Before Qin Zheng could answer, Xie Zhen answered first.

Xie Zhen lost her composure after Liao Wenchang said that the two calligraphy works were by the same person.

He subconsciously looked over at Qin Sheng.

I stared at it for several seconds, but I still couldn't believe it.

Upon hearing Liao Wenchang's question, she chuckled and said, "Master Liao, do you think this calligraphy might have been written by a seventeen-year-old girl?"

A seventeen-year-old girl?

That's impossible, of course.

Putting aside the fact that the character, experience, and emotions expressed in this calligraphy are something that a young girl could never possess, the art of calligraphy itself requires not only years of continuous practice but also extremely high levels of wrist strength and penmanship, which is something a young girl cannot achieve.

Xie Zhen understood Liao Wenchang's expression, smiled again, and gestured with her chin toward Qin Sheng, saying, "The second calligraphy piece was written by this Miss Qin a little over an hour ago. As for the first one..." Xie Zhen paused, then said meaningfully, "She said she wrote it too."

That line, "She said she wrote it too," is brilliant.

Qin Sheng raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Xie Zhen.

For a couple of seconds, she smiled and said, "You're already being held captive, yet you still can't shut your mouth? And you still say my dad misunderstood you?"

Are all the other people blind or stupid? Can't they see that she's targeting her?

The last sentence was not said, but of course no one present was a fool, and many people smiled with suppressed smirk.

With the two powerful figures of the Xuanyuan clan present, no one dared to laugh freely, so the laughter was soft and suppressed.

But for Xie Zhen, it was like a resounding slap across the face, causing her expression to change uncontrollably.

Before he could speak, Qin Sheng continued, "It's one thing if you can't afford my calligraphy copybook, but now that someone who can afford it wants to buy it, you still want to cause trouble?"

"Is this because you can't stand seeing others do well?"

In one sentence, Xie Zhen was nailed to the pillar of shame for "jealousy," and she could no longer utter another word.

Qin Sheng had already turned her gaze away.

She went to see her major client, Liao Wenchang.

He said in a cold voice, "Both of them were written by me, but this one has already been given to Grandpa Fu. It's not for sale. If you want it, I'll write another one for you later."

He paused, then emphasized, "The exact same one costs 1.3 billion. Money-back guarantee if you're not satisfied."

Liao Wenchang wanted to say that while a solid foundation is essential for writing good calligraphy, many times, opportunity also plays a crucial role.

Opportunities are rare and hard to come by.

Take himself for example, he probably writes at least 8,000 to 10,000 calligraphy samples a year.

But the only ones that truly satisfied him and were good enough to buy were three to five, and five were already considered to be in very good condition.

But when he met the girl's seemingly aloof yet earnest eyes, he hesitated before he could speak.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded: "Then it's settled."

Qin Sheng's expression immediately softened, and she casually tore off the calligraphy she had written not long ago and handed it to him: "Here, this is for you."

Liao Wenchang: "..."

He paused for a moment, then reached out and took it.

Although this piece of calligraphy is far inferior to the first one, it is still of a first-rate standard. In particular, its brushwork, composition, structure, and brushstrokes are of great reference, learning, and appreciation value.

Since it's free, of course we shouldn't refuse it.

Xie Zhen's smile could no longer be maintained.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, judging from the expressions on the faces of everyone present, the vast majority of people already believed that the calligraphy was indeed written by Qin Sheng.

Consequently, her actions became a complete joke.

Although no one was looking at her, Xie Zhen's face remained stiff. If she could, she would have liked to leave right there.

That won't do.

Her shoulders were still tightly bound, and the remaining guards at the door kept a close eye on her.

Now, let alone leaving, if she shows the slightest abnormality, people will assume she has a guilty conscience, thus confirming her guilt.

No, she has to stay calm.

Xie Zhen took a deep breath to suppress her complicated emotions and turned to look at the computer.

Just then, the guard in charge of screening the information stood up from his seat, his brow furrowed tightly.

Xie Zhenwei's heart, which had been pounding, instantly relaxed.

She lowered her eyes.

After the guard got up, he quickly walked up to Xuan Yuanjing, whispered a few words, and then waited quietly for instructions.

Xuanyuan Jing frowned, his gaze sweeping over Xie Zhen, his already slightly dark eyes flashing with a hint of fierceness.

But at this moment, there is no evidence available, so even if it were him, he couldn't just detain the person arbitrarily.

After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand.

Just then, Qin Sheng glanced at him sideways and held out a hand: "Give me the things."

Xuanyuan Jing was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was talking about chips.

Without hesitation, he nodded to his guards and said, "Take it."

The guard was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over to Qin Sheng and handed her the chip in his hand.

Even after the person had walked away, he was still somewhat dazed.

You just... gave it to me like that?

This chip is considered a high-level piece of equipment in their military base. Apart from the researchers at the experimental base, only their high-ranking officers and some guards who needed it were equipped with it, totaling only about two thousand chips.

Generally speaking, non-internal personnel do not have permission to view this information.

Even internal staff must be at least mid-level managers.

This Miss Qin seems to be quite extraordinary.

While thinking, he turned to look at Xuan Yuanjing. After receiving the other's tacit approval, he turned back and chased after Qin Sheng.

Although some of the contents of the chip could not be found, he had at least screened it once, so he could still offer some suggestions.

But when Qin Sheng sat down next to the computer, the guard noticed.

He's really overthinking it.

Then we saw Qin Sheng put the chip into a special adapter, plug it into the USB port, and then his hands started typing rapidly on the keyboard.

All you can see are countless characters jumping and scrolling across the screen, with a progress bar occasionally popping up.

But it only took a few seconds to load.

Qin Sheng continued typing on the keyboard.

Progress bars loaded one after another, and content that seemed to have never existed before reappeared. The guard slowly opened his eyes wide.

Qin Sheng typed the last character.

The computer screen immediately switched to the disk where the chip was located.

Qin Sheng glanced around casually and was about to get up when she suddenly stopped and sat back down.

The guard, ready to take over and continue the screening: "..."

He paused for a moment, then stood obediently next to Qin Sheng again.

Qin Sheng moved the mouse to one of the icons, looking at the miniature map location displayed on the icon, his gaze gradually becoming deep.

Two seconds later, I selected the icon and clicked on it.