Also, I think you two are a good match as a thief, so I'll let you be partners in the future.
You can travel around the world and fall in love.
You can also do some work along the way, benefit the country and cause trouble for the enemy.
Look, this is so nice! I'm helping you two young couple to be together!"
As the old Taoist said this, he took out two documents from his pocket and handed them to He Jingxian.
Zhang Xudong took it and looked at it. The blue cover was the same as Zhang Xudong's, both were stamped with the official seals of the Huaxia Investigation Committee and the State Council.
The red cover is indeed a press card, stamped with the official seal of a national daily newspaper.
The old Taoist saw Zhang Xudong's surprise and said:
"This is what my husband told us to do. He said that a press pass would give you more convenience and would be suitable for girls to travel around.
However, the gentleman also explained that these two documents must be given to the girl voluntarily.
It's up to you guys, do you want it or not? I won't force you.
He Jingxian snatched the two documents and said with shining eyes, "Yes, of course I want them."
Zhang Xudong had no choice but to accept it. Mr. Zhou had already explained it, so what else could he say?
"Come, come, let me open my eyes and see the gift the master gave you." The old Taoist brought up the old matter again.
He Jingxian wiped her hands with a cloth and took out her own calligraphy.
Carefully spread it out on the bed.
The old Taoist looked at the large characters and said, "Isn't this the handwriting of a master? This does look like the handwriting of a great master."
Ah! Is this really Mr. Da’s handwriting? "
The old Taoist stared at the signature, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was so shocked that he didn't even realize he had pulled out two of his beards.
After being stunned for a moment, the old Taoist said with trembling lips:
"Dongzi, what about yours? Do you have a calligraphy piece too?"
Zhang Xudong glanced at the old Taoist with disdain: "Yes! But this is for us, why are you so excited?"
Zhang Xudong said that, but he still spread out his calligraphy on the bed.
The old Taoist looked at the calligraphy carefully again, his body swayed a bit, and he muttered incoherently:
"It's done. It's done. We are all saved."
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