The Road to Slaying God

People who hold great power are indeed different.

When Zhang Yang and Fatty knocked on the door, it was actually the president himself who opened the door. A man in his fifties with a well-maintained figure, fair skin, and a friendly smile on his face, with a strong bookish flavor, but there was a vague There is a hint of reserve during the appointment, which makes people feel comfortable but also reminds you that he is a superior person and you must respect him!

There is no difficulty or snobbishness like a brat, no frivolity or domineering attitude when one is in power, everything seems very natural.

The three of them greeted each other at the door and introduced each other a few words before being taken to the hall.

This is a duplex structure. Zhang Yang visually estimated that the upper and lower floors are about 300 square meters. A house of this size is already very large. A trapezoidal crystal chandelier dropped from the second floor is very unique and atmospheric. It is full of warmth and does not have that cold feeling. The decoration of the house is mainly in Western style. Occasionally, there are a few Chinese classical handicrafts. The combination is quite harmonious and there is no conflict of cultural concepts. From here, it can be seen that the owner is A person with certain cultivated qualities.

The hostess seemed to be a person of few words, with a humble face. She smiled and nodded at everyone, then poured a cup of tea for everyone, then entered the room and never came out again.

Zhang Yang never spoke, just listened quietly, because he knew very well that the fat man was the protagonist, he was just a supporting role, and he must not steal the limelight from the fat man.

As Fatty said, the distance between the president and him has become much closer. First they chatted about their families, and then the president learned about Fatty's current situation, affirmed Fatty's business, and talked about some political issues. The topic of supporting private entrepreneurs.

Of course, with Zhang Yang's position, he still won't understand the meaning of this kind of high-level meeting and conversation. In fact, in a short conversation, the president and Fatty have already determined the general direction of Fatty's future development, that is to say , as long as it develops in this direction, the country will support it, and of course, the president will support it!

Zhang Yang didn't expect that by being a good person once in a while, he would build a strong backing for himself. After this incident, Fatty's career would develop in a way that he couldn't even imagine now.

There will be countless opportunities in a person's life. Undoubtedly, Zhang Yang and Fatty are both people who are good at seizing opportunities. Zhang Yang can discover through his own observation that a person who is distracted is actually a potential consumer. And the fat man's ability to seize opportunities is no less than Zhang Yang. He can take the risk of failure and listen to the advice of a stranger. How courageous it takes!

"Brother Mao, it's a long time coming. How about we take a look at my little brother's calligraphy style today?!" The president stood up and said with a smile.

"Okay, this little brother's talent is not just about writing. I will know in the future. He is really a rare talent!" The fat man sighed.

The president couldn't help but was stunned for a moment. He naturally knew Fatty's identity. It was definitely not easy to get someone who was so respected by Fatty. When Zhang Yang saw the president looking at him, he nodded slightly, neither humble nor arrogant. This made the president stunned again. For a moment, you must know that he is considered a big shot in the provincial capital. Most people see him with a humble or fawning smile. This young man does not have that feeling. It is indifferent, as if he is not special because he is the bank president.

The three of them came to the study room on the second floor.

Looking at this big study room, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh secretly. When he was a child, he always dreamed of having such a study room. The study room was about thirty square meters, with a row of bookcases against the wall. There was no decoration on the wall, but it gave people a sense of place. It has an atmospheric feel. There is a computer next to the window, and a large desk inside with the Four Treasures of the Study on it. Behind the desk is a small wooden shelf covered with various kinds of writing brushes.

As a study room, this space is large enough. Under the window, not far behind the computer chair, there is a fabric recliner, which should be a place for the owner to rest when he is tired.

Everything seemed perfect, and Zhang Yang discovered that the books on the bookshelf were not new. They should have been read and looked through by someone for a long time. This reflected the owner's self-cultivation, and it was not the kind of outburst filled with books to show off. household.

"How many years have you been practicing calligraphy, little brother?" After entering the bookstore, the president opened the inkstone and began to slowly grind the ink.

"I started practicing calligraphy when I was five years old. It has been more than ten years. However, it has been neglected for a long time. It has been almost two years since I wrote."

