Zhong Yue looked back and saw a middle-aged man wearing a string of incense beads hanging on his chest, and the two stone balls on his hands were playing well. He was wearing a short-sleeved Tang suit and tied neatly to the top of his neck. Look at his outfit, he looked like a man of ancient times.

Lao Cai looked at the letter in his hand, "Little Young Master, I saw that the ink treasures left in the study that day were yours for the test paper. It was not bad. I learned from Jinnong's lacquer books and wrote them with spirit and form. Now fewer and fewer people can stand the temperament and learn calligraphy. Why do you have ten years of skill in your hand lacquer books? You are practicing good skills."

People who practice calligraphy since childhood have been practicing writing for decades are not a few. Writing is also a habit. Some great calligraphers have started practicing calligraphy since childhood and gradually developed good habits of using brush and ink. This is "Boy's Fight".

But nowadays, writing is written with pencils, so there is no such thing as this. If you have a good handwriting, you can only take three months to practice it.

Zhong Yue smiled and said nothing.

"Boss, help me frame it."

"Don't hurry, no hurry." The middle-aged man was wearing gold teeth, and the two health balls in his hand were behind his back. "Did you write this word?"

The middle-aged man looked around and Lao Cai, who was standing beside him, also raised his hands sore and returned them to Zhong Yue.

"Yes, I wrote it."

"Tsk tsk, it's not bad to write. But the person who wrote this book is young and has not enough skill in writing. He insists on pretending to be a master of his generation and using some dry pens is a bit clever. Well, it looks quite festive and can be sold to me. I will take it home and give it to the old man at home for fun."

Old Cai, who was beside him, snorted lightly, and then smiled and stopped talking.

Zhong Yue still smiled, "Then how much are you going to pay?"

"Well, this level is only a barely powerful thing to give to others in the Youth Palace, posting Spring Festival couplets and writing the word "Fu" level. But I think it's not easy for you to dress up. I'll give you a hundred yuan, enough for you to buy some paper and pen to practice hard. How about it?"

Zhong Yuepi said with a smile: "Boss, do you have the kind of scissors for cutting paper here? Yes, the big scissors with a foot-long blade."

"Yes, what are you going to do?"

"I want to cut off this gentleman's dog head."

Old Caitou, who was standing beside him, smiled knowingly. It is a good thing for a young man to have a personality. This guy costs 100 yuan, which is clearly an insult to people and wants to get a bargain.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, "Hey, comrade, don't be ignorant of being polite, you don't know how high the world is. One hundred yuan is already worthy of your work. You can ask all over the streets, how many people who write better than you are, in Yumu Square, there are twenty-one characters selling words."

"I was originally thinking that you didn't have enough pen skills and pretended to use dry pens in a mature manner, I was already thinking about shutting up, just to see what price you offered. If the price you offered is consistent with my wishes, it would be fine if you asked you to criticize me. It's a pity that the price you offered is not enough to criticize me."

"You! What's your attitude? You can't tell me if you don't have a good word?"

Zhong Yue sneered, "Boss, what is the price for a four-foot chandelier like this, which is the wooden frame on the top?"

"If this is the backing paper inside, it will be about five hundred."

Zhong Yue smiled and looked at the 25 who pretended to understand, "I heard it, 500 yuan. I spent 500 yuan to frame this work, but I lacked the 100 yuan of flowers for you? I didn't understand anything, and I pretended to understand very well. Who said that young people can't use dry pens?

This is a very common brushwork in calligraphy. What you want is the flying white effect. If you don’t know how to talk nonsense, I just laugh it off, but I still want to make a bargain?"

The pretender's little thought was made by Zhong Yue's words, and his face became even more ugly. He glanced at him and pretended to be calm: "Nothing is said and said, "I'm talking nonsense. I'm full of vulgar words. The country people are of low quality! Boss Pang, if you have such a buyer in your study, you will be waiting to close the door sooner or later."

Pang Li clapped his hands and said lightly: "Open the door to do business, Brother Huang has made his younger brother a few business."

"You... don't swear!"

As he said that, he slipped away in a dusty state.

"Boss is sorry, I can't control my emotions just now, and it's delayed your business."

Boss Pang smiled and said, "It's okay. This person is very annoying. He always comes to buy some small things, and his mouth is very broken. He is a guest when he comes in. I can't say anything. Some guests are very annoying to people like him. I have encountered several encounters for two or three times, but now he doesn't dare to come to me. He is too ungrateful."

"Haha, the young man is pretty good, Cai Chimi, let me know you."

Zhong Yue shook hands with the old man, "Hello, my name is Zhong Yue, hello Mr. Cai."

"I am also an old friend of Boss Pang. This Huang Jun is quite annoying, but he is a city calligraphy enthusiast. He often gathers to write and write. He doesn't look down. He says he doesn't want to be face, but we still have to be face, so he lets him go. I feel much more happy when I hear you scold me just now."

The boss of Bizhai said: "You said you wanted to frame it before, and you can see what kind of paper you use. My name is Pang Li, and this is my business card. If you need any four treasures in the study in the future, just call me." Most people, Pang Li doesn't give a business card, but this young man in ordinary clothes gives him too much incredible.

Zhong Yue flipped through the backing paper, but he didn't know much about the color matching and pattern of mounting, so he handed it back to Pang Li, saying, "Boss Pang, please help me choose one of this. It's for me to give it to others. Try to frame it more delicately."

"Okay, no problem."

Boss Pang glanced at Ye An who was standing quietly beside him and asked, "This gentleman is..."

"I'll wait for him."

"Oh..." I was shocked again. What was this young man's background? He was dressed so badly... simple, and his feelings were like playing a pig and eating a tiger.

Pang Li came back to his senses and said, "Then I will get it later in one week, and the deposit is 400. I am afraid that some employers will frame it, so I don't want it again." He issued an invoice and handed the attached ticket to Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue paid the money and asked, "Oh, Boss Pang, is it feasible to lend your bookstore?"

Pang Li was stunned and nodded, "Of course, can you do it, do you need to provide any pen and ink?"

Zhong Yue shook the plastic bag in his hand and smiled and said, "I'm bringing them all, just a piece of raw rice dumplings is enough."

"This, Zhong Yue, I have a heartless invitation. Can I watch it? Of course, it doesn't matter if you refuse." Cai Chimi said embarrassedly, "I am following the way of calligraphy. In recent years, I have become obsessed with calligraphy. I feel that stele learning is more charming, but I have been unable to find the way. At this age, I feel a little embarrassed to become a disciple. Jin Nong's lacquer calligraphy is also a master of Han Li stele learning. I wonder if I can let me observe one or two?"

Zhong Yue smiled embarrassedly, "I'm so embarrassed. Mr. Cai, it may not work today. Another day, another day is feasible?"

Cai Chimi thought Zhong Yue was perfunctory, so she could only force a smile, "It doesn't matter."

Zhong Yue smiled embarrassedly and walked into the small study behind him.

It’s not that he is stingy or that he is not afraid of Lao Cai’s secret brushwork. It’s that Zhong Yue really has something to do this time, so he can’t let people watch.

Grinding, paperweight, Zhong Yue closed his eyes, and logged into the system.

The system prompt sounded: "Does 1:1 holographic projection be turned on?"

“Open.”

When Zhong Yue opened his eyes, he looked down and saw that there were already four virtual lacquer books on the rice paper.

The font is vigorous and powerful, like a sunken boat and a slanting oar, standing across the river without storm.
Chapter completed!