The road to the richest man starting from company cleaning

Chapter 277 Clearance
Some of the people present laughed, some were angry, but Zheng Yun ignored it and continued to ask for brushes.

After all, Zheng Yun was a customer, the clerk saw that Zheng Yun was angry, so he couldn't say anything else, so he took out a pen and handed it over.

Zheng Yun took it and looked at it, then took off the cap of the pen and opened it.

The clerk was taken aback immediately, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, saying: "Sir, this one is [-] pieces, if you open the pen, you have to ask for it! Why don't you try the one that has already been opened first!"

Although Zheng Yun's self-cultivation has improved, he couldn't stand the opponent's repeated provocations, and shouted: "Get lost!"

The clerk was so frightened that he dared not say anything.

Zheng Yun asked the clerk to prepare paper for a test pen.

When everything was ready, Zheng Yun did not soak the remaining glue on the brush bristle, and directly dipped it in ink to write.

Many people had heard that Zheng Yun claimed to be a master of calligraphy, and they all came together with great interest to watch the excitement.

However, Zheng Yun didn't write seriously, but just drew a few lines on the paper to test the performance of the pen.

He found the brush, while not ideal, to be good enough for everyday use.However, the paper was almost meaningless, the ink was too heavy.

"Do you have any good paper?"

"Yes, Hongxing collection-grade ultra-clean rice paper, 36800 yuan!"

The clerk was very dissatisfied with Zheng Yun's attitude just now, so he purposely revealed the treasure of their shop at this time, intending to stimulate Zheng Yun.

Zheng Yun also saw that her face was as dark as a piece of ice, and her tone was disgusting as if she had eaten shit, but there was no need to be serious with a female shop assistant, and said, "Take one and I'll try it!"

"I'm sorry sir, this kind of high-end paper costs 368 yuan per hundred sheets, and there are no scattered test papers!"

"Then give me a knife!"

That's 36800 a knife. No matter how courageous the clerk is at this time, he would not dare to give Zheng Yun this kind of collectible rice paper.

Zheng Yun also understood her better, took out [-] cash from the bag, and said, "Is it okay to take a knife?"

Seeing the money, what else can I say, especially the kind of treasures that are rarely used by myself, most of them are bought as gifts, and they can't sell much in a year, so it is very happy to sell for a dollar.

Her attitude changed immediately, she resumed her sweet service, and went to pick up the paper immediately.

The onlookers bought more than 3 pieces of paper when Zheng Yun came up, and they couldn't help talking:
"Is this person really a calligrapher?"

"Pull it down, how can there be such a young calligrapher!"

"He bought such expensive paper just to test the pen?"

"Who knows, let's burn it if you have the money, don't mind it, he burns his own, let's watch the fun!"

When the paper was brought, I saw that the packaging was extremely exquisite. There was a brocade box outside, a high-end handbag inside, exquisite wrapping paper inside, and a certificate of authenticity.

Speaking of which, who can usually use this kind of paper to write and draw, 368 sheets, if one bad stroke is written, one wrong place is drawn, one piece of paper will be useless.

In particular, many calligraphers are not always able to perform well when writing for others. It is common to write several times. A piece of paper is 368, which is too distressing.

The onlookers had never seen such an expensive piece of paper, and they all stared at the paper closely, and some even moved closer to take a closer look.

But seeing that the paper is white and delicate, as the saying goes, good paper is like cloth, when shaken, the sound it makes is really like cloth.

After laying out the paper, Zheng Yun dipped in the ink to try it out, and just as soon as he wrote the pen, a piece of it was blurred.

"What kind of paper is this? Is it more than 3 yuan? It's a lie!"

The clerk became anxious immediately, how could she bear this kind of injustice, and hurriedly showed Zheng Yun the anti-counterfeiting marks such as certificates.

Zhang Yuan leaned into Zheng Yun's ear and whispered, this kind of paper is raw Xuan, which was originally used for drawing, not suitable for writing.

If you write in cursive or capital letters, this kind of raw rice paper is okay, but if you write in small characters, it won't work. You must use half-cooked rice paper.

Because rice paper is too expensive, people who practice calligraphy rarely use rice paper, and they all use raw-edged paper, which was also the case for Zheng Yun when he was a child.

Therefore, he didn't know much about the nature of rice paper, so he nodded after hearing what Zhang Yuan said.

And when those onlookers saw that Zheng Yun didn't even understand the paper and claimed to be a master of calligraphy, they naturally started to laugh at him from the bottom of their hearts.

Zheng Yun grabbed the papers on the table and threw them away.

There were many people at the scene who knew how to draw. I felt really distressed when I saw it. I thought how great it would be if I could draw on this paper, this prodigal!

Zheng Yun asked the clerk for medium-rare rice paper, and the clerk introduced that they have medium-rare, medium-rare and medium-rare, and asked Zheng Yun which one he wanted.

Zheng Yun hadn't tried it either, so how could he know that he would try every kind of knife he said right now.

The three-knife paper is 10 yuan, and Zheng Yun didn't bother, and directly transferred the money.

The clerk was overjoyed, thinking that all the money had been given, so if you don’t want it, you have to ask for it!

The clerk cares whether you are a prodigal or not, and if you are willing to spend money, they will just take it for you.

Zheng Yun asked the clerk to open the three types of paper at the same time and test them together.

When the three pieces of paper were laid out on the table, Zheng Yun first dipped a dot in the ink, to see the effect of the ink bleeding, and then wrote the word "Miss" on each piece of paper.

He wrote in big letters this time, mainly to check the characteristics of the paper, and he didn't write carefully at all, the words were really ugly.

Everyone looked at it and felt really sorry for the paper. They all thought to themselves, how dare you call yourself a calligraphy master by writing such broken characters and such vulgar words as "Miss"?Still need such expensive paper?Got money and nowhere to throw it? "

After some experiments, Zheng Yun finally selected a kind of medium-ripe rice paper. He felt that this kind of paper had the best effect, and asked, "How many of this kind of medium-ripe rice are there?"

The clerk was startled, and then he heard Zheng Yun asking again, "Thirty knives."

"Well, keep it for me, and take it away with other things after shopping."

Thirty knives, 100 million, the clerk couldn't believe his ears, and hesitated for a long time before agreeing.

Because writing characters of different sizes requires different types of brushes, Zheng Yun saw that there were a total of about 200 brushes of all types in the counter, and he wanted all of them immediately.

At this time, the boss heard that someone was buying goods in large quantities, so he was so excited that he came out to serve in person.

The pen and paper are set, and the next step is ink.

Zheng Yun used to practice calligraphy with ink, but when watching TV, inkstones and ink sticks are used to study ink, and there is also a book boy to serve him, which seems very particular.

So he also decided to buy inkstones and ink sticks.

"I don't know what price you need?" The boss asked very attentively.

"Just take out the good ones."

"Ok!"

The boss responded, and personally fetched an inkstone. After opening the brocade box, Zheng Yun saw that it was so beautiful. The price was only 8000 yuan, and he immediately agreed to take it.

One inkstone is enough, and the next step is to buy ink sticks.

As a result, the unit price of one or two pieces of pine smoke ink was 38, and Zheng Yun bought [-] pieces.

It's not that he wants to buy such a disgusting quantity, it's that the boss only has so much.

The onlookers saw that every time Zheng Yun bought a product, he cleared the warehouse for others, and they couldn't help looking at each other, both surprised and bewildered.

(End of this chapter)