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Zhou Qiong, who was wearing a women's dress, was already a little embarrassed, but she became even more embarrassed when she heard Yunling's words.

After all, the young man had an extraordinary background. He quickly regained his composure and said, "I owe you first."

He has a habit of going out without any money.

Yunling shook her head, "No, pay now."

Zhou Qiong glanced at her sideways and spread her hands, "No money!"

Show it off confidently.

Yunling put the brush into his hand, pointed at his hand and said, "Labor is glorious. You have to use your hands to earn clothes and food for these days. As for the old man's medical fee, you can pay it first."

Zhou Qiong looked at her suspiciously, a little confused.

Asked, "Do you want me to write an IOU?"

He is very familiar with the method of writing IOUs!

He took the rice paper and shook it with some disgust. Just as he was about to raise his pen, he frowned and said, "No ink."

"You think of a way, don't those heroes who go out in the middle of the night to rob the rich and give to the poor just write a letter in blood?" Yunling raised her eyebrows, her eyes falling on his fingertips.

Zhou Qiong immediately felt a pain in her fingertips, threw down the brush and said: "I am seriously ill and have no blood."

Yunling was making fun of herself for wearing night clothes and passing out in the forest. How could he not understand?

Young people are arrogant, but they won't be fooled, and they will engage in charlatanism and write bloody letters in public.

He looked at Yun Ling suspiciously.

Could this damn girl have remembered what happened at the Honglian Temple lake and deliberately took this opportunity to take revenge on herself?

Zhou Qiong's eyes unconsciously fell on her belly.

Slender waist...

He quickly kicked out the messy thoughts in his mind.

A short winter melon that hasn’t grown up yet, where’s the waist?

Yunling turned around and took the jar from the table, poured it on a small plate, and added some tea, "Here, use this to write."

Mrs. Tang prepared a lot of dry powder ground from grass plants for her on the way, which can be used for color mixing.

This jar of peach pink was made by using the powder of dried lotus and dried impatiens. The gentle and elegant color was painted on the lotus flowers, delicate and bright, like the finishing touch.

However, when used for writing, it seemed a bit too girly. This was the first time Zhou Qiong used such "ink" to write.

Unfortunately, there was no ink in the room, so I had to dip some paint into the pen and flatten the paper.

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, Yunling stretched out her hand with bite marks still on it and stopped him.

Zhou Qiong glared at her. It was she who asked him to write the IOU, and it was she who stopped him from writing it. What was his intention?

But Yunling sat on the bench and said seriously: "I said, you write."

She has practiced calligraphy for several years in modern times, and her attainments are pretty good. However, some texts of this era have had many problems with the inheritance of later generations. She has no problem reading some texts, but if she writes them directly, it will inevitably cause problems. A typo occurred.

If you take out this typo, wouldn’t it make people laugh?

How can we cooperate with Mr. Qinglan in the future?

Yun Lingke inquired privately, and it was said that Mr. Qinglan's business was doing very well. Although the store in Kairuidu was small and inconspicuous, the stores in the surrounding counties and even several other state capitals were quite large, covering all walks of life. They are all involved, so there is no guarantee that there will not be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

This written impression is still needed.

"You don't know how?" Zhou Qiong asked.

He immediately realized that Yunling was not asking him to write an IOU, but to ghostwrite it.

Seeing her speak and act, she didn't seem to be literate. Could it be that Mrs. Tang's family didn't allow women to study?

It doesn't look like it.

Yunling raised her eyebrows, shook her hand and said, "My hand hurts."

Zhou Qiong: "..."

He bit his left hand and admitted it, but what does this have to do with writing? Not to mention that she was left-handed, he could see that Yunling was very skillful in painting petals with her right hand just now.

Forget it, he was too lazy to continue arguing with her, so he said: "Tell me what you want to write."

Yunling cleared her throat and said, "How to quickly withdraw funds from warehoused goods using the leasing method."

Zhou Qiong was dumbfounded, feeling that he knew every word, but when put together, he couldn't understand its meaning.

Yunling thought for a while and then said, "Then you write a leasing plan."

This name shouldn't be too exaggerated, right?

After Zhou Qiong wrote four big characters, Yunling asked him to draw a horizontal line on the side and wrote the three characters "Ming Cui Lou".

Under Zhou Qiong's probing gaze, Yunling tried her best to use the language of the era to describe the handling methods of the warehoused goods in Mingcui Building. She detailed some modern leasing methods and tips, and added a few of her own ideas. coup.

After writing like this for half an hour, a dozen pieces of rice paper were covered with Zhou Qiong's dense small characters.

Seeing that the rice paper was gone, Yunling took a sip of tea and said, "That's it. These things should be enough. When he asks me for supplements next time, I will write him something else."

Zhou Qiong put down the pen and lowered her eyes to hide the surprise and admiration in her eyes.

He knew little about business and had no interest in making money, but when he wrote it down, he found her words very novel and interesting. Those weird ideas are not just about how to do business, but more like how to figure out the buyer's mind and use the buyer's psychology to negotiate deals and obtain the most appropriate profits.

He couldn't help but think of the joke she had made with Wu just now.

She said that even women can do better than men.

Just now he felt that the dead girl thought too highly of him, and he was not afraid of making people laugh, but at this moment he realized that maybe she really had this ability.

With just the ten pages in her hand, she did have such confidence.

Yunling carefully dried the water stains on the rice paper.

It is true that pollen writing is not good at writing. Fortunately, Zhou Qiong's handwriting is very straight, and the strokes and strokes are clean. The words are spaced in an orderly manner, and there is no sign of disintegration. It is easy for the powder to fall off when shaking.

She nodded with satisfaction. Zhou Dadan was indeed the most talented person in Ruidu back then. After all these years, his boyish skills still haven't fallen behind. Look at this calligraphy, it's no worse than those modern calligraphy bloggers.

It was indeed the right choice for her not to write it herself. Based on these few words, Mr. Qinglan should also give a good price, right?

After thinking for a while, he asked: "If someone reads this word, will they immediately recognize that it was written by you?"

She did not forget the unusual servants in the drug store.

If these words would reveal Zhou Qiong's whereabouts, then she might as well copy them herself.

Caution is the boat.

"I haven't picked up a pen for many years. I think only a few close relatives still remember my handwriting."

Moreover, he had just tried his best to restrain the sharpness of his handwriting. It was no longer sharp, so no one should be able to see through it.

but......

His eyes sharpened, "Is there someone out there trying to find out my whereabouts?"

So sharp?

Yunling told what she saw and heard in the drug store, and by the way, the origin of the silver needle. She also mentioned all the people she would come into contact with in the past few days and asked him to analyze whether it was safe.

She was careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years, and she was unwilling to put him in danger again because she didn't handle the details well.

Zhou Qiong thought for a moment and said, "I will leave when night falls."