Earn tens of billions in the era after binding the sycophant system

Seeing Xu Ziyi's prophecy ability? !
She really regarded her as an invulnerable amulet. It seemed that someone was really in a hurry and started to take the road of idealism.

"Actually, there is no need to waste a precious bullet on Xu Ziyi. She is useless now. Anyone who wants to rob her can take it away."

"How do you know she's useless?"

"My friend went to meet her. She doesn't talk about prophecy now, she doesn't know anything except eating, drinking, and messing around." Xu Zishan said, "She doesn't pose any threat."

Han Xinghui was thoughtful, Xu Zishan was right, Lu Chao and the others thought Xu Ziyi was pretending to be crazy, but according to Xu Zishan's meaning, Xu Ziyi really became a blank sheet of paper?

What's even more frightening is that Shanbao's friends can see Xu Ziyi without any obstacles!

Xu Zishan suddenly said: "But you don't have to let her go so casually, you can cheat her."

Such and such.

Han Xinghui said in surprise, "Can you imitate her handwriting?"

"Yes, I can imitate everyone's handwriting."

Xu Zishan and Han Xinghui returned to their yard and wrote a letter of future prophecy in Xu Ziyi's voice.

Han Xinghui took it over. He had seen the handwriting on Xu Ziyi's confession letter. These words were exactly the same as what Xu Ziyi wrote.

He felt itchy in his heart, and said, "You should imitate my words."

Xu Zishan handed him the pen: "You write some words first, I'll read them first, and then imitate."

Han Xinghui didn't think much about it, and took the pen handed over by Xu Zishan, rolled his dark eyes, and wrote a paragraph:

I never believe in reincarnation, but when I met you, I hope that I was the one who accompanied you to the end in the previous life, and I hope that I can continue to be with you in the next life.

After the man finished writing, he put down the pen very casually and said, "Let's see if you can imitate my handwriting."

It seems that what he wrote is just a paragraph, the kind that has no meaning.

Xu Zishan blushed, couldn't help laughing and said, "It's not romantic at all."

"I just scribbled. Do you think I wrote love letters to you? I don't write sour love, love!"

"Big Boss!"

"Rough? Love is not spoken, it is made!"

Surrender surrender!Stop now.

Looking down at his handwriting carefully, the handwriting is really good, in italics, it seems to have some skills.

"Didn't you say that you haven't studied hard since the fifth grade? Your handwriting is so good?" Xu Zishan praised sincerely.

"I grew up with my grandma when I was a child. I practiced calligraphy with my grandparents when I was three years old. The Cheng family also often went to play. My grandfather and uncle are everyone. They took us to practice specially. We had the basics, but we lost them later. "Han Xinghui still has some regrets. Back then, he was against Han Chongjin and wasted time.

He didn't want to mention Han Chongjin, so Xu Zishan didn't say any more, picked up a pen, took another piece of paper, first wrote what he wrote, and then wrote a poem about horses.

After finishing writing, ask him to read: "Does it look like it?"

Han Xinghui was shocked when he saw it, the words were written by himself!
"Are you Maxima or Bole?"

"What do you say?"

He saw that her handwriting had both spirit and shape, enough to confuse the fake with the real, and he was happy, so he lifted Xu Zishan up: "You are my real Maxima."

Roll, why are these words so awkward!

Xu Zishan had to go to class during the day, and Han Xinghui sent her back to school, then rode a motorcycle to Baodu City, and came back after 8 o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he came back, he went straight to Xu Zishan's yard.

Xu Zishan's space was never short of food. Half a pot of rice, three dishes and one soup came out.

Seeing the seriousness of the two, Xu Minghe took Ge Lei and Wei Hongbo to finish their homework, and went to Master Xie's house together.

Han Xinghui closed the outer door and the main room door, handed her a piece of paper with several passages on it, and asked her to write it down in imitation of Xu Ziyi's handwriting.

Xu Zishan took the manuscript paper he provided, copied down those words one by one, and handed them to Han Xinghui.

