Steal The Wind But Not The Moon [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 66

Xiang Mingzhang couldn't distinguish the handwriting on the newspaper at all, he could only hear Chu Shichen's words were true, and his voice was in his ears. He didn't need to raise his arms, but he uttered words like a drum, and his heart beat wildly along with it.

After Chu Zhichen finished reading, he stepped closer to the old newspaper. He reached out to touch it, fearing that the paper would be brittle and the residue would fall off, and the light traces of ink would disappear. His movements were so light and slow that he forgot that there was a layer of glass between his palms.

Xiang Mingzhang had never seen Chu Zhichen like this before. He was fascinated by the Tao, his eyes were full of piousness, as if he was not looking at a newspaper, but a enlightened god and Buddha.

He wanted to call Chu Zhichen, but stopped opening his mouth, and suddenly understood that sentence... he dared not speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly beings.

Chu Zhichen's fingertips caressed every word on the announcement. When he wrote it, he was already a widow.

The last time I read this bulletin was on the ship that was safely transferred, and then the storm came, and his old things were drowned at sea, and with him, the half-life that was permanently erased.

At this moment, Chu Zhichen had just completed the bank analysis report, and the vast amount of data was overwhelmed in his mind, and he pieced together a history of the development of the banking industry.

The old wish is fulfilled, and I am fortunate to experience it.

Chu Zhichen withdrew his hand, stepped back half a step, raised his neck and let out a long sigh.

Xiang Mingzhang's taste is difficult to understand, he has witnessed Chu Zhichen's shock, sadness, and the sudden and unrestrained suddenness at that moment just now, with surging questions stuck in his chest, wrapping his beating heart.

After a while, Chu Zhichen regained his composure, and the empty exhibition hall echoed, and he said solemnly: "I lost my composure."

Xiang Mingzhang only felt fresh, and asked cautiously: "Because of this announcement?"

Chu Zhichen boasted blushingly: "This announcement is very moving, at least it touches me."

Xiang Mingzhang changed his mind. The announcement was published in 1945, which coincided with the closing time of the bank in the data. Shen Zuorun had passed away at that time. Who would make the announcement?

Could it be the bank president who left no information in the last four years?

Xiang Mingzhang looked at the signature at the end of the announcement, only "Fuhua Bank", he said disappointedly: "The writing is so moving, but it's a pity that there is no signature."

Chu Zhichen subconsciously said, "Yes."

Xiang Mingzhang said: "I mean the author who wrote it."

Chu Zhichen's eyes drifted to Liu Zongyuan's poem, and he changed his words and said: "Since it is an announcement, probably only the name of the bank is enough."

"No." Xiang Mingzhang retorted, "'I pray for the prosperity of the country and the people's peace' is in a personal tone. Why didn't the person who wrote the announcement leave his name."

Chu Zhichen said in a daze, "Maybe he has a compelling reason."

Xiang Mingzhang watched Chu Zhichen's expression and didn't continue talking. He picked up the bag that fell on the ground and said, "Let's go, let's go shopping elsewhere."