Chapter 3 The original post was leaked and implicated
The penetrating eyes that were as solid as a substance, and the smile that seemed kind-hearted made Jiang Nan tremble all over.
He thought about the consequences of offending these dandies.
If you're lucky, you'll die a happy death and end up with a whole body.
Bad luck, torture in every possible way, and no bones left.
Jiang Nan instantly started fighting between the two.
The originally proud and slightly straight waist bent down again.
He hurriedly took out Ye Qing's original post from his pocket and looked through it, murmuring and praying:
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."
After Jiang Nan trembled and looked through it, he collapsed in despair, and the original post was scattered on the ground.
In a few breaths, Jiang Nan regained consciousness and quickly knelt and crawled to Zhang Xiuran's side. Her thin monkey face was full of fear and she prayed:
"Zhang, Mr. Zhang, little one, little one didn't mean it. I was so anxious to send up the pair that I didn't expect to lose the original post of the top pair."
"It must have been Mr. Shan who picked it up. I beg Mr. Zhang to be magnanimous and let him go so that he can live as a dog."
After speaking, Jiang Nan began to kneel on the ground, kowtowing to Zhang Xiuran.
My head felt like pounding garlic, a muffled sound rose, and in just a few strokes, the precious carpet was stained with blood.
When Zhang Xiuran saw Jiang Nan's appearance, he concluded that it was not a random act.
But there were continuous cheers outside.
The murderous intention in his heart became more and more intense, and he wanted to chop this incompetent thing to death and feed it to the dogs.
He spent his own money to find a gunman to make a high-quality pair. Not to mention that his opportunity was gone and he became someone else's wedding dress in vain.
If word spread, wouldn't he make the entire Huaiyang City laugh?
This is not something Jiang Nan can just get over by crying and begging for mercy.
Zhang Xiuran sat on the chair, smiling as he watched Jiang Nan kowtow to him.
Crunch!
Veins appeared on the hand holding the silver fan, indicating the anger in his heart.
Seeing this, the other two young masters did not dare to take a breath at this moment. They looked at Zhang Xiu with some fear and then.
Without saying anything, he followed Jiang Nan and kicked him away.
Jiang Nan screamed in pain, and suddenly saw the scattered original post, and quickly crawled back on her knees.
"Hey, you bitch, you're actually hiding!"
"Haha, if you ruin Brother Zhang's important matter, you will die tonight!"
Jiang Nan trembled all over and crawled faster.
He hurriedly dug around and found two pairs that Ye Qing gave for free, written on a piece of paper for fun.
He held it up like a life-saving straw and begged for mercy:
"Master Zhang, spare your life!"
"Here, here are two more pairs, which are the ones he wants to give to you."
"He said that these two pairs were just joking, and the young masters would know it at a glance."
"Please take a look at Mr. Zhang!"
Zhang Xiuran raised his eyebrows and flicked his silver fan. One of them immediately took the original sticker and handed it to Zhang Xiuran's hand.
Zhang Xiuran's attention was instantly attracted by the agile, fast, thin and powerful handwriting on the paper.
He was well-informed and could see the extraordinary nature of this writing at just one glance.
Zhang Xiuran took a breath of air and subconsciously trembled in admiration:
"This, this calligraphy is good, graceful and graceful, and the writing is as fast as a dragon or a snake. Although the writing is thin, it is strong and fleshy. It can be called everyone's handwriting."
Jiang Nan, who was only concerned about saving his life and something went wrong, trembled all over. But seeing Zhang Xiuran's stunning appearance, his trembling body also eased a little, and he secretly said with guilt:
"Qing Xiaolang, I'm sorry, I lost your original post and even leaked your handwriting."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. If we don't die, we will only account for 10% of this business in the future."
The other two young masters curiously approached the intoxicated Zhang Xiuran.
"What kind of font is this? I have never seen it before. It looks really good, but I can't see what's so good about it."
"Brother Zhang, you said this calligraphy was written by everyone? Is it true or false?"
Zhang Xiuran carefully held the original sticker to avoid wrinkles and exclaimed sincerely:
"I said it wrong just now. It's not worthy of being called a calligrapher. This is just a calligrapher."
"It is no exaggeration to say that this font is of its own kind. If word spreads about it, I don't know how many celebrities will be attracted to it."
"A word for a thousand gold, this is a real word for a thousand gold!"
The other two young masters suddenly gasped.
The next moment, Zhang Xiuran thought to himself:
"This gunman is unparalleled in poetry, not inferior to the so-called four great talents of Shenqi. He is also a master of calligraphy in his own school."
"How can people like this be willing to be a gunman in Huaiyang City? Are they just looking for fun?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiuran's eyes kept changing, and finally he cast a gloomy glance at Dan Dan, who had a bright face on the stage.
Right now, this guy is taking advantage of an excellent pair.
The playful pair written on the post in hand.
Although interesting, it is not elegant.
To make a comeback tonight, we can only rely on this copybook!
Moreover, he absolutely cannot let that damn guy take advantage of Zhang Xiuran.
Also, this is the strongest gunman in Pinglefang who can write a word worth a fortune...
Zhang Xiuran put the copybook on the table, still looking at it intently, stretched out his right hand and slapped Jiang Nan on the face and said:
"Jiang Nan, for the sake of this copybook, don't say that I won't give you a chance."
