On the second floor of Minghui Fashion City, as soon as Tang Zhun came out, Chen Jiayu waved his hand excitedly, "Husband, don't move, hurry up and practice calligraphy. Just pretend to be this sign, Xu Lu and I can just watch it."

"Great calligrapher, if you write a waste manuscript for half a day, you can pay half a year of salary. Don't come to help, we can do it." Xu Lu also giggled and joked.

Tang Zhun's face turned slightly dark, rolled his eyes before continuing to move forward, took the signboard he had just sent from the two of them and went to clean up by himself.

Of course, the people who delivered the door signs were there, and they didn't need their big work. After a while, the sign was ready, Chen Jiayu excitedly bid farewell to the staff and walked back to the shop and happily circled around, "Is the tax registration certificate coming out soon?"

"Xu Lu and I have seen it almost the same. We can purchase goods at any time and open the business soon, haha, but don't be confused by my husband, I'm a women's clothing store."

The shop is basically in charge of Chen Jiayu. Tang Zhun doesn’t understand the specific bargaining and other things. He just... If he is alone in the shop, he doesn’t have much time to leave a day, so he comes to sit and reduce the burden on Chen Jiayu.

Whether Tang Zhun practices calligraphy or writes scripts, it is the same at home or in a store.

As for you, you say you want to hire employees? The store is too small and not worth hiring employees. A best friend like Xu Lu can help occasionally, but doing business together can easily cause some conflicts in friendships due to money and work relationships.

Tang Zhun didn't care about Xiao Qian and said he wanted Xu Lu, but Chen Jiayu and both disagreed with this.

"Tang Zhun, keep going, don't worry about us. You have to write well. Our shop doesn't expect to start making money. It's good if you don't lose money. It's all up to you in the past few months." Xu Lu also walked to the counter at this time and pushed Tang Zhun to the counter. "However, yesterday's funny guy said he bought those words and showed it to his grandfather. His grandfather is a real calligrapher, or from the Provincial Calligraphers Association. That funny guy doesn't understand... He wouldn't be scolded by his grandfather after he went back and then came to you to return the goods?"

Xu Lu was quite curious. Until now, she didn't believe that writing casually could be sold for so much money. Tang Zhun didn't answer in her words, with a hint of strangeness on her face and looked at the door of the store behind Xu Lu.

Chen Jiayu burst out laughing, and after laughing, he hurried to Tang Zhun's side, a little nervous.

When Xu Lu turned around, her face turned red. She was standing at the door at the moment, with an awkward look on her face. There was an old man in Tang suit behind the funny guy, with a strong aura and a feeling of being daunting at first glance.

"I, I'm not talking about you..."

He spoke with a blushing face and helplessness. Zhao Junxing, who was standing at the door, glanced at Tang Zhun in surprise, and then tried to squeeze out a smile similar to yesterday. "Brother Tang, hello, sister-in-law, I bought those words yesterday and went home to show my grandfather. The old man admired the five-body body... He said that you are definitely the existence of the new calligraphy sect, so he came here to take a look."

With a trembling voice, Zhao Junxing turned around and introduced, "This is my grandfather."

"Hello, Mr. Tang, I am Zhao Weisheng, the chairman of Dongsheng Express." The old man floated under his feet, walked over and greeted him seriously and politely, introduced himself, and handed over a business card.

When I shook hands with Tang Zhun and the business card was placed on the front desk, Zhao Weisheng took out a notebook from his arms, "I heard that the tax registration certificate for your store is still being processed. It just so happened that I was friends with Director Yang of the Municipal Taxation Bureau. When I came, I also sent this to you."

After saying this, he was afraid that Tang Zhun would be dissatisfied with it, and then looked at Chen Jiayu and the two women. He said, "I am a person who has always loved calligraphy. Before doing business, I was a middle school teacher, but I didn't give up my hobbies. For the master of calligraphy who can establish sects, even if you haven't reached that level yet... I took the liberty to disturb me, and I hope Mr. Tang will not be surprised."

The Zhao family's grandson is too low. This is also a low attitude. In addition, he knows the director of the Provincial Urban Taxation Bureau and takes the ID?

Chen Jiayu and the other two were obviously scared, and both looked at Tang Zhun without saying anything, feeling a little at a loss.

"It's like this. Mr. Tang's calligraphy is still far from historic masters or modern masters when it comes to artistry and depth, but its importance is not here. In our thousands of years of history, there are only a few major categories of calligraphy in total, which can present the trend of starting a sect. Even if it is a trend that has not become a master, it is already a big event that can make a sensation. It may still be a bit far away now, but Mr. Tang is still so young,..."

...

This was specially explained to Chen Jiayu and his two women. He asked everything Zhao Junxing and Tang Zhun met many times yesterday, knowing that the two women were unaware of it. If they had known it, how could they be so excited that "a pile of waste paper" could sell for 20,000 yuan?

The mysterious and inexplicable power contained in those few pieces of paper is definitely far more than 20,000 yuan.

Mr. Tang didn't let the other side know, so a person like him naturally knew what to do.

As he explained, he suddenly saw a few more pieces of paper in the trash can behind the counter next to Tang Zhun? There were also words written on the calligraphy and painting paper placed on the counter of Tang Zhun?

Zhao Weisheng stopped talking, full of heat, looking at the trash can with a slight trembling.

Facing such a treasure that cannot be described in words, how could he remain calm? Even if the treasure in his mind is just something that others write and discard it casually, for an ordinary person like him, it is a treasure.

Zhao Weisheng's status and status do not care about the face and small money that can be won in luck, but he knows that luck does not only appear in money.

A rich man worth tens of millions will not care about tens of thousands of dollars, but luck... who doesn't want to have good luck?

Last night, I didn’t win much money by stone scissors and cloth. I won tens of thousands of mahjong in one morning. Two pieces of paper bought by Zhao Junxing have broken. Now only one piece is left, which is packed in a cloth bag by Zhao Weisheng as a treasure, and placed close to his chest.

Now, there are still seven or eight groups in the trash can? He was so excited that he forgot what he was doing before and was full of desire for the trash can.

Chen Jiayu and Xu Lu looked at each other, and waited for a half-minute but didn't see him talking before looking at Zhao Junxing quietly, "Are you here to refund the money?"

With a swish, Zhao Junxing almost fell down and refunded the money? What are you kidding?

"Of course not. Art is priceless and difficult to measure with value. Just like the porcelain, calligraphy and paintings that are sold at auctions at tens of millions or hundreds of millions of yuan. Are those porcelains, calligraphy and paintings that can be eaten as food? That is art..."

"Mr. Tang's calligraphy is not as artistic as that, but there are trends and signs. In this way, various famous artists are not only famous works, but their peak works have infinite artistic charm. They are learning and exploring, showing their growth step by step, and also contain amazing value. We are happy to see the hunting and think that Mr. Tang will definitely become a master in the next 20 or 30 years, so that he will be so eager for these fonts that witnessed his growth."

"His words are no longer simple Chinese characters, but contain life, including Mr. Tang's memories, experiences, hardships, etc. over the past 30 years, and writes artistic conception."

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As he spoke, he almost blew Tang Zhun's words to the sky. When Chen Jiayu and his two girls were dizzy, they saw the strangeness of Tang Zhun's eyes. Zhao Junxing stopped talking and shut up embarrassedly.
Chapter completed!