"That's a pity, but my little brother's style is really amazing!"

"Haha, although books cannot express a person, at least they can illustrate a person's cultural accomplishment. I don't write because many people have reduced calligraphy to the stage of street performance. They are both art, but one art is different from the other. Why……"

"Hey, little brother is indeed as Brother Mao said, his talent is astonishing, and his explanation of this art is also profound. This means that those who make movies and those who engage in art are basically two different things."

"Yes, but art and life are inseparable. Being able to express art through life is the highest state. I am not opposed to treating calligraphy as a kind of street art, but that requires a certain state. I can't do it. When it arrives, I will naturally stop doing it.”

"Haha, little brother, tell me your opinion on calligraphy?" The president smiled thoughtfully. Obviously, he did not agree with Zhang Yang's reasons.

"The so-called book writers, there are four kinds of people, one is to entertain themselves, this kind of people can be ignored, because this kind of people have reached the point where they have nothing to want and nothing to ask for. There are almost no such people in this world. They will not When your works are shown to others, they won’t be judged. It doesn’t matter whether they are good or bad. What’s important is that you are happy. Of course, their level is enough. The works are not necessarily excellent. We are just talking about level.”

"Yes, this is a man among the gods. Naturally, he cannot be found. What about the second one?" The president nodded.

"Second, they like to read to others, but they don't consider other people's feelings when writing. Such people have vanity, but they don't take into account the emotions of the appreciators. So, this kind of thing is a failure, but , Such people can also become gods when they reach a certain state, such as the ancient calligraphy master Mi Fu. Those who can understand his works will naturally say they are good, while those who can't understand them will regard them as garbage."

"Haha, little brother is indeed an expert. Haha, just this evaluation alone can put the calligraphy world to shame."

"Haha, it's funny. Thirdly, he is the kind of person who only gives to others without caring about his own feelings. Even if I don't say anything about this person, I must know that Cai Jing, his calligraphy is purely for others to see, and he can give it to others. People feel a kind of comfort and shock, but they themselves cannot experience happiness from it, because calligraphy is just a tool for him. He has reached the pinnacle of creating happiness for others. He can also be regarded as a successful calligrapher. The only shortcoming of my family is that he cannot experience the joy of calligraphy by himself, and he never uses calligraphy to express his feelings."

"What about the fourth type of person?" The president couldn't help but think thoughtfully.

"The fourth type is the highest state except for the first type. We cannot comment on the work of the first type, so it is a myth that does not exist. Therefore, this fourth type is what we can see. , Yan Zhenqing, Yan Zhenqing was an upright person, and his calligraphy was as good as his own. One of his works, "Memorial Notes for Nephews", can express the author's shocked mourning face, angry and sighing heart..."

"Writing is like acting. Although Chaplin's comedy performances make people laugh, it is rare to see him laughing. Most of them are cold, reserved smiles or even bitter smiles. This implicitness is just like the light clouds covering the moon and the willow hiding. The artistic conception of parrot is endlessly evocative. Real actors have been pursuing this realm throughout their lives. Although they reach the same goal through different paths, there are similarities and differences. However, this realm is not suitable for calligraphy, because calligraphy uses words to express catharsis. and expression, rather than using movements and facial expressions. Therefore, the highest state of calligraphy should be that when you are happy, the works you write can make the viewers happy, and when you are sad, the works you write can make the viewers sad too. This is a calligraphy artist Lifelong pursuit, of course, this is also my pursuit..."

…

There was a silence in the study room. The fat man heard it in confusion, and the president's hand that was polishing ink stopped, as if he was thinking about an important issue.

Finally, the long silence ended.

"Little brother, thank you. Okay, that's it for today. I won't delay your rest. Brother Mao, I hope I didn't misjudge you. I think that in my life, although I am not a person who can wipe out great evil, I won't be able to destroy great evil. He is a good person, but the funny thing is that I actually want to pursue the highest realm of calligraphy... Haha... Little brother gave me an enlightenment today, thank you! If you wait until I reach the realm you mentioned, I will come to your door in person. Visit my little brother and ask him to fill in these words!"

