Goodnight, Mr. CEO! Chapter 1277: ：Mr. Qingzhu

"You just came to Malaysia, what news should I spend on buying?"

Yunbai laughed when he heard this.

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

"Just this."

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 had read it or not, but he could see clearly what Lin Hanxing put out.

It is two characters.

Also written by the Sultan of Selangor.

"If you can be sure that these two pictures are from him, then the news that I will sell you will definitely be worth a lot of money."

Lin Hanxing leaned on the sofa leisurely and said.

"Your news is not related to Sudan, is it?"

Yunbai raised his eyebrows.

Lin Hanxing smiled and said nothing.

"This word is indeed written by the Sudan."

Soon, Yun Bai added another sentence.

"Handwritten."

"If so, he should be dead soon."

When Lin Hanxing finished saying these words, Yun Bai's smile stopped.

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

he asked.

Lin Hanxing, on the other hand, didn't seem to feel the stormy waves that he had opened just now, but his face was calm.

"As many as six months or as little as three months."

Everyone is silent.

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

"Are you so sure?"

Yunbai is really curious about where she comes from, so she dares to open her mouth like this.

"Volume 5 of "The Willow Cliff" once mentioned a story about Mr. Qing Zhu."

Suddenly, the Holy Hand opened his mouth.

It is a story that seems to be irrelevant to the current chat content.

“Who is Mr. Qingzhu?”

Yuan Kang asked.

The Holy Hand resisted rolling his eyes and continued speaking again quickly.

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

"So what's in the story?"

Yuan Kang asked again.

The Holy Hand decided to ignore him and instead looked at the words in his hand with distant eyes.

"Mr. Qingzhu has a son named Mei, because the husband saw that his lifespan is not long, so he used Shoumao when taking the characters. One day, Shoumao imitated Mr. Qingzhu's words and put it on the table , I want to ask Mr. to distinguish the true from the false. Mr. Qingzhu saw it, and for a while he forgot that it was not written by himself, and screamed in horror!"

Hearing this, Yuan Kang wanted to ask again, but this time the Holy Hand didn't give him any chance.

"Mr. Qing Zhu saw that the handwriting was about to run out of breath and thought that his life was not long, so he panicked."

"Later, Shou Mao told him that he wrote it, and Mr. Qingzhu burst into tears."

"Shoumao really died soon after."

At the beginning, the Holy Hand saw it from the ancient scrolls, and because of the bizarre story, the memory was particularly deep. I originally thought that this method of reading and distinguishing qi was just a legend, but I never thought that I would actually encounter it.

"People have shape, words have spirit, calligraphy and painting can express much more than what they seem on the surface."

Lin Hanxing's eyes fell on the word.

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

But what she wants to say, stop here.

The words fell, and Lin Hanxing got up.

"This information is considered a gift from me, but I will be charged next time!"

While speaking, he leaned towards Lei Xiao.

She was tired after tossing for so long tonight.

After the group left for a while, Yun Bai finally remembered that Lin Hanxing's last sentence was not what he said to her before?

………………

Return.

Left to east still driving quietly.

"So, is the Sultan really going to die?"

In the silence, Yuan Kang's voice sounded.