The system invites me to be the boss

Chapter 41 Maybe it can be sold for a good price (addition for the rudder owner)

Chapter 41 Maybe it can be sold for a good price (addition for the rudder owner)
After appreciating it carefully, Mr. Zhang finally came back to his senses, and looked at the inscription and red seal below.

"One-hip hero?"

Mr. Zhang and his assistant looked at each other, feeling that the name...was a bit unbelievable.

How can you name yourself like this?
"Little brother," Zhang Lao asked, "I don't know where this famous hero is from?"

"Well...not a famous artist," Jian Rui said, "just a folk calligraphy lover."

"How can a folk lover write such words?"

Mr. Zhang expressed his disbelief.

If the masters are just jokes among the people, calligraphy and painting need years of practice, accumulation and communication.

Without foundation, the written words can only have their own form and no artistic conception.

Jian Rui didn't explain too much, so this thing can't be explained. The more confusing it is, the better.

"Old Zhang, do you want this word?"

"want!"

How is it possible not to?

When he saw the first word, he didn't intend to let Jian Rui take it out of the private room!
"How much are you going to sell?"

Jian Rui thought for a while: "3."

"Okay, give me the money!"

"Mr. Zhang, it's 3 a word." Jian Rui added, "U.S. dollars."

Mr. Zhang: ...

"How about this, little brother," Mr. Zhang thought for a while, and said, "Looking at the way you ask for prices, you don't seem like an expert, but I won't bully you for not knowing the market.

"This calligraphy is indeed good, but it is not a famous artist after all, and I don't know how many works he has circulated, so it is natural to discount the price."

Jian Rui thought the same thing.

Rare things are expensive, and even the best things are not worth much.

And for those who like quiet and elegant, the name One-Butt Hero...is indeed a bit of an unpleasant sight.

"Then how much do you give?"

"20."

"50, I can guarantee that this painting is unique, and there will be no other similar works in the world." After thinking for a while, Jian Rui said, "Maybe there is another piece of carving."

Looking at Brother Hip before, it is estimated that he will not write again in a short time, and Jian Rui has no intention of forcing him to write, after all, making money is only a trivial matter.

If he can sell 50 yuan and open a store for his parents, he thinks he should be satisfied.

But Mr. Zhang hesitated a little.

If what Jian Rui said is true, 50 is not expensive, but what if it is unreliable?

But if he doesn't buy it, he will be extremely reluctant.

Finally, Mr. Zhang made up his mind: "Deal!"

In a cashless society, 50 will arrive soon, and Jian Rui goes downstairs in a happy mood, but Yu Wenzhuo is nowhere to be seen, and he refuses to answer the phone.

Has this guy been captured?

Forget it, leave him alone, nothing will happen to such a big person.

……

Yu Wenzhuo was in the teahouse, anxiously waiting for Jian Rui.

His grandfather often came to this place, and he was worried that it would be troublesome if he happened to come across it.

As a result, the more he was afraid of something, the more he would come. After waiting for more than ten minutes, his grandfather walked in with two people.

Yu Wenzhuo ran away, but he still couldn't escape his grandfather's eyes.

"Yu Wenzhuo, stop for me!"

"Catch him back!"

Yu Wenzhuo was soon captured by a bodyguard like a defeated rooster.

His grandfather looked at him angrily: "You can do it, you have learned to run away from home."

"Grandpa, I..."

"Go to the car, I'll clean you up later."

Seeing his grandfather walking directly upstairs, Yu Wenzhuo complained in his heart.

Grandpa must have received a call from Mr. Zhang, and came to read that picture.

Oversight.

It's okay for him to meet Jian Rui, since he doesn't know him anyway, but there's something wrong with Mo.

The fragrance of the ink that Grandpa used was customized according to his own preferences, and it is said that some unique and precious spices were added.

The scent is still very strong now, if he finds out and knows that he stole his treasure, he will be skinned!
It's over, and now I can't escape.

Today, I really got up in the wrong posture, and I didn't go well from morning till night.

……

Just as Jian Rui left the private room, Zou Zhengguo opened the door.

