Taking the fountain pen Wang Baogang handed him, Chen Jue found it rather novel.
As far as he remembered, he had only used one of these when he first learned to write in primary school or practiced with copybooks. After that, he had switched to ballpoint and rollerball pens for convenience, then signature pens once he started working.
He vaguely remembered that when he worked in Hangzhou, the company boss liked using a fountain pen to sign documents and approve expense claims, saying it made his signature look classy. There were even people online who specialized in collecting fountain pens.
Chen Jue had little interest in fountain pens himself; he was simply enjoying the novelty. After weighing its heft in his hand, he signed his name on the cover of the hardcover Body-Tempering Exercise.
Perhaps because he had not written in so long, his strokes were a little rusty. Combined with his greatly increased strength, he pressed just a little too hard, and the fountain pen's nib actually splayed apart under his hand.
A fountain pen's construction was very different from that of an ordinary signature pen. An ordinary signature pen had a rounded tip, whereas a fountain pen's nib consisted of two metal pieces, one on either side, with a slit between them for the ink to flow through.
Almost anyone who had used a fountain pen knew how easily its nib could be damaged. If it accidentally fell to the ground, the metal nib could bend, let alone when subjected to Chen Jue's strength.
"Commissar Wang! Sorry!"
"I haven't written in so long that I'm a bit rusty." Seeing that he had damaged the nib, Chen Jue hurriedly apologized, then reached out and pinched the splayed tip back together.
The sight made Wang Baogang's face twitch. He knew