When No. 1 looked at the document "About the circulation and use of cross-border currency" that appeared in front of him, he knew that it was Zhuo Qun, the street boy, who had created it, because no one else would make such a big fuss about it. of.
Previously, because of Zhuo Qun's problems in doing things, he went to ask Mr. Zhijun, the former No. 1 administrator. He wanted to know how to treat Zhuo Qun and whether he needed to change the way he did things. He wanted to give him some advice. Training and the like.
What he didn't expect was that Mr. Zhijun somewhat agreed with Zhuo Qun's method of doing things. He had seen too many people who did things in a messy way but could still accomplish things.
In ancient times, this kind of person was the so-called blessed general. Those who are not blessed will be heartbroken, but those who are blessed will not have to worry. This is not said casually.
In his opinion, Zhuo Qun is such a blessed person, and he is the kind of blessed person with great luck.
How could you get this system if you were not lucky, so just leave this aspect of things to him. These things started because of him and will end because of him.
So, don't worry about him in everything, just let him do it by himself.
And when No. 1 wanted Mr. Zhijun to come out again to help stabilize this unprecedented situation, Mr. Zhijun didn't want to come forward.
He said: "As long as you don't announce my death, the situation in the country will not change. As long as I am still alive, I will be confident that I can dominate the world. But now, I have not chosen to use the medical platform to restore my youth. In order to appear at certain critical moments and provide you with support, so you can feel free to go ahead and venture into it. The country will still be singing and dancing at peace as before, the country will be peaceful and the people are safe, and at least there will be no major troubles in a few years."
After Mr. Zhijun finished speaking, he let No. 1 go out.
When No. 1 was preparing to go out, Mr. Zhijun was reciting the Three-Character Sutra, recited a few words and then spoke to him.
"You learn when you are young, you act when you are strong. You serve the king at the top and the people at the bottom. My whole life is in these few words. I hope you can get things done quickly. I hope that I can do it within a hundred years." On my birthday, you can come to my funeral. What do you think, life and death?"
Inexplicably, No. 1 felt that his shoulders were a little heavier, "Can these be regarded as his last words?"
"No, I'm only over eighty years old. I just want to ask you how my handwriting is. Is it interesting?"
At this time, Mr. Zhijun began to write calligraphy in front of his desk. The content was the four sentences of the three-character sutra that he recited.
The calligraphy is simple and strong. It was a good calligraphy in the past. You can even point to this character to live. But now, this character is almost useless. After all, many famous writers in the Northern Song Dynasty have copybooks. The flow has come here, and now many so-called calligraphers have been devalued as worthless.
When there was no comparison in the past, those people could still take a look, but now that the calligraphy of those literati in the Northern Song Dynasty came over, these people were defeated, and those who played cursive and spray calligraphy were even scolded. My head is so bloody that I haven't even practiced horizontally, horizontally, and vertically clearly, and I still write like someone else's.
According to the words of some Northern Song Dynasty literati, the words you write are meant to be read by others. If others can't understand your words, why should you write them? Isn't this a waste of the four treasures of the study?
When No. 1 looked at the calligraphy before, he still thought it was pretty good, but now it's just a matter of small things, so he no longer evaluates anyone's calligraphy, even if it's Mr. Zhijun's calligraphy, he I won't even evaluate it.
"Let's go, let's go. You are such a spoiler. If nothing happens, don't come here again."
Seeing that No. 1 didn't comment on his words, he knew what it meant, so he waved his hand and drove the person away.
When he saw No. 1 leaving, he stopped writing. Instead, he came to the quiet room alone. He wanted to be quiet for a while.
Besides, when No. 1 saw this document, he remembered what Mr. Zhijun said before that if Zhuo Qun was a blessed person, he decided to leave this matter to Zhuo Qun.
The ball played by Zhuo Qun returned to him after more than ten days of making a big circle. What kind of thing is this? If he can solve it, why should he leave it to others? He can't Has it been solved? Does he still have to pay for it?
For a moment, Zhuo Qun burst into tears. It was so difficult. When he kicked it out, it was still a balloon, but when he came back, it was a shot put. How could he keep kicking?
In the end, Tang Xiaoxiao said, if you can't solve it on your own, why not solve it with people in other worlds? Anyway, this matter has something to do with them, and it's not his family's business.
This sentence opened a new football field. Zhuo Qun immediately decided to hand over the shot put to everyone to kick it together, so that the blame would not be placed on his own head, and he could also exert his democratic influence. In terms of spirit, I have to say that democracy is indeed a good system for playing football.
Just when Zhuo Qun was thinking about how to kick the ball out, Xiang Yu ran in in a panic, without his usual calm temperament.
"Xiang Yu, why are you so panicked? No matter what happens, we must remain calm. The sky will not fall."
Zhuo Qun looked at the panicked Xiang Yu and said with a frown, completely forgetting how he cried before.
"Mr. Zhuo, something happened at the Time and Space Square outside."
Xiang Yu gasped and said.
"Let's have a cup of tea first, then talk slowly. Don't worry, nothing big will happen over there. The time and space gates are all fine, aren't they? As long as the time and space gates are fine, it won't be a big deal."
Zhuo Qun handed Xiang Yu a cup of tea. He sensed the space-time square. Those space-time gates were all in good condition and there were no fluctuations. Since it was not a problem with the space-time gates, it meant that there was nothing major. Since nothing major happened, he could think about it carefully. How should I kick this ball?
Xiang Yu took the tea cup, and after thinking about it, it was indeed not a big deal, so he sat down and began to drink tea slowly. After a few minutes, he finished the tea and calmed down.
Zhuo Qun also nodded, it's not bad now, nothing can be rushed.
He also took a sip of tea and played with the Han Dynasty jade in his hand, "Tell me, what is it that makes you so panicked?"
"There's a fight over there in Time and Space Square, and there's blood. I think I should let you know and see how to deal with it."
"Who got into a fight with whom? How come they were fighting in a place like that? Drag them all to solitary confinement for ten and a half months first so that they can remember it."
Zhuo Qun frowned. He wanted to know who started the fight. Is that a place where fighting can happen?