"..." The fat man was stunned for a moment, looking at the "glorious hall" spread out on the desk. He didn't understand what happened, but after all, he still didn't say anything. The host had clearly said goodbye. .

"Zhang Yang, what on earth did you say? Why didn't I understand?" The fat man went downstairs with Zhang Yang and got into the car inexplicably, and couldn't help asking anymore.

"Haha, it's nothing, I just told him the principles of life." Zhang Yang said lightly.

"The principle of being a human being?" The fat man was stunned.

"Yes, from the moment I walked in, I could see that the owner is a person who pursues perfection. He can intersperse Chinese artworks with European style. This shows that he is a person who pursues perfection. From the layout of the study room Look, he is a cultivated and high-quality talent. However, that recliner tells me that he is also a person who loves to enjoy himself. Therefore, it is impossible for him to achieve a perfect state in the pursuit of calligraphy. Yes, first of all, he asked me to make up for the calligraphy work today and fell behind. Just imagine, how could my mood when I was writing to you be the same as my mood when I was writing to you today? If I added it, it would be superfluous... …”

"Ah...then...will that affect our future cooperation?" The fat man suddenly became anxious.

"No, what he said to you is that he hopes that starting from you, he can start a new life, and hope that you can give him a voice. I think the main reason why he has this idea is because he did not accept a bribe from you. So, he hopes to make your business successful because of his help. I think if he really has that idea, he may strengthen cooperation with you. After all, you own a very large private enterprise. With your help, it will be easy for him to take over, now, it’s up to you.”

"Don't worry, little brother, I, Mao Renguo, have not gone through all the ups and downs after so many years. This little setback cannot break me. As long as the money in the bank is in place, the company will be able to get out of the woods soon."

"Hmm, I hope you can achieve greater success, brother. Now your position in the paper industry is almost the number one in Asia. Try to become the number one in the world, and then the number one in the universe..."

"Haha, thank you little brother for your kind words!" The fat man laughed.

…

"I'll get off the car right here!" Zhang Yang saw the neon sign of the private hotel. Zhang Yang didn't want this brand-new Mercedes-Benz to be delivered to the door of the hotel. It was too eye-catching. After all, few people would take a Mercedes-Benz. Stay in a low-end hotel.

"Well, little brother, do you need my help?" The fat man stared at Zhang Yang closely.

"No need, I can handle it." Zhang Yang shook his head.

"Haha, I know that your character will not accept favors from others. However, I believe in you, little brother. Your achievements will one day surpass that of my brother. Don't forget to recognize me by then."

"Then I have to thank my brother Ji Yan. If I achieve my brother's achievements that day, I will send him a private jet with three words spray-painted on it..."

"What word?" The fat man was stunned.

"Send it to Zhang Yang!"

…

"Hahaha... Okay, I will wait for that day. If you give me a plane, I will give you a yacht. Spray it on the boat, and Mao Renguo will give it to you!"

"Hahaha……"

"Hahaha……"

Naturally, the two of them didn't know that it didn't take long for the current joke to come true, and that the plane and yacht became the targets of all the media, so that the two of them had to hide the plane and boat, not daring to use it at all.

"Brother, please communicate with your son. I believe that your son must also be very good. The so-called tiger father has no dog son!" Zhang Yang got out of the car and gently closed the door.

"Yes, I will. Remember the phone number just now. If you need anything, call me."

"Okay, drive carefully."

"It's okay, I didn't drink..."

…

Watching Mercedes-Benz slowly leave, Zhang Yang walked towards the hotel more than a hundred meters away...

The hotel is still the same, the lights are a bit dim, and the two ladies at the bar are a little dazed. Zhang Yang only took a look when he came in, and immediately fell asleep on the bar. Two tourists were sitting on the sofa in the lobby, seeming to be waiting for someone, observing. After a while, there is no eye-catching person...

Sixth floor!

After walking into the elevator, he pressed the floor button. Astonishingly, at the moment he pressed the button, Zhang Yang's head flashed with lightning, and he suddenly noticed something was wrong. There seemed to be something wrong in the lobby just now.

What's wrong?

light?

