There is a gentleman who is as clear as a touch, as sharp as a polish.

The stern is stern, and the stern is stern.

If there are no gentlemen, they will never be ignored.

——"National Style·Weifeng·Qi'ao"

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The next morning.

"...Therefore, my husband knows and works as one official, and his actions are comparable to one country, and his virtues are united as one king..." Gu Chao went downstairs while memorizing the letter and walked to the restaurant door. He poked his head out to look. He didn't see Gu Xi at the dining table, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, that devil hasn't gotten up yet..."

What I want to memorize today is "Xiaoyaoyou", and he has not memorized it well.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Xi's voice was already ringing behind him.

"I'm a devil?"

"Who said, I mean..." Gu Chao turned around and shrank his butt to the wall, "Sister is a devil... a devil figure."

Gu Xi glanced at him and raised his hand to throw something over.

Gu Chao raised his hand to catch it, with a string of shiny keys in his hand, and the logo of the "Harley" motorcycle on it.

"Sister, this is..."

Gu Xi raised his chin to the table: "Go and see if you like it."

Outside the window, the delivery staff were carefully pushing a new Harley "Road King" out of the truck.

In the morning light, the black body and wheels are shining.

"Sister, I love you so much!"

He rushed forward, picked up Gu Xi and turned around. Gu Chao rushed out of the door and held the motorcycle in the staff's hand.

"Such handsome...so handsome...look at this headlight...and this streamlined look...cool!"

In addition to playing with computers, motorcycles are Gu Chao's biggest hobby.

In order to learn how to ride a motorcycle, he specially learned his driver's license from abroad early.

When this black road king first released the concept model, he was paying attention and was always making money by himself, just to wait until he turned 18 years old to buy one.

Gu Xi took the helmet handed over by Mi Yao: "You can only get on the road if you are eighteen years old."

"I know." Gu Chaoha breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up his T-shirt and wiped off the almost negligible dust on the reflector, turned his face and smiled at Gu Xi, "Thank you sister."

Seeing his eagerness to try, Gu Xi raised his hand and threw the helmet handed over to him.

"Allow you to drive around the door and come back to have a meal."

Gu Chao already has a driver's license and can drive abroad. However, according to domestic traffic rules, he is still a few days away from reaching 18 years old and cannot get on the road yet.

"Yes!" Gu Chao excitedly put his helmet on his head, raised his right hand, and saluted her an m-style military salute, "Please guarantee to complete the task."

"Drive slowly!"

Gu’s mother Shi Ya came out in apron and smiled and reminded him.

"knew."

Gu Chao's voice was still in the air, and the man was already riding a motorcycle to rush out.

The person who sent the car left, Mi Yao followed Gu Xi and walked into the living room.

"Sister Xi, I have brought you the script of "Wu Ding Shengshi". This is your first movie script, you must take a good look. Also, there will be a banquet tomorrow night..."

As she was talking, her cell phone rang.

Mi Yao answered the phone, "Who?"

"Hello, I am Mr. Zhang Bainian's assistant Peng Yi. Mr. Zhang wants to ask Miss Gu Xi for some questions."

Chapter 100 Years?!

"You mean...the national treasure chapter of the Minle Master has been around for a hundred years?"

"good."

"Is that true?" Mi Yao smiled, "If you were Zhang Bainian's assistant, I would be Madonna's agent."

Who is Zhang Bainian?

He was already well-known at home and abroad when he was young, a national treasure-level figure, an ancient piano master, and an intangible cultural heritage inheritor.

Such a person would still "ask for advice" when he asked Gu Xi.

Is it possible?

She had not yet wandered to the point where her relatives refused to recognize her, and thought that her sister Xi had entered the master level.

Mi Yao hung up the phone and was still complaining.

"The liar now is really a master of folk music. Why would he say he is a Hollywood director?"

As he was talking, a call came over again, this time it was Zhuo Yiyang.

"Xiao Yao, have you received the call from Zhang Bainian Assistant?"

Mi Yao:...

faint!
Chapter completed!