Tang Zhun carefully coaxed Chen Jiayu, and even he felt numb and said it with shameless words. It took more than ten minutes before Chen Jiayu became happy, as if he had let go of his worries.

Tang Zhun kissed her on the cheek before laughing, "Husband, you are so amazing. You earned 50,000 in two days. Ha, I think I won't open a clothing store in the future, I'll polish you ink."

Tang Zhun laughed and clapped her hands, "By the way, do you want to tell us about this big thing?"

"I went back a few days ago and said I was traveling in Nanluo Province for a few days. Sometimes I didn't have time to buy a train ticket and took a taxi. My mother scolded me. Now let her see how powerful my husband is."

...

"Tell me, it's okay, I'm afraid they won't accept it for the moment."

Tang Zhun definitely responded that this was a more reasonable wealth plan. Even if his parents were hit for a while, they could accept it after a certain period of time. Why did he only sell 30,000 yuan instead of 100,000 yuan or more just now?

In the domestic calligraphy world and Chinese painting world, each character and painting sells 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. If you go too much, each province can get a hand. It is not uncommon for some new calligraphy and paintings in the painting world to sell 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. It is not surprising that small famous writers write casually and write 100,000 yuan or hundreds of thousands of yuan at the peak.

Not to mention the national-wide masters of calligraphy and painting.

Money is not a measure of value, but selling less money can be accepted by people around you at the beginning.

"Then I'll call." Chen Jiayu was very happy.

After a while, Tang Zhun listened to the father's question across the phone with laughter and cry, and kept responding, "It's true, Jiayu didn't lie to you, I'm inexplicable. I didn't expect the things I wrote to be sold for money."

"No, you let me go. You are my son. I definitely won't doubt your excellence. However, what you learned in college is not related to calligraphy, right? After graduation, my first job was to be an Internet cafe for three months, my second job was to be a business manager in a small advertising company, my third job was to be a telecom operator on a recruitment website, and my fourth job..."

Tang Zhun has been graduating for seven or eight years, and suddenly he was a little stunned when he listened to his father's serious revelation.

Tang Huaizheng was even more distorted, "Look, what job can be related to a calligrapher since you went to school? Why did you become a calligrapher? Or did you sell dozens of characters in two days, 50,000? An average of two or three thousand yuan per pair? Are you teasing me?"

This time, there was too much surprise in his tone, incredible, and that strange feeling made Tang Zhun entertain, "Dad, you are right, but I have been in junior high school and high school for so many years, and I have been writing well in the pen. You should know?"

"This is really impressive. It looks pretty good, but any school can catch a bunch of them?" Tang Huaizheng almost screamed.

"Okay, that may be because the person who bought my calligraphy is wrong... I just read the novel for more than ten years and wanted to try writing it. Jiayu kept saying that I wrote it well, saying that I would be popular, and I joked that if it is published, I had to practice signatures in advance."

Tang Zhun explained again, and this explanation also made Tang Huaizheng silent.

After a long time, Tang Huaizheng said, "Haha, you should practice your signature and practice. Maybe you should develop in the calligraphy world by nature. But you didn't understand it before and accidentally bumped into it. You should not miss it. Practice hard, if you can become a glorious family..."

After the initial unacceptable and the stimulation was too great, Tang Huaizheng thought slowly and really felt that although this was mysterious, it was not unacceptable.

Tang Zhun was in school for so many years.

The facts that everyone knows at home for more than ten years are reasonable and reasonable. He also doesn’t understand the artistic nature of calligraphy, but it is nothing more than people who pour their emotions and life insights when writing. Tang Zhun is now 31 years old, and by the fifth month of the lunar calendar, he is 31 years old, and the 32 years old is empty.

Having a certain degree of life experience and having more than ten years of student life, isn’t it really amazing to have a good handwriting, but what created your own style?

On average, two or three thousand yuan per copy? Before talking to Tang Zhun, he also checked the Internet. The value of calligraphy and paintings of a truly super famous artist is far more than countless times that of two or three thousand yuan per copy.

After cushioning for a while, he began to encourage him excitedly and happily, "Don't go to work in the future. You can practice calligraphy with peace of mind. How great is this, haha~"

Tang Zhun still laughed, and joked with his father on his phone for a while. When he put away his phone, Chen Jiayu also came from outside with two bottles of drinks, stuffed Tang Zhun a bottle, and continued to make a call.

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Just as the two of them were busy, a knock on the door suddenly sounded. After Tang Zhun turned around, he saw a young woman in her thirties with a beautiful face slightly worse than Chen Jiayu, and her figure was enchanting and hot, and she was extremely outstanding.

"Boss Tang? I am Xu Yanru from Mingshi men's clothing next door."

The young woman came over and looked at Tang Zhun several times before reaching out to introduce her. After shaking hands briefly, Xu Yanru also said in surprise, "Boss Tang, yesterday Zhao Junxing from Dongsheng Express in our provincial capital, really bought more than a dozen useless characters for 20,000 yuan?"

Today, the grandson of the Zhao family left was very calm. Yesterday was different. When they left the store, the beautiful girl with Zhao Junxing was exclaiming that she bought more than a dozen pieces of waste paper for 20,000 yuan. Are you crazy or stupid? So many customers and shop owners at that time knew that the customer was very mobile, but since Xu Yanru was the owner of the clothing store next door, she...

Tang Zhun nodded, and Xu Yanru stared straight, "Awesome, amazing, I didn't expect that my new neighbor would be a calligrapher, it's so honorable."

"I saw them coming again just now, Zhao Weisheng came too. Before leaving, he was holding a letter and a garbage bag. Did Mr. Tang sell a lot of names again?"

This time Tang Zhun just smiled and was kind.

"Mr. Tang, can you let me see your words?" Xu Yanru's eyes lit up, and she was already staring at the counter without waiting for a response.

Tang Zhun had no time to write again. He refused politely. Xu Yanru didn't mind, but smiled and said, "My shop is next to you, and from now on, it will be neighbors, all of them are men's clothing. When will Mr. Tang lacks clothes, go directly to me to get it. I will give it to you for free, and I will share the artist's style."

Well, this is the flattery of businessmen, and you can't take it seriously.

After Tang Zhun and Chen Jiayu continued to be polite, someone came again. A man and a woman came in. The owner of the clothing store opposite them was also surprised to say that an artist actually came across the clothing mall...

After the second wave came, the store chatted for a while and just saw it off, and then it came again.

Tang Zhun was a little helpless, but after thinking about it, he still politely made things with Chen Jiayu. After all, these are Chen Jiayu's neighbors in the future, and since the neighbors are willing to know each other, there is no need for him to be too cold and make the atmosphere stiff.

A polite social engagement can be at most one or two days, which is not a difficult task.
Chapter completed!