Reborn Bastard Supreme

It's a pity that he wanted to leave, but Qian Yiming's curiosity was aroused. He was waiting for someone here, but he didn't expect to see Gu Zhisu with his maid. I couldn't help but kindly remind him that this person revealed his identity when he saw him, and he still didn't want to talk to him after revealing it, which made him even more curious.

"Why is this? Aren't you going to buy calligraphy and painting?"

Gu Zhisu didn't seem to have heard his words at all. After cupping his hands respectfully, he turned around and left with the maid behind him. His movements were not muddled at all: "Mr. Qian, thank you for your guidance, please leave now."

Qian Yiming couldn't stop him, the man walked away in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help raising his hand to rub his chin, his eyes rolled around: "Interesting" He stood there for a while and looked at the direction where Gu Zhisu disappeared. But suddenly there was a loud cry: "My lord! Where are you, my lord!"

Hearing this voice, the corners of Qian Yiming's lips twitched, and he stroked the fringe of the cloak helplessly. He looked at the man dressed as a servant, and ran around in front of him again, but he still didn't see what he was supposed to be looking for. People, with a bit of gnashing of teeth in their voice: "I have slipped around and still can't find Master, what kind of eyes are these..."

"Master, you are looking for calligraphy and painting studio, not to buy calligraphy and painting?"

Ever since Qing Huan saw Qian Yiming, she didn't dare to speak casually. After leaving Qian Yiming at this time, she took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you...Could it be that you want to sell paintings and calligraphy! But in the mansion...if the mansion finds out..."

"Don't be in a hurry." Before her words fell, Gu Zhisu had stopped and glanced at the calligraphy and painting studio, which was almost crowded in the gap of the alley, and the plaque on it could not be seen, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, He raised his hand to stop her from continuing, "Don't talk, hold your things."

Although Qing Huan had doubts, she didn't dare to disobey her young master, so she could only nod her head: "Yes, young master."

Stepping inside, Gu Zhisu's gaze swept around, lowering his eyes without a trace, the person who had been standing behind the counter saw it, and quickly walked up to him with a smile on his face.

"My lord, what do you want to buy? Just look around!"

Gu Zhisu was silent for a moment, then turned his eyes to him, with a firm expression: "I want to meet your boss and discuss a big deal, I wonder if it is possible?"

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The man saw that although Gu Zhisu was thin and looked like a scholar, the material of his clothes was not like ordinary people's, and his demeanor was very calm. Knowing that such a person was not easy to offend, he nodded hesitantly and turned to look for his wife. Tang's boss.

After a while, a fat old man came out of the inner hall, he looked benevolent, smiled and saluted Gu Zhisu: "Young Master, I don't know why you need to find this old man?"

"Qing Huan."

Before the boss could understand, he saw this man in front of him who looked like a scholar, but looked like a nobleman, and asked the maid behind him to carry a box. When he opened it, he found that it was full of expensive pens and inks, and even a few inkstones. Subconsciously reached out to touch it, but there was a look of embarrassment on his face: "These pens, inks and inkstones... are all high-quality, and they are quite old. But if you want to sell pens and inks, you shouldn't come to this shop. The capital is small and the profit is small, but there is no money to collect these things."

Gu Zhisu curled his lips into a smile, and looked back lightly: "I came here with these things, not to sell them, let alone to buy them.