Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

"Hurry up and tell the truth! The people next door have already confessed. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!" The police separated everyone and detained them for interrogation.

You should know that Su Jiang has powerful backers.

They naturally attached great importance to this matter.

After being frightened by the police, the few people who were already feeling guilty had no courage left.

They all confessed.

The whole story, from beginning to end, has been exposed.

The relevant personnel were punished in various ways.

Dong Hongqiu, Wu Chunhui, and Wu De were placed under investigation as the three main culprits.

They will face imprisonment, or at least detention.

Especially Wood, regardless of his past connections with the police department.

Now it's all useless. Old, rotten things have been dug up, and with multiple crimes punished together, the worst possible outcome will be for them.

The million he just earned from selling calligraphy and paintings was only used by his wife to enjoy with other men.

The relevant information about Wu Chunhui and Dong Hongqiu was quickly sent to the Political Education Department of Tsinghua University.

Faced with overwhelming evidence, the school took a firm stance, and Principal Shen Chunlin personally issued an order to expel the student directly.

Poor Wu Chunhui was still waiting for his family to bail him out, but instead, his parents were busy fighting and getting a divorce. The trigger was the message Wu Chunhui posted.

His news caused a stir, and the parents started scrutinizing each other closely.

The investigation uncovered something unsavory: the couple had an affair. Wu Chunhui's father was frequently flirting with young girls, while his mother was constantly seeking male models at nightclubs...

So, they had a huge argument on the spot and decided to get a divorce.

As for Wu Chunhui?

What use is such a rebellious son?

More importantly, when Wu Chunhui was being beaten, it seemed that someone had struck his brother hard with a shovel.

The consequences... well, you know.

Among them, Dong Hongqiu's punishment was the lightest, but it was also the most detrimental to his future.

As a child from a poor family, all the family's hopes were pinned on him, expecting him to soar to great heights.

Now, not only has his dream of studying been shattered, but he also has a criminal record, ruining his future.

Su Jiang had already somewhat guessed what would happen to these people when he made the matter escalate.

At this moment, he followed Zhu Fei to Zhang Zetian's doorstep.

This is an old neighborhood in Kyoto.

After Zhu Fei parked the car, he said to Su Jiang, "Su Jiang, don't underestimate this place. Many of the people living here are former high-ranking officials."

Su Jiang nodded; he had also noticed the extraordinary nature of this neighborhood.

The security guards at the entrance look like retired veterans.

Su Jiang and the others arrived at Zhang Zetian's residence.

"Knock knock knock"

Zhu Fei knocked on the door.

Zhang Zetian opened the door in response.

As soon as the door opened, Su Jiang was seen behind Zhu Fei.

stunned.

"It's you!"

The words rang out in unison.

Su Jiang and Zhang Zetian both pointed at each other in surprise.

Zhu Fei was dumbfounded.

"What's going on here?" he asked, puzzled.

"Haha," Su Jiangqian laughed, "We've met before."

"I never expected that you, young man, would not only be so skilled at collecting antiques, but also at calligraphy!" Zhang Zetian said, stepping aside to invite the group in.

Zhang Zetian's house is not big.

A calligraphy scroll was displayed in his living room at that moment.

Upon seeing the calligraphy, Zhu Fei's face fell: "Grandpa Zhang, you really did take the calligraphy from my wall!"

"I just wanted to take it for a look, and I'll return it to you once I've had my fill!" Zhang Zetian explained.

He did not provide any explanation as to how long the observation would last.

After saying that, he ignored Zhu Fei's exasperated expression and turned to Su Jiang: "Young man Su Jiang, right? Did you write this?"

Su Jiang nodded.

"Could you please give me some pointers on my calligraphy?" Zhang Zetian asked Su Jiang very humbly.

Zhu Fei was dumbfounded by the expectant and hopeful look on her face.

If one's own master needs guidance from Su Jiang, doesn't that mean that Su Jiang will become one's master's master in the blink of an eye?

Calling someone younger than yourself "Master" still feels a bit awkward.

"Uh..." He felt a little awkward pointing at an old man.

Su Jiang touched his nose: "Then why don't you go write one and let me see?"

"Good! Good! Good!" Zhang Zetian said "good" three times in a row.

He excitedly entered the study.

In the study, there is a large antique wooden table, next to which is a wooden brush holder with several brushes hanging on it.

There is also a paperweight next to the pen holder.

Zhang Zetian reached out and took a piece of paper, then flattened it.

Zhu Fei helped him grind the powder on the side.

Zhang Zetian rubbed his hands together vigorously to warm them up, then picked up the pen and dipped it into the ink.

This is Zhang Zetian's writing habit, and Zhu Fei also has this habit; it's probably what's called master-disciple inheritance.

Just like in school, some students' answering habits are quite similar to those of their teachers.

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement; as earth's nature is receptive, a gentleman should cultivate virtue and bear all things with magnanimity."

Zhang Zetian wrote out the two sentences in one go.

Between the lines, a subtle yet powerful aura emanates.

"Young friend Su Jiang, how is it?" Zhang Zetian finished writing, let out a long sigh, and smiled at Su Jiang.

"Your handwriting is indeed excellent." Su Jiang nodded in agreement. "From the moment you picked up the brush to the moment you put it down, there was not a single flaw."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zetian's face also showed a hint of pride.

"Therefore, your writing has been confined, and there is no room for improvement."

As soon as Su Jiang uttered his next sentence, Zhang Zetian's face froze instantly.