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"What are you doing?" Leng Lingyue was anxious and hurriedly tried to push Zhao Biao away.

I was so angry that I was so angry that Zhang Sanyang, you bastard, did you rely on Brother Qi in the West City? Are you really useless except for fighting?

Her cheeks were hot and she felt very embarrassed. She really shouldn't have brought him here today. She has always believed in him too much. In fact, he is still the completely useless waste, and nothing else except fighting.

"Zhao Biao." Xu Qing raised her eyebrows, put the wine glass in her hand on the table, and said in a cold voice: "Do you want to mess up the clothing exhibition?"

Xu Qing spoke, and a group of people looked at this scene and couldn't help but talk in a low voice.

"It seems they are just driving a van!"

"It seems to be Donglin's clothing, and I'm curious about what works they will come up with."

Zhao Biao gritted his teeth. This guy was clearly ridiculing him. Why didn’t he talk about the matter of Tianlang Cafe?

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Biao pushed Zhang Sanyang away and said viciously: "Boy, after the clothing exhibition is over, I want you to kneel in front of me to apologize."

He didn't dare to bring such a big hat for messing up the clothing exhibition. Even the Zhao family couldn't stand such a tossing and would be crushed to pieces by then.

"I'll wait." Zhang Sanyang smiled slightly, watched the two of them leave, and grabbed a glass of red wine on the table and signaled Xu Qing to drink it all.

snort!

Leng Lingyue snorted coldly, turned around and walked to a position. Fang Qian hurriedly chased after him and looked at Zhang Sanyang with a blame.

Xu Qing acted very casually and turned around and walked to a small room behind the clothing exhibition.

Xu Donghua and Zhang Lin were sitting together, talking about something.

Zhang Lin came to Beicheng this time to hold a calligraphy conference. Of course, Xu Donghua, as his old friend for many years, naturally helped him.

"Old Lin, this is my daughter Xiaoqing." Seeing Xu Qing walk in, Xu Donghua said, "Xiaoqing, call Uncle Zhang quickly."

"Uncle Zhang."

"As you grow up, you're getting more and more beautiful, and your beauty is so bad!" Zhang Lin laughed. He had a head of hair that was neither long nor short, black and white, obviously he was older, but his skin was well maintained.

Seeing that Xu Qing seemed to have something to worry about, Xu Donghua smiled and said, "Why don't you chat with your friends? I suddenly remembered to come and accompany us two old guys."

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Xu Qing was slightly annoyed, causing the two of them to laugh. Xu Qing said: "The people who made trouble at GreenTree Inn Hotel have also come, and my golden membership card from Tianlang Cafe was lost, but it appeared in that hand."

Xu Donghua frowned slightly, and even Zhang Lin browed.

Can a thief also come to attend the clothing exhibition? Isn’t this tarnishing the clothing exhibition?

"By the way, Uncle Zhang, look at these words." Xu Qing remembered that Zhang Sanyang wrote the four words "A Hundred Years of Good Fortune" and gave them to Jiangdong, but later it was transferred to her.

She looked carefully and found that these words were somewhat similar to those of Zhang Lin, but she had no research on calligraphy and felt that these words were very ordinary.

"Oh?" Zhang Lin was intrigued. He was a calligraphy fan. If anything in this world could attract him, it was definitely calligraphy.

"You old guy, really haven't changed at all." Xu Donghua teased.

Zhang Lin didn't care either. He opened the word and glanced at it, his eyes full of admiration.

Suddenly, something flashed through his memory, and his calm face changed rapidly.

In his memory, he once taught a young man to learn calligraphy, but that young man was only five years old!

A five-year-old boy, and the other children were still playing with mud, but that child had already learned calligraphy. What made Zhang Lin even more unbelievable was that it took him ten years to gain the calligraphy at that time, but the child had already surpassed his calligraphy attainments in just one month.

Since then, he has witnessed a miracle, a master of calligraphy, and a master of calligraphy who is only five years old. He has even become a master of calligraphy and devoted himself to learning calligraphy for more than a year, which has achieved today's calligraphy attainment.

This memory has been buried deep in his heart by him. Now decades have passed, and the child has grown up. He often wonders what level he can achieve if the child continues to study calligraphy.

But that person cannot appear here, it cannot be him, absolutely impossible!

He is a child of an ancient family, and he would not be able to come here, or he would not be able to come to a small place like North City.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with this calligraphy?" Xu Qing asked when he noticed Zhang Lin's abnormality.

Xu Donghua also looked at Zhang Lin curiously and looked at his reaction in surprise. He had never seen Zhang Lin's expression like this before.

No matter how he faces Zhang Lin, who is much more advanced than him, who is also very ordinary in his calligraphy master, why does he show this expression?

It could not be him...

Zhang Lin couldn't help but shake his head. Seeing Xu Qing and Xu Donghua looking at him, Zhang Lin realized that he had lost his composure and smiled and said, "The word "is OK."

On the other side.

Zhao Biao was so angry that he wanted to start the clothing exhibition immediately and end his early lessons.

"Hone up!" Jiang Dong patted Zhao Biao on the shoulder and persuaded Xu Qing had already spoken.

Such a big hat, let alone the Zhao family can’t afford it, even if the Jiang family and the Zhao family are united together, they can’t afford it.

Because of the messing up the clothing exhibition, it was not just the Xu family who offended the Xu family, but all the gentlemen and celebrities from Beicheng who came today.

"I know." Zhao Biao said in a low voice, "Are you sure to get Donglin?"

"Don't worry!" Jiang Dong smiled slightly, sat in an inconspicuous corner with Zhao Biao, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile: "I have bribed Donglin's people and privately brought the style of Donglin's clothing to our side. At that time, we can deduct a plagiarism name."

"What if Donglin is ahead of you?" Zhao Biao was a little dissatisfied. After all, this was decided by the lottery. If Donglin is ahead, wouldn't this plan be ruined?

"Don't worry, I've done it." Jiang Dong smiled. "As long as you are denied this title, Donglin will be disqualified for a few years of clothing exhibitions. Our Jiang family can still sue and compensate."

Zhao Biao nodded with satisfaction and said curiously: "How is the style designed by Donglin?"

"What can it be done? It's a bad guy." Jiang Dong told a small lie. You can't tell Zhao Biao about such a thing, so that you won't cause trouble.

"That's right. I can't design anything good when I see that stupid." Zhao Biao nodded stupidly, not knowing that Jiang Dong was kept in the dark.
Chapter completed!