Decoration?

Or two travelers?

No, no... Zhang Yang was calculating rapidly in his head, but he still couldn't find anything wrong. Could it be the bar? Yes, the bar... There seemed to be something wrong when I saw the bar just now.

Why is there something wrong at the bar? Isn’t the girl standing at the bar the same girl I saw when I went out in the early morning?

Suddenly, a chill ran down Zhang Yang's spine. It was impossible for the girl on duty in the early morning to still be at work. Even if she was at work, her shift should be at one o'clock in the morning. This was the result of a casual inquiry when he and Liu Biao came out. At that time, Liu Biao was still working. Flirted with the bar lady.

Even if someone changes shifts due to personal matters, it is impossible for two people to change shifts at the same time. This possibility is very small!

The only possibility is that the bar lady did not get off work when she was supposed to get off work at 8:30, but has been working until now.

Why not replace someone?

The result of the thinking has come out. Someone must have taken control of the hotel. In order to prevent more people from knowing, the hotel owner asked the hotel owner to cooperate and not change shifts. No wonder the girl fell asleep before twelve o'clock.

The thinking was long, but the time was only a moment. At this time, the elevator had reached the fourth floor, and Zhang Yang immediately pressed the button for the fifth floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Zhang Yang's body was like a wisp of smoke passing by, rushing up the stairs. At this time, Zhang Yang had no time to think. Time is life. He had to rush to the elevator before it opened on the sixth floor. By the time he reached the sixth floor, Zhang Yang was sure that someone was already waiting for him at the elevator entrance. Of course, there was another possibility, that is, waiting for him in the room.

However, regardless of that possibility, he had to climb the stairs from the fifth floor. Breaking the enemy's plan was the first step to victory.

The sixth floor was quiet and no one was there. The elevator just arrived at the sixth floor. It opened and closed, and the light emitted brightened the dim corridor.

Quiet, very quiet!

It was no different from usual, but Zhang Yang's keen sense of thought felt a dangerous breath, which was emanating from their room.

Zhang Yang didn't move, quietly lurking behind the safety door at the stairs. The door to the room could be seen through the glass.

If there is someone under the other party, the people in the room must have been notified.

At this time, Zhang Yang couldn't help but celebrate secretly. Fortunately, this was a new privately opened hotel, and the surveillance system had not yet been put into use. If there was a surveillance system, his every move would fall into the eyes of the other party. When checking into the hotel, Zhang Yang's careful thinking had already figured out the hotel's environment.

Now, all it takes is patience!

Zhang Yang's palms are sweating, and the handle of the fruit knife is already wet. This is Liu Biao's fruit knife. In the morning, Zhang Yang deliberately confiscated it because he was afraid that Liu Biao would do something stupid again. But now there is a big problem. Function, if it weren't for this fruit knife, there would really be no suitable weapon found in this corridor except for a few stainless steel trash cans and carpets.

As time passed slowly, Zhang Yang's eyes became calmer and calmer, without the trace of nervousness at the beginning, and the fruit knife in his hand became more and more stable. He was calculating various possibilities.

The people in the room may not know that it is precisely because of this period of waiting that they gave Zhang Yang time to think. If the people in the room rushed out when Zhang Yang got on the elevator and did not search immediately after seeing Zhang Yang in the elevator, At the top of the stairs, Zhang Yang's situation is very dangerous. Only accidents can catch people off guard.

It's a pity that they gave Zhang Yang some time to think about it!

The opponent must have a gun. If it is a person who buys and buys, there is no need to question it. Of course, Zhang Yang would rather the opponent has a gun. If someone who does not need a gun comes to chase them, then he must be a master. With his With the current unstable level, it is really difficult to kill the masters.

One minute!

three minutes!

ten minutes!

…

A full fifteen minutes had passed, and the other party seemed to be challenging Zhang Yang's patience, but the people on the first floor didn't come up. Apparently, they thought Zhang Yang hadn't exposed them yet, or they were waiting for a thunderous strike!

finally!

After a full twenty minutes, someone couldn't bear it anymore, and the door gently opened a gap...

(To be continued)