Zhang San on the phone apologized, "Fu, the font for the book title I wrote for you might not be usable anymore."
"What happened?"
"Ah," Zhang San sighed, "you see, he's a calligrapher. Wouldn't it be good for him to cultivate his mind and character? But he had to keep up with those in the entertainment industry, using drugs to enhance his artistic state. Now look what happened— he got arrested and became a notorious artist, and his name has been stricken from the writing world."
"Wow, this teacher must live in Chaoyang, right?"
"No, the people in Haidian are also impressive. You need to keep yourself clean, too~" Zhang San teased with a laugh, and then added, "Don't worry, we'll make him cough up the money."
"I'm not worried about the money; it's not much~"
"Wow, you're talking big now. Did you sell another copyright?"