She thought about it, since she wanted to cheat the other party, she should cheat more decently.

They also took out two strips of coarse cloth, one with the words "October 10th, Lancheng Earthquake" and the other with "October 14th, the execution was robbed and out of danger".

"Prophecy", absolutely Xu Ziyi's handwriting.

"People can rob her on October 10, but the earthquake on the 10th is nonsense, right?" If there is no earthquake on the 14th, Li Fengzhi and her subordinates are not fools, and they will not believe other "prophecies".

"There will be an earthquake on the 14th, do you believe me?" Xu Zishan looked at Han Xinghui seriously.

If another person told Han Xinghui that, he would definitely not believe it at all, but when Xu Zishan said that, he nodded, "I believe you."

He planned to persuade other people to give this "prophecy" to Li Fengzhi.

If there is an earthquake, the following plans will be perfectly implemented. If there is no earthquake on the 14th, then he has seriously violated discipline.

The lightest punishment is indefinite... He has no complaints.

Putting away the "Xu Ziyi's Prophecy" note and cloth, Han Xinghui took out two notebooks that are common in the office and handed them to her.

Xu Zishan flipped through the two notebooks, which were the meeting minutes of two people.

On the title page, she saw two famous names, one of which was Li Fengzhi.

She understood, this is to dig a big hole, catch the thief and the king, and catch them all.

Then you have to be very careful.

In an instant, the two turned into the simulated yard of the isolation gate.

Originally imitating Xu Ziyi and Han Xinghui's handwriting was easy, because they had written with her pen, and the pen already had the "memory" of their handwriting

But the handwriting in the notebook, her pen has no memory.

Trace red can only be similar in shape, the strength of the wrist determines the depth of the characters, otherwise at most the shape can be similar, but the spirit cannot be achieved.

What's more, it is not possible to do it in a short time if it is necessary to achieve similarity in red drawing or copying.

If Xu Zishan wanted to help Han Xinghui, he had to be "completely consistent", because this was a big deal that would kill his head.

In her previous life, she never paid attention to Han Chongjin's heirs at all. She only knew about Han Chongjin, Cheng Yanqiu, and Han Xingyu, and there was no record about "Han Xinghui" at all.

According to Xu Ziyi's prophecy and his dream, Han Xinghui should have died at sea, and Han Chongjin didn't like his youngest son, so he was quietly submerged in the torrent of history? ?
She was very afraid that Han Xinghui would be "disappeared" in this life!
"The system, how can it quickly and completely imitate the handwriting on the notebook?"

[Ding ~ Please use the flattering Raiders judge pen within 10 minutes to host]

Judge's Pen?
When she saw a pen in the space pen container, she used it, but she didn't expect it to be the famous judge's pen!
How did it come to her space?

Xu Zishan held the pen in his hand and looked up and down with great interest, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile into the crooked moon, and the eight small white teeth were shining under the lamp.

Han Xinghui looked at her staring at the pen in her hand and giggled, without interrupting her, thinking that she thought of something funny, he rested his chin on his hand, admiring someone's stupidity.

In front of Han Xinghui, Xu Zishan foolishly said to the judge's pen, "I've seen all kinds of pens, soft pens, hard pens, long ones, short ones... none of them are even ten thousandth as good as yours. You are not an ordinary pen, you are a magic pen!"

How can I, Xu Zishan, be able to get help from a judge's pen? !

Seeing her seriousness, Han Xinghui thought it was funny. He had heard of sycophants, but this was the first time he saw a sycophant.

"Shanbao, let's not write anymore, don't make it difficult." He even flattered a pen, let's see how difficult it is for the baby!
The judge's pen suddenly vibrated slightly and then returned to silence.

[Ding~ The task is completed, the judge pen will be automatically upgraded, and the functions of scanning, storage and memory will be rewarded]

She couldn't help feeling Oye in her heart, and said: "System, you are omnipotent. Fortunately, with you, I don't panic or fear."

[The system received praise and rewarded two military thorns]