Zhao Xin found himself transmigrated into a novel, becoming the great villain, a delusional tyrant. This tyrant was obsessed with wine and women, lingering in the imperial harem and never attending...
Then he pulled out a notebook from his sleeve, slowly placed it in front of Liu Zhi and said, "Sir, you are a noble man, how could you be moved by such a small matter?
I am not very talented, but here is a notebook. If you don't mind, please read it and then we can talk about other things."
Liu Zhi frowned slightly when he heard this, hesitated for a moment, snorted coldly, and then picked it up casually.
He didn't care at first. He didn't think that something written by a woman could move him, let alone make him change his mind.
But after turning two pages, his expression became serious.
I originally planned to just flip through two pages and throw it away, and then humiliate this ignorant slave.
Actually...
Humph, who do you think I, Liu Zhi, am?!
But the more I read, the more frightened I became. What was written in the note, on the surface, was all about the value of goods, but it was very inclusive.
As he savored it carefully, he found that it contained everything. The breadth of thought and vision in it shocked him!
Some things may seem absurd, but when you think about them, you will find that they have profound meaning.
And it became more and more obscure as he read on. As he read on, there were many things he couldn't understand.
At first he flipped through the pages very quickly, but later on he would have to think for a long time before reading each line.
When I looked up and wanted to speak, I found that the lights in the room were on.
When I looked outside again, it was already completely dark.
"Sanniang, did you write this?"
At this moment, Liu Zhi no longer dared to call her a lowly maid.
Being able to write something so profound is enough to set a precedent.
No matter who the other party was, he didn't dare to shout out those insulting words again.