DreamersGN Chapter 342 Writing Love Letters
Chapter 342 Writing Love Letters
"Writing love letters?!"
Instantly.
Quiet.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
What? You want Goddess Bai Zhi to write a love letter?
Would the goddess Bai Zhi agree?
The people around were so jealous that their eyes turned red, and boos erupted all around.
"How could a goddess possibly write love letters?!"
"Wake up! Dreaming in broad daylight, writing love letters? Why not dream that Goddess Bai Zhi is my wife? Hehehe!"
"To be honest, I also want my goddess to write me a love letter!"
"......"
Jiang Bai was also stunned.
love letter?
A love letter of a few hundred words?
"Senior, this...this isn't appropriate, is it?"
Jiang Bai, her face slightly flushed with embarrassment, looked at him somewhat at a loss.
The bespectacled man nearly ascended to heaven on the spot from that gaze, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"It's okay!! I won't send it to anyone else! I'll take it back and frame it!"
"Goddess Baizhi, didn't you say there was no limit?"
"Since it's custom-made calligraphy, it should be able to be used to write love letters, right?"
"Are you worried that I don't have money, Goddess Baizhi?"
"It's okay, Goddess Bai Zhi, you can write as many words as you want! I still have money in my account! I've got plenty of cash!!"
Jiang Bai looked at the large stack of red banknotes on the table and swallowed hard.
Although writing love letters to someone is not a good thing, this is worth 50,000!
One thousand yuan per word.
One hundred words equals one hundred thousand.
A thousand words equals a million...
"Holy crap......."
Jiang Bai cried out in his heart about poverty.
"Chief, did you hear that?"
"This isn't a love letter, it's like a gold brick jumping into my arms!"
He originally felt that writing love letters under the identity of "Jiang Baizhi" would ruin his public image.
But faced with this dizzying pile of money.
No matter what kind of persona or morals, they can all be fed to Big Yellow!
[Ding! Host, please be aware of that 'profiteer' smile on your lips. Please maintain your purity and elegance. Even if you're thinking of ten whole roasted lambs right now, your face must show a compassionate expression that says, 'For charity, I'm going all out.']
Jiang Bai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to burst into laughter.
He slowly raised his head, his pair of white fox prosthetic ears trembling slightly in the breeze, his eyes revealing a touching blush born of embarrassment.
"Since... since it's because you're so generous, senior, that you're doing this out of love."
Jiang Bai parted her lips slightly and said gently, "Then... I'll make an exception for you this time."
The goddess agreed?
"hiss--!!!"
The entire audience gasped.
The goddess Bai Zhi actually agreed to write a love letter!!
So, can they also make this request?
At this very second.
Everyone went completely mad!
"Ahhh! Goddess Bai Zhi actually wrote me a love letter! I want one too!"
"Give me the complete 'Shanglin Fu'!!"
"The Shanglin Fu? That's several thousand words long! Do you want to exhaust your goddess?!"
"I'm rich!! Tired? No problem, let Bai Zhi write slowly!! I'll stay here and fan her until dark!!"
"Waaaaah, I don't have that much money. Could Goddess Bai Zhi write three words for me: 'I love you'?"
"......"
Looking at the crowd in front of him, who were caught up in the frenzy of "lowering their intelligence and spending money," Jiang Bai felt his hands trembling involuntarily.
What? There's also the "Shanglin Fu"?
The "Shanglin Fu" contains over two thousand characters...
That's a length that could kill someone!
[Ding! Host, did you see that? This is 'Financial Leverage Caused by Beauty'. We suggest you start with 'love letters'. One thousand per word, a hundred-word love letter would be one hundred thousand. You only need to move your fingers, earning a million or so is no problem! This afternoon, your hand should be sore from writing!]
Jiang Bai snorted coldly and transformed into the desperate Thirteenth Brother.
"Sore hands are nothing!"
"As long as it sells for a high price, I'll keep writing on this playground until the end of time!!"
"The customer is king! If someone can afford it, I'll write the entire Zizhi Tongjian (Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government)!"
Jiang Bai took a deep breath, his fingertips twitched slightly, and he picked up the calligraphy brush.
Just as I was about to start writing, I suddenly realized that the brush was not dipped in ink.
So he reached out and took the top-grade pine soot ink.
But before his hand could even touch the ink stick, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from the side and snatched it away with incredible speed.
"Junior Sister Baizhi, let me do this kind of rough work."
Zhang Cheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression solemn as if he were cutting the ribbon for a multi-billion dollar architectural design project.
He added a few drops of mineral water to the inkstone with remarkable elegance, his wrist suspended in the air, applying even pressure, and began to draw perfect circles on the inkstone.
The way he ground the ink, the focused look in his eyes.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was grinding some kind of miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life.
Su Ze, Gu Dapeng, and Lin Le, who were standing to the side, were staring blankly at Jiang Bai's perfect profile.
By the time they realized what was happening, Zhang Cheng had already taken the opportunity to grind the ink.
The three people stared at each other, their eyes filled with regret:
"Holy crap!! I was too slow!!"
Su Ze stomped his feet in anger: "How can that unfilial son of the Zhang family be so fast?!"
Gu Dapeng clenched his fist in frustration:
"My explosive power as a level-two shot put athlete was defeated by someone who draws blueprints? A disgrace! A disgrace to dormitory 404!"
Lin Le didn't say anything. He carefully took a step back and came to the pile of Xuan paper.
The opportunity to grind ink has already been taken by someone else.
So, he was more than willing to take the opportunity to hand over the Xuan paper!
Jiang Bai watched Zhang Cheng diligently grinding ink, feeling both amused and exasperated. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Old Zhang beside him.
At this moment, Old Zhang looked like an old monk in deep meditation, staring blankly at the distant lawn.
He had an air of detachment, as if to say, "As long as I don't watch, my son isn't embarrassing himself."
Seeing Jiang Bai looking over, Old Zhang merely blinked slightly, without giving a single hint.
Seeing this, Jiang Bai understood and sighed silently in his heart:
"Alright, since Old Zhang isn't going to stop me, then I'll be generous and accept this 'free page.'"
"After all, Zhang Cheng had already ground the ink, so I couldn't just kick him out in public."
The ink was ground quickly.
At this moment, the bespectacled man who had spent 50,000 yuan to buy the "love letter" was rubbing his hands expectantly, his eyes fixed on the Xuan paper on the table.
Jiang Bai picked up the purple bamboo brush worth millions, dipped it lightly in the inkwell, then looked at the boy and asked:
"Senior, regarding the contents of this letter... do you have any special requests?"
The bespectacled man was startled by the question.
He chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head, his eyes filled with the blank stare of someone who had just been chosen by their crush.
"No! No requests!"
"Anything you, Goddess Baizhi, write, even if it's just an IOU, I'll take it home and treasure it like a family heirloom! Do whatever you want, just do whatever you want!"
Jiang Bai nodded slightly and looked away.
Write a love letter?
He has never seriously written anything like this in his entire life!
If it were to be something like "I miss you so much I can't sleep," or "You are the little apple in my heart."
Jiang Bai would probably vomit on the spot, and her saintly image would be completely shattered.
If you're going to value every word, then you need to go all out with the sophistication.
At the very least, it can't be a regular love letter.
A sudden idea flashed in Jiang Bai's mind.
Got it!
I'll write "To See or Not to See"!
He had just bought this poem before, and he was very familiar with its content.
Most importantly, the poem is exactly ninety characters long, which fits the range of a love letter of about one hundred characters!