A 00-year-old man meets online love in person. I am really a post-XNUMXs

Chapter 37 Is this world crazy?
But at this moment, a Huya ID user named "奇珍异宝阁江西驚紀" began to reward with rockets.

There are 10 of them at once.

Yun Feifei stared blankly at the tip reminder, then complained, "I say, you rich people, can you have some logic in tipping? I haven't even sung or danced yet, and you're firing ten rockets at me when I don't agree with you? What were you doing before?"

Yun Feifei just finished speaking.

Then I saw this user swiping rockets again.

I swiped more than thirty of them in one breath.

"Fuck, who is this? So fierce?"

"Still brushing?"

"Fifty rockets!"

"Seventy!"

"Wow, 100 rockets?"

“Are you still brushing?”

“Why does this ID look so familiar to me?”

“Isn’t this one of the top ten antique brand companies in the country?”

“Still brushing”

Finally, this user started to post comments: I’m sorry, this is my first time doing live streaming, my hands are a bit clumsy, I don’t know if I can send 500 rockets at once, I’ll send 500 rockets first and then type!
"?????"

"Five hundred? Holy shit!"

“Is this one million?”

Zhao Xiaoguang's second-generation rich friend shouted, "Brother Zhao, someone is trying to steal your love, why don't you come over and take a look?"

Zhao Xiaoguang has already seen it.

A bit blinded at the moment.

"Is this the prince of the Pavilion of Rare Treasures? What exactly is he going to do?" Zhao Xiaoguang suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

"How would I know? It just started for no apparent reason!" said Zhao Xiaoguang's friend.

In the live broadcast room, the five hundred rockets were finally sent out. Yun Feifei was still waiting curiously. What would this person type after he finished sending out the rockets?
Maybe he types very slowly, and it took a long time for this person to send the message.

"Host, it was so hard to find you yesterday. I waited for you for a whole day. Finally, the show started! This money is to return to the old man. It was the money for buying the brush yesterday!"

Yun Feifei suddenly remembered, but immediately said, "You are from an antique shop, right? But why are you returning the money to us? Aren't you selling things? It's reasonable for us to buy things, or do you want us to return the goods? And this brush is only 100 or yuan, why did you spend million yuan?"

"????"

"Do you listen to what I'm saying?"

"Only six or seven hundred thousand?"

"What the hell, what kind of brush is that? Let me take a look. Six or seven hundred thousand?"

Pavilion of Rare and Exotic Treasures: It’s your fault that I didn’t explain things clearly. We are not asking you to return the brush. This is what my grandfather meant. He said that he and the old man hit it off right away, so the brush should be considered a gift to him and he deserves it. As for the extra money, we have an unreasonable request!

Yun Feifei frowned slightly and said, "Tell me what you want to say? I'll try my best to help you if I can!"

Treasure Pavilion: Is the old man going to have a masterpiece next? Can we have the right of first refusal? Of course, the purchase price will be calculated separately, without discount. What I mean is, I just want a right of first refusal!

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"????"

"??????"

The question mark without quotation marks is above Yun Feifei’s head.

The question mark with quotation marks is above the heads of the audience in the live broadcast room.

What is all this?
Mars hit the Earth?

And right of first refusal?

Are you sure this refers to the old man's work, and not the work of some famous domestic artist?

Yun Feifei was almost crying but had no tears. She smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what my ancestor wants to do, and he doesn't have any other masterpieces. How about I return the money to you privately?"

Pavilion of Rare and Exotic Treasures: That’s not necessary. Just consider it as making friends. Can I change the conditions?

Yun Feifei said, "Except for buying my ancestor's calligraphy and paintings, everything else is fine. After all, although I don't know the quality of my ancestor's calligraphy and paintings, they are definitely not worth much money. I can't just cheat people, right?"

What is Yun Feifei thinking?
Isn't this a gift in disguise?
Yun Feifei watched a TV series, but she forgot the name, but it was probably from the Qing Dynasty.

correct?

Li Wei is an official? It seems that there is a Yangzhou prefect among them?
He doesn't charge money.

But those wealthy businessmen paid high prices for his handwriting, saying that it was well written?
These people wouldn’t have this kind of mentality, right?

Pavilion of Rare Treasures: My request is that I want to take a closer look at the old man. Is it possible?
"Fuck, this works!"

“I want this request too!”

"Yes, the old man is writing, so you should live broadcast it from a close distance. The current perspective is too far away!"

"Hurry up, the old man will start writing soon!"

Yun Feifei thought about it and felt that this request was not excessive.

Anyway, our ancestors were very casual about live streaming.

I won't be unhappy at all.

"Okay then, I'll move the camera closer so you can enjoy it yourself. I'll go change my clothes!" Yun Feifei made the decision happily. She still had to go to the Du family for dinner in the afternoon.

“Fuck, why do I feel like the host is going to run away?”

"Why, these millions of people can't keep you?"

"This is too much. Where can I find such a host?"

"Stop complaining, let her change, we'll just watch the old man!"

Yun Feifei turned on the live broadcast through the camera mode of her mobile phone.

Then he placed the phone on the long wooden table where Yun Mo was writing.

This time.

Netizens can clearly see Yun Mo's appearance from a close distance.

He was wearing a long robe today and had flowing white hair and a beard.

At such a close distance, Yun Mo's elegant and refined demeanor is even more evident.

"Fuck, the old man looks so ethereal, as if he is isolated from the world!"

"Brother, whoever wears a Qing Dynasty or Republic of China robe seems to be isolated from the world, right?"

"This is different. The old man really has the feeling of a hermit!"

"The old man is quite good-looking. It can be seen that he must have been very handsome when he was young!"

"The grey robe is plain, but it gives people a sense of being untainted by the muddy world. It's like some people, no matter what they wear, they can't hide their aristocratic aura!"

"I noticed that too!"

"Did you notice that the anchor really ran away?"

"Never mind her, it's more important to look after the old man!"

Under the camera, Yun Mo took a sip of tea, while Su Tianchao on the side was sorting out the rice paper and taking out a brush.

"Grandpa, it seems like the old man is about to start writing! Come quickly and take a look!" The prince of the Pavilion of Rare Treasures, holding a mobile phone, shouted to an old man.

The old man immediately stood up and trotted over to his grandson's side, looking at his cell phone.

In the camera, Su Tianchao is holding an antique brush from the early Qing Dynasty that was sold by their antique shop.

"Is this the brush that costs six or seven hundred thousand?"

"It's just a brush. I can't see anything special about it!"

"Does the words written with expensive brushes look better?"

"I don't know, but expensive cars are easier to drive and expensive beef tastes better!"

"That car can't fly, can it? No matter how delicious beef is, it's not a magic pill. No matter how expensive it is, it can't escape its essential function!"

"Makes sense!"

"So you should marry Sister Feng tomorrow. After all, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't escape her essential role, right?"

"Hahaha, they are all logical geniuses!"

In the camera, Su Tianchao took out the rice paper. He was a little flustered. Yun Mo said, "Put it down. I'll do it myself!"

Su Tianchao touched his head awkwardly, "Grandpa, I don't usually touch the four treasures of the study. Sorry, I'm sorry!"

Yun Mo didn't say anything, he just took out a piece of rice paper, and then pressed it down, and the rolled up rice paper was neatly spread on the table.

(End of this chapter)