Minglan Grand View sales office, VIP reception room.
Gao Jing picked up his pen and signed his name on the purchase contract.
Chen Ya, standing beside him, looked on with undisguised admiration and could not help saying, "Mr. Gao, your handwriting is beautiful!"
She was not flattering an important client. Her praise came straight from the heart.
Gao Jing smiled and set down the pen.
Of course, his handwriting was good.
Gao Jing's ancestors could be considered a scholarly family.
Although they had produced only one provincial graduate, and the family had declined more than a century ago.
Some things had still been passed down.
Not antique calligraphy, paintings, curios, or treasures, but the tradition of reading.
When Gao Jing was very young, his grandfather had started teaching him to read and write, making him practice calligraphy with a brush.
Gao Jing did not know how many Yan and Liu copybooks he had copied.
After persisting for over twenty years, Gao Jing did not dare claim that he had grasped much of Yan's sinewy strength and Liu's bony vigor.
But among people his age, his handwriting was unquestionably among the best.
During his school years, he had won many calligraphy competition certificates and produced countless classroom blackboard displays.
After graduating from university and struggling to establish himself in society, his fine handwriting had also brought Gao Jing quite a few positive benefits.
His writing was beautiful, so people always regarded him a little more highly.
They trusted him a little more, too.
Chen Ya carefully put away Gao Jing's contract, then capped the brand-new pen and placed it back in its box.
She smiled. "Mr. Gao, please keep this pen as a memento."
Gao Jing nodded. "Thank you."
This newly unboxed pen was no ordinary item. It was a Montblanc