Guanghua University's campus has exclusive parking spaces for employees. Except for teachers' cars that do not charge, other vehicles are charged every hour.

Cao Fan parked his car in the parking area of ​​the Business Management Department. Because he was late, the standard parking spaces were all occupied, so he could only park next to the road. Hengjing and Wu Xinyan got out of the car respectively. I sent the address and submission address to the group in the morning. You can sign up now. I can only help you get here."

"Come on. The two comrades who want to become the first calligrapher." Heng Jing was the first to make a supportive remark.

"Look at you, don't let us down." Qian Tongda said vently.

"Those who have ambition have achieved their goals. I'll go and write a letter to Gao Han in the world. Come on." Gan Xinling immediately sent a message to Gao Hantian.

"I bet 100 yuan for Gao Hantian, you can buy it quickly and make sure to leave." Tao Long really took out 100 yuan and put it on the table.

Cao Fan, Qian Tong and Nan Lingling, who were in class, saw this action at the same time, and it seemed that Qian Tong took it seriously.

"I also bet Gao Hantian for 100 yuan. I have seen the true brush skills of Zhang Hua and Cao Fan. To describe it in one word, it is terrible." Qian Tong, as Cao Fan and Zhang Hua's roommate and classmate, was cruel to destroy the situation.

"I bet Gao Hantian for 500 yuan." Liu Dage suddenly increased the price. She saw the message sent by Qian Tong and increased the bet amount.

"I bet Cao Fan for 500 yuan." Heng Jing undoubtedly supported Cao Fan.

"I bet Cao Fan for one thousand yuan." Wu Xinyan also supported Cao Fan, and for no reason, it was just that she told her intuition that she should support Cao Fan.

"I bet Gao Hantian for 500 yuan. I have seen him write, flowing and flowing, and he wrote it in one go. The words he wrote are very imposing and beautiful." Gan Xinling saw that Gao Hantian wrote calligraphy in the propaganda department, and she had the most say.

After reading this, Zhang Hua expressed his opinions, and none of them bet him to win. He couldn't help but have a plan: "I bet 10,000, Zhang Hua won."

"Believe yourself, that's fine."

"Show face."

"Awesome."

"Ten thousand yuan has entered our pockets."

"This is ten thousand yuan, rich people."

Seeing their attitude, Zhang Hua couldn't help but say in the group: "You will definitely lose."

"Tsk, you may lose badly." Gan Xinling replied.

"It's good to have confidence, but don't be blind." Wu Xinyan also didn't believe that Zhang Hua could win the calligraphy competition.

"It's really a lot of money to burn." Liu Dage was speechless.

"You have to cash in Zhang Hua, don't pay for it." Tao Long is most concerned about this topic.

"Awesome person, I don't think you have a good chance of winning." Tao Long was not optimistic about Zhang Hua either.

Cao Fan did not bet on himself or others, so he remained silent.

Just when everyone was still secretly happy about Zhang Hua's placing so much money, a message appeared completely bombarded everyone's views and cognition in the group, and for a moment, the group was silent and silent.

The message only has eight words, but it has endless magic and endless attraction, making people wonder if these words are all true?

If so, this bet will be interesting.

Those eight words are...

"I bet a million, Cao Fan wins."
Chapter completed!