Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 535 Ximen Lang is a good comrade
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"You'll find out exactly what it is once you open it and take a look."

At first, Ximen Lang didn't pay much attention to the piece of paper that Lao Luo handed him.

I thought that the people in the city of Beijing had encountered some difficulties again, or that they couldn't get any supplies or equipment, and that's why they had to ask me for help. That's why I prepared this list for myself.

Even though the list was written on the finest Xuan paper, it looked a bit large because Lao Luo had folded it a few times, but Ximen Lang didn't care.

I think it's just that there are a lot of things on the list, nothing serious.

It wasn't until Ximen Lang, completely oblivious, followed Lao Luo's instructions and opened the "list" that he truly saw the seven powerful characters on the "list": "Ximen Lang is a good comrade."
I suddenly felt a buzzing in my head, and my mind went completely blank.

So much so that he became somewhat tongue-tied, and holding the "list" helplessly, he started rambling incoherently.

"Luo, me, you, is this for real?"

After all that fuss, he still couldn't utter a coherent sentence when he arrived.

Seeing Ximen Lang's overwhelming excitement, he could hardly believe it.

Lao Luo chuckled.

"Whether it's real or not, you can tell by looking at the signature. Of course, if you think it's fake, you can give it back to me. Although the name isn't quite right, it's still a family heirloom. If you don't want it, I'll take it and put it in my house."

As he spoke, Lao Luo made a gesture as if to take the calligraphy back.

Startled, Ximen Lang quickly turned to the side and blurted out a sentence.

"Why?! Why do you have the right to put my things in your house?! Lao Luo, don't think you can take advantage of me just because we're good friends! I'll turn on you, I really will!"

"And who said I don't want it! This calligraphy is a perfect match for me, it was tailor-made for me! Let me tell you, you can cheat me out of money or my feelings, but you can't even think about taking this calligraphy! Otherwise, I'll really get angry with you!"

His nervous appearance left Lao Luo both amused and exasperated.

Having said that, he quickly called to Bai Ling, who was standing to the side.
"How can you be so clueless! Hurry up and lend a hand to unfold this calligraphy so I can compare it with mine!"

Without saying a word, he immediately launched into a tirade against Bai Ling, who was equally speechless.

Bai Ling rolled her eyes at the scolding.

However, she didn't say much. Instead, she obediently helped Ximen Lang unfold the large characters, despite his repeated instructions not to wrinkle them.

Then, they hurriedly took out their phones, searching and taking pictures, verifying various things.

After verification, it was indeed found to be an authentic work of art that couldn't be more real!

After a brief moment of excitement, Ximen Lang immediately became angry.

"Old Luo, you spendthrift! Don't you care about things that aren't yours? Such fine calligraphy and paintings, you didn't even bother to frame them. Instead, you folded them again and again and stuffed them in your pocket! You...you're utterly lawless!"

The incoherent reprimand left Lao Luo somewhat bewildered.

I really can't understand what this has to do with lawlessness.

At the same time, I became increasingly certain in my heart.

"It would have been a mistake not to give him that calligraphy piece. Otherwise, if he knew that the higher-ups valued him so much and spoiled him like this, who knows how arrogant he would become!"

Thinking this, Lao Luo put the calligraphy piece that he had already taken in his hands back down.

Yes, this time Lao Luo not only brought back the calligraphy and painting that read "Ximen Lang is a good comrade," but also the calligraphy and painting that Ximen Lang had been hoping for, which was rather unconventional. He put it in Lao Luo's right pocket.

As for what this calligraphy and painting, which Lao Luo and Bai Ling both agreed was not quite proper, actually was...
What else could it be?
Of course, it's based on Ximen Lang's long and tedious saying.
"Comrade Ximen Lang, I have high hopes for you. One day, you will definitely succeed. I wish you a bright future and boundless success." That was the large calligraphy he wrote in one stroke.

Lao Luo really didn't expect that his joke, which he told those people as a joke, would actually be taken to heart by them.

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"Compared to what he has done for us, there is really little we can do for him. Since he likes it, it is not difficult for us. So let's write one for him. As long as he is happy, it does not violate principles, and it does not break the law, it will be fine."

For this reason.

He immediately wrote a poem for Ximen Lang.

To think that he would favor Ximen Lang so much!

They're even willing to write things that are utterly ridiculous!

All that matters is making Ximen Lang happy!

Her favoritism bordered on spoiling; not only Lao Luo, but even Bai Ling found it hard to bear.

It took a lot of persuasion and reasoning to finally get them to reconsider their idea and rewrite a more normal version of "Ximen Lang is a good comrade".

Sure enough, as soon as he received the calligraphy, Ximen Lang immediately became arrogant.

He was only given a simple calligraphy piece, and Ximen Lang became so arrogant that he would scold himself as if he were a grandson.

If we give him this one too...
Wouldn't he just float straight up into the sky?!

He exchanged a glance with Bai Ling, who was also incredibly troubled, and saw that, sure enough, even Bai Ling felt the same way.

Lao Luo decisively tucked the large calligraphy scroll in his pocket even deeper into the bottom of his pocket.

Without showing any intention of taking it out, Lao Luo said speechlessly, following Ximen Lang's lead.

"It was only folded a few times, I was very careful. Look, there aren't even many creases, you can't even see them unless you look closely. Why are you so angry? Besides, I have nowhere else to put it, so I can only put it in my pocket, right?"

"Of course, if you really don't like it and can't accept it, then I'll say it again: give it to me. You think it's ugly, but I don't. I'll put it in the main room of my house. Perfect, I'll treat it as a family heirloom and pass it down from generation to generation."

Ximen Lang was rendered speechless, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.

He could only shake his head like a rattle-drum, repeating it over and over.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Holding the large calligraphy scroll as if it were a precious treasure, Gao Cheng, who had completely missed the opportunity and dared not seize it recklessly, was extremely envious.

They wished their eyes were glued to that calligraphy.

After this little incident, Ximen Lang, who had completely calmed down, no longer had the desire to compete with Lao Luo and the others.

He hurriedly rummaged through the supplies for various tools and materials for mounting, intending to mount the calligraphy now to avoid getting it wrinkled.

After searching for a long time without finding it among the military supplies, Ximen Lang slapped his forehead in frustration.

"I'm going to search through all this weapons and equipment? That's insane! Even if I did find them, with my skills, I wouldn't dare touch them!"

So, they quickly called on Lao Luo and the others, telling them to hurry up and make use of the weapons and equipment to finalize the parade.

And the guard battalion, due to its special nature, agreed to replace the shoulder boards and chest badges.

Then, there was an unwillingness to waste a single moment.

In the blink of an eye, Ximen Lang found what he thought was a secluded place, held the calligraphy, and returned to the future.

(End of this chapter)