章 102: The Message About the Vertical Bamboo Flute of the World

Ning Que did not know that he had missed another huge opportunity, and, of course, he did not know some Divine Talisman Master saw his grass script on a piece of account book ripped by him in the brothel, which produced two famous calligraphy notes, Wooden Rubblings of Yan and Chicken Soup Calligraphy. Today, he still was an unknown young boss in Lin 47th Street, and an ordinary but diligent student in Academy.

He woke from a drunken sleep the next morning and drank the bowl of chicken soup which perhaps was warmed up again and again, frowning. Then, he stopped Sangsang who was preparing to wash the pot and bowl. He looked at her black face and said seriously, "Last night, I drank too much because I was so happy. I didn't have time to tell you because I passed out."

Sangsang looked up, raised her thin eyebrows, opened her bright eyes, and asked with curiosity, "Young Master, what makes you so happy? I've never seen you drink that much."