This traveler only wants to choose the lowest difficulty

Chapter 110 Killing Chickens

In fact, without the shopkeeper's introduction, Wang Dong knew the origin of this set of ink ingots when he saw the inscriptions on both sides.After all, such a high art-related attribute point is not without effect.

The maker of this set of ink ingots is Wang Jinsheng, one of the four famous ink-making masters in the Qing Dynasty. First class.

Although Wang Dong didn't quite remember the specific auction price of Wang Jinsheng's works, there must have been several million. The moment he saw the ink stick, Wang Dong was [-]% sure that it was genuine. Before the shopkeeper finished his introduction, Wang Dong said, "I bought it."

The shopkeeper was taken aback, he was still ready to show off his eloquence, but he didn't expect Wang Dong to buy something worth more than 100 silver dollars?

Then I saw Wang Dong put his hands into his pocket with ease, took out a few tubes of silver dollars and threw them on the counter. Seeing this huge pile of money, the eyes of the shopkeeper and the shop assistant were all straightened, and they quickly counted them.

After ordering, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded, the money was real...he couldn't help but look at Wang Dong: who is this?Wearing shabby clothes, but walking around the streets with more than 100 silver dollars, not afraid of being robbed?
At this time, outside the South Paper Store, Wei San'er was also stunned.

Originally, when the black skin was pulled by Wei San to follow Wang Dong, he didn't take it seriously. He thought that Wei San just wanted to follow a poor scholar to find trouble. Hide at the door and watch.

But not long after, I saw that the scholar chose a set of ink and paid for it.

Then the two of them saw the scholar reach into his pocket, and took out a tube of silver dollars, two tubes of silver dollars, three tubes of silver dollars... The two of them stared at each other, their eyes straightened.

"Third...Third master, how much is that?"

Hei Pi asked, Wei San opened his mouth in a daze, staring at the money, his eyes were burning.

He could see that this scholar was strange, but he didn't expect this guy to carry so much money!
Both of them were dogs for the Japanese. Even if Wei Saner was a commissioned police officer, he could not earn a few dollars a month. One can imagine the impact of seeing more than 100 silver dollars.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then suddenly turned his head and asked the black man, "Do you have a gun?"

"What..." The black skin was stunned for a moment, and then he also reacted.

This scholar dared to take more than 100 silver dollars with him when he went out alone. It would be unreasonable not to be robbed.

Instead of letting others grab it, it is better for them to grab it themselves.After the robbery, I called the police by the way...

Hey, how reasonable it sounds for the victim to die, the prisoner to escape, and the money to be lost!
"I'll get the guy." Hei Pi understood.Wei San'er nodded, "Hurry up!"

When the two outside were planning how to kill Wang Dong, Wang Dong had already stood up by himself. He looked around the store, and suddenly pointed to the place where the pen list was hung in the store, "Do you still sell paintings in your store?"

Wang Dong knew that hanging pen orders was a common way for calligraphers and painters to earn money at this time, that is, to make a living by receiving orders from the study shop and painting and writing according to customer customization.

Although I think Wang Dong is weird, but he is really rich, the shopkeeper didn't dare to neglect after hearing the words, and ran over with a smile.

"We also order paintings in this store. I don't know what kind of paintings the husband likes. We can contact local painters and foreign painters."

Wang Dong took a look at the roster handed over by the shopkeeper, turned a few pages, and found that he didn't recognize any of them.

Well, his calligraphy and painting skills have not yet reached the elementary level, and his knowledge level is only able to understand some famous artists of each era. As for these second- and third-rate painters, Wang Dong has no impression at all.

In fact, many of the artists who put up the pen list in this store are already famous local artists. The shopkeeper saw Wang Dong but didn’t know him at all. Show some of their works to Wang Dong, but Wang Dong just shakes his head.

The works of these painters are actually good, but if their names are not known to Wang Dong in later generations, it can be seen that there is not much room for appreciation of their works. Wang Dong thinks it is not worthwhile to collect their things.

The shopkeeper introduced it for a long time, and saw that Wang Dong was not satisfied, and gradually came out to taste it. The one in front of him didn't seem to care about the quality of the painting, he just wanted to be famous and expensive.

So the shopkeeper gave an order, and soon, the clerk brought out some new scrolls of paintings.

"Mr. Wang, we also have a few famous paintings here, but they are a bit expensive."

Wang Dong asked him to unfold the painting, glanced at the artist, and smiled instantly...Qi Baishi.

Hey, how much trouble did you save by taking this out earlier...

Wang Dong asked, "How much is this painting?"

Seeing that he didn't read the content, the shopkeeper asked the painter when he saw him, feeling that he finally understood, this is a stick.

But at this time, the Wenfang shop still needs to be moral. After all, it is a long-term business. If the reputation of cheating customers spreads, their shop should not be established.

So the shopkeeper didn't cheat Wang Dong, and said honestly: "Mr. Baishi's paintings were also bought from Peiping, and we need to add the price difference, which will be a little more expensive."

Wang Dong stared at the shopkeeper's mouth, and finally heard him spit out a price, "The real price is 68 yuan."

Hey, how much is it, cheap.

Wang Dong patted his thigh and bought it.

Seeing Wang Dong resolutely pay again, the shopkeeper was overjoyed again.

Knowing Wang Dong's tone, he quickly took out some more paintings by Qi Baishi. After Wang Dong asked, he realized that these paintings were drawn by Qi Baishi himself at Rongbaozhai when his family was in Beijing.

Moreover, according to the shopkeeper, painters have a high sense of service these days, and the prices are clearly marked. The price of Qi Baishi's pen list is very clear: 12 yuan for a four-foot painting, 18 yuan for a five-foot painting, and [-] yuan for each folding fan. Ten yuan, plus a seal and name, three yuan for each seal and signature, the standard seal is one inch of the Chinese ruler, you need to add money if you use a large seal, and you can reduce the money by two cents if you use a small seal.

Not only the size and signature can be customized, but also the contents of the paintings can be rich and thrifty. Add insects and birds to flower paintings, each for ten yuan, add bees to wisteria paintings, each for 20 yuan, frogs, shrimps, fish, lotus, colorful lotus , each with its own price.

Finally - no haggling.

Wang Dong listened to his heart, and suddenly felt that his time in Beiping was too wasted, why didn't he think about going to Liulichang?If I go to Rongbaozhai to make a few more orders and ask Mr. Baishi to work overtime or something, won't I have everything by now?
With a sad mind, Wang Dong entered three paintings by Qi Baishi, all of which are 24 feet in the middle hall, with flowers, birds, insects and fish, as well as signatures. The silver dollars were spent clean.

It was already dark when he walked out of the South Paper Store, but Wang Dong was full of joy. With today's purchase, this wave of crossing finally paid off.

He walked into an alley, there were no pedestrians on both sides of the road, and the early winter night was very cool.

Wei San'er and that black skin had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw Wang Dong coming out, they hurriedly followed up quietly with their pistols raised.

"It's all right, third brother?" Hei Pi was a little nervous.

Wei San disdainfully said: "What's so scary about such a powerless scholar? No matter what I say, Wei San'er is also a sharpshooter in our bureau. I react very quickly and raise my hand to kill. Killing him is almost like killing a chicken. ,Do not worry."

(End of this chapter)