Before entering, he smelled a faint fragrance, which made him frown slightly.

Why is this scent so familiar?
Seeing him coming, Mr. Zhang immediately greeted him with a smile: "Old Zou, come here, let me show you the treasures I found today."

Zou Zhengguo said disdainfully: "What kind of treasure, you must be fooled by someone again, right?"

"You can see for yourself."

Zou Zhengguo glanced at the writing on the table, couldn't move his eyes away, and looked at it for a few minutes with an unsteady expression, before asking: "You really just found it?"

"correct."

"Where are the people selling paintings?"

Zhang Lao thought that he also wanted to buy one, so he replied, "Don't be delusional, this is an orphan."

Zou Zhengguo couldn't laugh or cry.

This old man is like this, seeing good words, he doesn't even have basic common sense!
The fragrance of the ink hasn't dissipated yet, you tell me it's an orphan?
But it's well written.

Not only is the writing good, but he also clearly felt that there was a sharp meaning hidden between the strokes of the pen, which made his heart skip a beat.

I really want one!
"Why don't you give it to me, I will double the amount you paid."

As soon as Mr. Zhang heard it, he quickly pressed the word: "Don't even think about it."

"Twice the amount!"

Mr. Zhang didn't answer at all, and just rolled up the words.

Zou Zhengguo said angrily: "You say you old man, it's a waste for you to use this word."

"I like."

Zou Zhengguo is at a loss, and this thing cannot be snatched.

"Then let me smell it, is that okay?"

Zhang Laodao: "Yes, but I want you to smell it."

Zou Zhengguo put his nose up to confirm the scent, and it was indeed very similar to his unique piece of ink!
Coupled with the fact that Yu Wenzhuo was sneaking around below just now, he was almost certain that this painting had something to do with his precious grandson.

"Don't be so arrogant," Zou Zhengguo said with a smile, "I'm going to find this one-butt hero right now, and I'll buy twenty of them!"

"Go ahead, go ahead. Don't forget to ask me to take a look after you buy it."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand very nonchalantly, but he soon reacted.

This old boy said so confidently, could he really be able to find someone?

"No, I'm going too!"

Zou Zhengguo had no choice but to let him follow Lao Zhang.

When he returned to the car, he glared at Yuwenzhuo with a dark face, which made Yuwenzhuo tremble.

But soon his expression softened, and he said, "It's my intention not to let you go to Beijing University."

Yu Wenzhuo looked at him in disbelief, and before he could ask why, Zou Zhengguo said again: "There are many reasons, but the situation has changed now. Let me ask you now, do you want to go to Beijing University no matter what?"

"Yes, I have to go, I have to go to death!"

"Okay, I agree to you going."

Yu Wenzhuo thought he was going to roll around like he was when he was a child, but in the blink of an eye, his grandfather agreed?

Happiness comes so quickly, it feels so unreal!

"But I have a condition," Zou Zhengguo said, "Tell me honestly, did you steal my ink? Did you make the matter of selling calligraphy to you Grandpa Zhang?"

Yu Wenzhuo seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water again, feeling uneasy.

"Hmph, I knew it was you," Zou Zhengguo said, "I won't pursue this matter anymore, but you must take me to see the writer."

Yu Wenzhuo was a little confused.

Could it be that Brother Hip's handwriting is really so good that in order for him to write, Grandpa didn't even pursue him for stealing his treasure?

This is a rare thing!
But when he thought of Brother Hip's appearance, he felt that it was very inappropriate.

"I can't decide this matter, I have to ask."

With Zou Zhengguo's nod, the bodyguard returned the phone to Yu Wenzhuo.

When Jian Rui received Yu Wenzhuo's call, he was already on the subway home.

When I heard that Yu Wenzhuo's grandfather wanted to see Brother Hip, I couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that he also wanted to buy Brother Hip's words?
But Brother Hip probably won’t write anymore easily, the boss doesn’t ask him to, and it’s even more useless if others say it, what should I do?
In the end, he had a flash of inspiration, didn't Brother Hip write a signboard?

Emm... maybe this can be sold for a good price.

(End of this chapter)

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