Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

"You have just arrived in G country. Is there any news worth buying for me?"

Yun Bai laughed when he heard this.

Lin Hanxing still held the information he just handed over in his hand, and turned back from the coffee table in front of him.

"That's all."

This time, not only Yun Bai, but also Yuan Kang and the others were interested and looked at the information on the coffee table.

"what?"

Yuan Kang didn't understand, but he could clearly see what Lin Hanxing put out.

It's two words.

They were all written by Selangor Su Bu.

"If you can confirm that both of these paintings are from his hand, then the news that I want to sell it to you will definitely be worth a lot of money."

Lin Hanxing leaned on the sofa leisurely and said.

"Your news is not related to Su Bu, right?"

Yun Bai raised his eyebrows.

Lin Hanxing smiled and said nothing.

"This word was indeed written by Su Bu."

Soon, Yun Bai added another sentence.

"Handwritten."

"If that's the case, he probably won't die soon."

The moment Lin Hanxing finished speaking, the smile on Yun Bai's face stopped.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

he asks.

Lin Hanxing, on the other hand, seemed not to feel at all what kind of storm he had just set off, but his face was calm.

"It can range from half a year to three months."

Everyone was silent.

Instead, the Holy Hand picked up the information from the table, looked at the Sultan's notes and pondered something.

"Are you so sure?"

Yun Bai was really curious about where she got the confidence to speak so openly.

"Volume 5 of "Liu Ya Wai Bian" once mentioned a story about Mr. Qingzhu."

Suddenly, the Holy Hand spoke.

What he was talking about was a story that seemed to have nothing to do with the current chat content.

"Who is Mr. Qingzhu?"

Yuan Kang asked.

Shengshou resisted rolling his eyes and quickly continued talking.

"Fu Shan, courtesy name Qingzhu, was a famous medical scientist and calligrapher in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties."

"So what's the story about?"

Yuan Kang asked again.

The Holy Hand decided not to pay attention to him, and turned to look at the words in his hand with a distant look.

"Mr. Qingzhu had a son named Mei. Because he saw that his lifespan was not long, he used Shoumao when choosing the name. One day, Shoumao imitated Mr. Qingzhu's calligraphy and put it on the table. Ask the gentleman to tell the truth from the false. When Mr. Qingzhu saw it, he forgot for a moment that he didn’t write it, and he screamed in horror!"

Hearing this, Yuan Kang wanted to ask again, but this time the Holy Hand did not give him any chance.

"Mr. Qingzhu saw that the energy in the handwriting was almost exhausted, and he thought that his life was not long, so he panicked."

"Later, Shoumao told him that he had written it, and Mr. Qingzhu burst into tears."

"Not long after, Shoumao really died."

When the Holy Hand read it from the ancient scroll, he remembered it deeply because of the bizarre story. He originally thought that the method of observing characters and distinguishing qi was just a legend, but he never expected that he would actually encounter it.

"People have form, words have souls, and calligraphy, writing, and painting can express far more than what appears on the surface."

Lin Hanxing's eyes fell on that word.

Obviously, she saw something more than just a life limit.

But she stopped at what she wanted to say.

After finishing his words, Lin Hanxing stood up.

"This information is my meeting gift, but I will charge for it next time!"

As he spoke, he leaned towards Lei Xiao.

She was tired after working for so long tonight.

After they had left for a while, Yun Bai finally recalled that Lin Hanxing's last words were exactly what he had said to her before.

………………

Return trip.

It's still quiet driving left to the east.

"So, Su is not really going to die?"

In the silence, Yuan Kang's voice sounded.