"Xie Daru will stay for about half an hour. During this half hour, you can find a way to make up for me."
Speaking of this, Zhang Xiuran looked at Jiang Nan's ecstatic face and said playfully:
"If you can't make up for it, tonight you will make me lose face and ruin my business."
"Haha, you know the consequences yourself!"
Jiang Nan, who was lucky enough to survive, felt relieved again. He kowtowed to Zhang Xiuran's back and said thanks: "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your kindness, thank you Mr. Zhang!"
Jiang Nan survived the disaster, but there was no trace of happiness on his face, and there was deeper fear in his eyes.
After hesitating for a while, Jiang Nan's hesitant eyes became firm, and then he dragged his body covered with scars and walked out.
Jiang Nan, with blood oozing from his forehead, bowed his head and walked to the noisy first floor.
He pressed against the wall, trying to avoid everyone, but he seemed out of place.
Shan Dan, who was popular with thousands of people on the stage, saw the embarrassed figure walking against the wall at a glance.
He immediately judged that the young man in Zuixiang Pavilion must have made some young man unhappy and suffered a crime.
At this time, Jiang Nan couldn't help but look towards the stage and looked at Dan Dan. He trembled, hurriedly squeezed out a flattering smile, nodded and bowed, and then quickly lowered his head and looked away.
Such a groveling look made Shan Dan smile in his heart.
The hatred in Jiang Nan's lowered eyes flashed away, but Shan Dan saw it clearly.
Shan Dan couldn't help but frown, and before he had time to think about it, he was once again immersed in a steady stream of compliments.
A quarter of an hour later.
In front of the dandan noodle stall where diners are lingering, Ye Qing is busy kneading the dough.
Under the bright lights, he saw Jiang Nan, with a bruised nose and swollen face, wandering anxiously about three feet away.
His anxious and guilty eyes kept looking at himself.
When his eyes met, Jiang Nan visibly trembled.
Ye Qing's eyes narrowed, and his usually kind face turned cold.
After giving Jiang Nan a look, he apologized to the diners waiting in front of him to eat noodles:
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have three emergencies. I'll come as soon as I can."
"Go, go, don't hold it in and affect the taste of the noodles. We just like your taste. We are willing to wait as long as you want."
"Thank you for coming. I'll give you a poached egg later."
After Ye Qing said warmly, he pretended to have unbearable abdominal pain and ran away holding his stomach.
Not far away in a deserted alley.
"Qing, Qing Xiaolang, I messed up."
Jiang Nan stood in front of Ye Qing fearfully, lowering his head and not daring to look at Ye Qing, and said with a trembling voice like a mosquito.
"Brother Jiang, tell me in detail."
Ye Qing's voice was flat and the intonation could not be heard.
After Jiang Nan quickly recounted the incident, she felt guilty and regretful:
"Qing Xiaolang, I, Jiang Nan, swear to God, I really didn't mean it."
"I definitely didn't leak any of your information."
"I hope you can save me because of past friendship."
"I really don't want to die. From now on, I will only get 10% of the money for living. No, I will only get half of the errand money."
In the night, Ye Qing's eyes were calm. He was tall and tall, looking down at Jiang Nan, his eyes showing indifference.
Seeing that Ye Qing was motionless, Jiang Nan looked up and saw Ye Qing's disappointed eyes.
I thought in my heart that I had made a lot of money for Ye Qing over the years, and I would definitely be lucky enough to be forgiven by Ye Qing. At this moment, all was gone.
He hurriedly stepped forward and begged:
"Qing Xiaolang, please take action and save my life."
Ye Qing sighed and looked up at the stars in the night sky.
The bright waning moon cast a glow, dividing the handsome face into two.
After traveling through time and coming to this world, I gained a lowly status.
Even if you write good calligraphy in a thin golden style and add some quatrains that are deeply rooted in your mind, you cannot complete a gorgeous counterattack in this world that pays attention to superiority and inferiority.
Ye Qing believes that there are those time-travelers who are so cool and awesome that they trample the IQ of the ancients under their feet, but he is not Ye Qing.
Set up a noodle stall, be a careful copywriter, be a gunman, earn some money with few poems in your mind, and live a comfortable life.
He told Jiang Nan many rules so that he would not be exposed as a powerless person and become a servant of those powerful families.
But now, the original post has been leaked. According to Jiang Nan, if it is not handled properly, it will not be easy to make amends.
The dandy Mr. Zhang, who suddenly appeared in Huaiyang for more than a year, spent a lot of money, made many friends, and became prosperous in Huaiyang, will definitely also bear a grudge against him.
Now, he and Jiang Nan are like grasshoppers on the same rope. If one of them fails, he will die.
Ye Qing smiled bitterly and said:
"Brother Jiang, you have always been clever, why were you so careless tonight?"
"I was also implicated."
Jiang Nan's body trembled violently, the guilt and self-blame on his face became more and more intense, and he almost cried again.
"I really didn't mean it, Qing Xiaolang, just save me!"
Ye Qing sighed again, lowered his head and glanced at the embarrassed Jiang Nan.
The expression on his face returned to gentleness, he turned around and left, and a soft voice fell in Jiang Nan's ears.
"Brother Jiang, just this time, please wait here."
Jiang Nan raised his head and looked at the tall figure in the dark night with emotion.
Suddenly, he felt a little panicked and murmured: "Only this time..."
