I was late for class, I recited the text backwards and shocked the audience! Chapter 174 The Wicked Receive Retribution, Zhang Zetian Wants to Ask Sujiang Calligraphy
Chapter 174 The Wicked Receive Retribution, Zhang Zetian Wants to Ask Sujiang Calligraphy
"If you don't tell the truth quickly, the people in the next few rooms have already been recruited. If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be stern!" The police first detained everyone separately for interrogation.
You must know that Su Jiang is the object of concern to the big shot above.
How dare they underestimate things about Su Jiang.
Naturally, it means attaching more importance to it.
After being threatened like this by the police, these people who already had a guilty conscience would not have the courage to do so.
Recruited them all.
All the ins and outs of the incident were exposed.
The efficiency of the police department is surprisingly high.
In an instant, the corresponding personnel were punished in various ways.
Dong Hongqiu, Wu Chunhui, and Wood, as the three main culprits, were all placed under investigation.
What awaits them is jail time, or at least a detention center.
Especially Wood, no matter how good his relationship was with people in the police station.
Nowadays, these so-called related systems are of no use. Many old and rotten things have been dug up and punished with multiple crimes, so his end is the worst.
The one million he just earned from selling calligraphy and paintings can only be enjoyed by his wife. As for which man he will enjoy it with, he doesn't know.
Wood also explained what he did that day. In fact, he brought a calligraphy and painting from home to Liu Lanyue to see, and then when Liu Lanyue was not paying attention, he dropped a drop of ink on Liu Lanyue's hand.
Only then will there be what happens next.
As for Wu Chunhui and Dong Hongqiu, relevant information quickly entered the Political and Education Office of Huaqing University.
On that day, the school took a strict attitude towards such students. Principal Shen Chunlin personally issued an order to expel them directly.
Poor Wu Chunhui was still waiting for his family to come and get him. As a result, his parents were busy fighting for a divorce, and the trigger was the message Wu Chunhui sent.
As soon as his parents were disturbed by the news about him, they began to investigate each other closely.
As a result, the investigation revealed something bad. Both parties found that the other party was unclean. Wu Chunhui's father often hooked up with young girls outside. Wu Chunhui's mother had been looking for male models in clubs...
As a result, a family war broke out and Wu Chunhui's parents were at each other's throats and decided to divorce on the spot.
As for Wu Chunhui?
It was as if they had all forgotten.
What is the use of such a rebellious son?
More importantly, when Wu Chunhui was beaten just now, it seemed as if someone among them had hit his brother hard with a shovel.
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Other injuries are easy to treat, but injuries in this area are somewhat difficult to treat.
Among them, Dong Hongqiu's punishment was light, but it was also the one that most ruined his future.
As a child from a poor family, the whole family's expectations were originally on him, expecting him to soar into the sky.
Now, not only has my dream of studying been shattered, but I have also been left with a criminal record, ruining my future future.
This person should at least be thrown back to his hometown.
Regarding the fate of these people, Su Jiang had already somewhat guessed the outcome when he made this matter a big deal.
At this time, he was following Zhu Fei to the door of Zhang Zetian's house.
Zhang Zetian lives in an old community in Kyoto.
After Zhu Fei parked the car, he said to Su Jiang from the front: "Su Jiang, don't underestimate this place. Many of the people living in it are former important officials."
Su Jiang nodded, he had just seen how extraordinary this community was.
The security guards at the door all looked like soldiers, very imposing, and their bodies were as straight as spears.
They should all be retired soldiers or people who have changed jobs.
Under the leadership of Zhu Fei, Su Jiang and others arrived at Zhang Zetian's residence.
“Tuk tuk tuk”
Zhu Fei knocked on the door.
Zhang Zetian answered the call and came out to open the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhu Fei, and Su Jiang and Lin Wanqing behind Zhu Fei.
Stunned.
"It's you!"
The words sounded in unison.
Su Jiang and Zhang Zetian both pointed at each other in astonishment and exclaimed.
Zhu Fei was dumbfounded.
"What's going on here?" he asked doubtfully.
"Haha." Su Jiang laughed dryly: "We have met before."
"I didn't expect that, young man, you are not only good at playing with antiques, but you can also write calligraphy!" Zhang Zetian said and invited a few people in.
Zhang Zetian's house covers an area of nearly two hundred square meters and is decorated in a purely Chinese style. It is obvious that he has a preference for Chinese culture.
In his living room, there was a painting on display.
Zhu Fei looked bitter when he saw this calligraphy: "Grandpa Zhang, why did you copy the calligraphy on my wall?"
"I just use it to observe and observe, and after observing, I will return it to you!" Zhang Zetian explained.
As for how long he would observe, he did not give any explanation.
After he finished speaking, he ignored Zhu Fei's black line, but turned to look at Su Jiang: "Brother Su Jiang, right? Is this character really written by you?"
Su Jiang nodded and thought to himself, aren't you talking nonsense?
"Then can you help me with my calligraphy?" Zhang Zetian said to Su Jiang very humbly.
The look of anticipation and hope on his face made Zhu Fei dumbfounded.
If his master wants to ask Su Jiang for guidance, doesn't that mean that Su Jiang will become his master's master in the blink of an eye?
Although Su Jiang's calligraphy is indeed excellent, Zhu Fei admires him greatly.
But it's a bit awkward to call someone younger than yourself Master.
"Um..." Su Jiang also felt that Zhang Zetian was a bit direct.
He touched his nose: "Then why don't you write one and let me take a look?"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Zhang Zetian said the word "good" three times in a row.
Excited, he dragged Su Jiang to his study room.
There is a large ancient wooden table in the study room. Next to the wooden table is a wooden brush stand with several brushes hanging on it.
Beside the pen holder is an inkstone and a paperweight.
Under the paperweight, there is a stack of rice paper.
Zhang Zetian reached out and took out a piece of paper and flattened it.
Zhu Fei was already very obedient and helped him grind it on the side.
After rubbing his hands vigorously and heating them up, Zhang Zetian picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink.
This is Zhang Zetian's writing habit, and Zhu Fei also has this habit. It is probably the so-called master-disciple inheritance.
Just like in school, some students' answering habits are similar to those of their teachers. This is the same truth.
A swishing sound sounded.
"A gentleman who is strong in the sky strives to constantly strive for self-improvement, and a gentleman who is kun in the land uses virtue to carry things forward."
Zhang Zetian wrote two sentences in one breath.
Between the lines, there are faint waves of strength coming out.
"Little friend Su Jiang, how are you?" Zhang Zetian finished writing, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Su Jiang.
"The handwriting is indeed good." Su Jiang nodded and replied: "From the time you picked up the pen to the time you put it down, there were no flaws in the whole process."
Zhang Zetian also had a hint of pride on his face when he heard this.
He has been writing for so long, and he has indeed been constantly improving and demanding perfection.
"So, your writing has been imprisoned by you, and there is no room for improvement."
As soon as Su Jiang said these words, Zhang Zetian's face froze instantly.
