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Chapter 372 The situation in the printing altar

There is still chill in early spring.

The morning sun in Lin'an has not risen in the morning, and there is even a little thin ice near the shore. A few people who came from Huizhou are running in groups in the morning. Zhong Yue is used to getting up early, and as for the two people who are half-dead, they are almost staggering in a state of half-dream.

After running for a few kilometers, Zhong Yue had long been unable to see Ouyang Ming and Zhao Zhimin. When he returned the same way, he saw the two people who were already sleeping in the car.

"You two are really interesting?"

Ouyang Ming rubbed his eyes, "Brother Yue, I really admire you. He actually called us early in the morning to get up to practice in the morning!"

"Otherwise? What do you think you're going out early in the morning?"

Zhao Zhimin drooped his eyelids and said vaguely: "It's really curiosity that killed the baby..."

Zhong Yue took a sip of the soy milk he bought and said with a smile: "It's okay for Amin to be young. If you continue to develop like this, you will not be a baby. In another year or two, you will be in the middle-aged uncle's preparation ranks."

"Go to you." Zhao Zhimin grabbed two buns from the plastic bag and ate them.

Zhong Yue asked, "We have been to Lin'an for several days, but why haven't we seen Mr. Li visit friends?"

Zhao Zhimin wiped his glasses and said, "Master, he is the most unpopular type in this circle."

"What's the meaning?"

"The people in this circle are divided into different levels. We didn't see the old men of the Anhui Sect we met in Huizhou before? Do you know how much it costs for them to carve a seal for someone?"

“How much do you want?”

"It's tens of thousands." Zhao Zhimin raised his eyebrows.

Zhong Yue said, "So expensive? Mr. Li seems to have only one word for 600 yuan?"

"Master, this price is 600 per word, and the price has been priced twenty years ago. It has never increased in the past twenty years."

Zhong Yue was a little surprised. Now, it seems that 600 per word is acceptable, but if it were placed twenty years ago, these 600 yuan will be a sky-high price!

"It's been so long, Mr. Li hasn't thought about raising the price?"

Zhao Zhimin said: "I told my master several times that he wanted to raise the price. He always said that the price was familiar to the old customers and it was embarrassing to rise. He always kept the listing price. However, the listing and sealing are very unpopular in this circle. He Xu and those people are not as famous as the master, but they have a big temper. With Mao Jianghe's relationship, so the master has been clicking until he has no deep friendship."

"Is it wrong to list the printing and printing?" Zhong Yue was a little confused. "At that time, Qi Baishi was selling paintings with clear prices. It was still a cabbage and a shrimp that only painted them."

Zhao Zhimin said: "But some people don't think so. They think it's insulting to put on the sign and seal."

"Fart!" Ouyang Ming sat up while yawning, "This kind of introverted and slutty and hypocritical really deserves to be beaten."

Zhong Yue smiled and turned his head, "I'm awake, there's still one bun left."

"It's all cold!"

"If you don't eat it, you'll get it over."

Zhao Zhimin continued: "Publication and sealing are just a living meal. Now the master collects 600 per word, so he has long stopped making money. Instead, he is just asking for something to do. There are also the masters in the studio. Do you think it's really for money?

"It's because of this that Mr. Li doesn't like everyone in the seal hall?"

"Anyone who has labeled and sealed and clearly marked the price will end up like this. But I can understand it. Master is a real gentleman who is happy. At least the people who come to us who seek seals are happy. When they go to other places, they don't say anything, but there is no 5,000 yuan, so they won't let you pick up the seal at all. They are all a group of people who are despised."

Zhong Yue patted Zhao Zhimin on the shoulder and said, "Everyone has their own way of living." He did not advocate that all arts should be priced clearly. It can only be said that being a real person like Li Deming is also a kind of noble character.

...

...

At noon, Zhong Yue went to visit Qiu Wenzhen and invited Li Deming to go with him. The two old men talked together, and they talked about the fact that when they finished their meal, they smiled happily from time to time in the room, and they felt like they met too late. Zhong Yue looked at the invitations and VIP certificates and thought about how to promote the formation of the alliance in three days.

He contacted Liu Tong and Zhao Yongsheng and said that they would attend the Xiling Summit. However, they are not very senior seal scholars, just calligraphers and university professors. As special guests, it is naturally difficult to speak out. Zhong Yue thought about it for a long time and had to be strong himself. Now his seal processing level is still at a level that is neither high nor low. There is no representative work. In terms of fame, there is no need to talk about it. There is no such person as him in the seal world.

When treating seals, seal script is the foundation, and composition is the foundation. As for knife skills, it is a reflection of level. Now, when Zhong Yue's seal script and composition were first observed, his masterpiece learned the ancient charm of seal script, which was also considered an unexpected gain. As for knife skills, it was not very good.

It’s a pity that there is no knife technique in the system that can be directly improved, otherwise the sudden appearance of Zhong Yue’s seal will probably be even more dazzling. Now Zhong Yue’s seal is still on the paper, which is to draw seals with strokes. Regarding the layout and seal techniques, Li Deming commented that Zhong Yue is already very good. As for the knife, just as Qiu Wenzhen said, he wished he could chop off Zhong Yue’s fingers...

Zhong Yue, who was practicing basic skills with a carving knife outside, was very depressed. He was not a god, so how could he be able to be fully equipped? It was really hard to do it!

"Did! The main task of the system is updated, please check it in time."

Zhong Yue paused his hand. If it weren't for the long-lost sound, Zhong Yue would have almost forgotten the main task. It's been so long. After the task of using calligraphy to paint, there would be no further text on the main task. Zhong Yue didn't pay much attention to this during the Chinese New Year, and he actually forgot about this matter.

Seeing that the two old men in the room had not yet come out, he couldn't wait to enter the brushwork system to check the latest released main task.

[Organization Alliance]: Plan and organize a calligraphy and painting alliance to contribute to the revival of Chinese calligraphy and painting. The host can successfully organize and participate and receive special services in the system.

“…”

Special service? Why does it sound so yellow?

Just as Zhong Yue was thinking about problems in the brushwork system, two old men looking at the window were talking worriedly.

"Look, Ayue, a child, does have extraordinary talent for composition and seal script, but when he picks up the knife, he is like a mentally retarded. Look, he is dazed again!"

Li Deming nodded and said, "Brother Qiu, don't make too strict requirements. After all, no one can be perfect. Sword skills can be practiced, but the spirituality of the composition and seal script is hard to buy."

"But I get angry when I see him being so stupid..."

Zhong Yue didn't know that when he entered the system, he was misunderstood by two old men and became "polio" and was trembling there and couldn't get a knife.
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