A Piece of Work That Reflects One's Life

"Hmph, go away."C hen Meiling suddenly had an aunt, and she could not accept it. "Damn Xiaoxue, I will definitely not call you!"

"It's fine, it's fine. Let's talk about our own matters. You call me aunt, I'll call you sister." Su Yingxue imitated an adult's appearance and looked at Chen Meiling with a doting expression.

After that, the two of them started to quarrel again.

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This time, they came to an antique calligraphy and painting shop.

Su Ze picked out some brushes.

Some were small in size, and some were large.

When the shop saw Su Ze's antique style, it immediately called out the boss and let him receive him.

After all, an old man who could still maintain this style of dress was more or less knowledgeable about literature.

Especially when the boss saw the cane in Su Ze's hand. With this color and pattern, one could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought that this old man was a big customer and was not short of money.

"Give me this writing brush and I'll try it," Su Ze said to the boss while pointing at the writing brush that was displayed on a special shelf in the shop."

The boss's grandson looked at the writing brush on display and wanted to tell Su Ze that he could not try it.

The main reason was that it was too expensive.

The shop did not plan to buy it and used it as the store's treasure.

However, the owner did not hesitate and directly passed the brush to Su Ze.

He also took a piece of high-quality rice paper and an inkstone with ink and gave it to him.

"Would you like to try it?"

Su Ze nodded. "I don't need the ink."

After saying that, he took out the calligraphy brush and casually waved two strokes on a blank rice paper.

"Not bad. The texture is not bad." Su Ze expressed his satisfaction.

"Let's try this one." Logically speaking, when trying to use a brush, one needed to smear ink on it and write on the paper to know the quality of the brush.

However, Su Ze directly omitted this step, which made the boss slightly surprised.

"Pick it up," Su Ze said lightly.

The boss nodded and picked up his arm to pick it up. He smiled at Su Ze and said, "It seems that brother likes to play with calligraphy and painting. I'll give you a set of rice paper."

"That's even better." Su Ze smiled.

Su Yingxue followed the owner to the cashier and asked, "How much is this pen?"

"Hello, this purple-gold sandalwood Han Wen pen is 588,000 yuan."

"What! How much?"

Su Yingxue's eyes were wide open as if she was about to fall off.

My God, isn't it just a pen?

Did It have to be so expensive?

"What's wrong?" Su Ze asked when he saw her reaction.

"Nothing." Su Yingxue smiled bitterly.

Her heart ached.

For someone like her, this kind of pen was at most 10,000 yuan.

Previously, she had boasted shamelessly in the car that she would let great-grandfather pick whatever he wanted. It seemed that she had been careless.

"Don't worry about the money." Su Ze looked at Su Yingxue and smiled. "Just buy it. After that, when great-grandfather goes home and writes something, I'll earn it back. This sum of money isn't even a small change."

"Great-grandfather, if you like it, just buy it." What else could Su Yingxue say?

Since the old man liked it, she could only buy it for him. After all, she had already said it herself.

The boss's grandson, who was packing with him, looked at Su Ze and then at Su Yingxue. After the packaging was done, he and his father saw them off.

Outside, Chen Meiling was also waiting for them in the car.

After waiting for Su Ze and the others to leave, the boss returned to the shop.

The grandson standing at the door was still thinking about what Su Ze had said just now. He had casually written a few words and sold them for more than the price of this pen. In fact, the price of this pen was not even worth a fraction of his calligraphy and paintings.

Now that he thought about it, he could not help but have a look of disdain. Even the top calligraphers in the country did not dare to boast shamelessly. Just by writing a word, it was close to 600,000 yuan. This old man is really awesome. 600,000 yuan is not even a fraction of what he wrote.

"He really dares to say it. Could it be that he is Qi Baishi? This kind of old swindler only knows how to coax little girls. But seeing which little girl is reluctant to buy it, I know that he is just a common person pretending to be rich."

"If you don't have money, pretend to be rich." Sun Tzu said to the boss behind him, "Grandpa, this writing brush was passed down from our ancestors. If it was sold to people who know it, the conservative estimate would be one million yuan."

"Why sell it to this old man?"

Hearing his grandson's nonsense, the shop owner shook his head and said, "Don't look at others with your narrow vision. This old man is not simple. His walking stick can buy three shops nearby."

"What? It's so expensive. What kind of walking stick is that?" Sun Tzu's face was full of disbelief.

Just as the shop owner was about to fold the rice paper, his pupils suddenly dilated.

It was as if he was frozen in place.

He could clearly see that the blank rice paper was gradually showing his handwriting.

Su Ze did not use ink before. How could he write out of thin air?

And the word on the paper was a human character.

Under the refraction of the light, one could see it clearly.

The character "human" was displayed on the paper in his hands.

It was vigorous, powerful, and majestic!

It gave the character a powerful and domineering artistic conception.

Bang!

The boss directly rushed out of the door, hoping to find Su Ze on the street.

However, Su Ze had long disappeared on the street. No one knew.

Seeing that his grandfather had changed so much, Sun Tzu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Grandpa, what happened to you?"

"Quick, go and frame the best frame customized by Zhang!"

Sun Tzu didn't understand, but he still did it.

In the end, he put the word "Frame" in the most conspicuous place in the shop.

And he, his grandfather, had been staring at the blank piece of paper with longing in his eyes.

When his grandson saw his grandfather looking at the blank piece of paper with fervent eyes, he was even more puzzled. He said, "Grandfather, what are you doing?"

"You don't understand. When you reach my age, you'll come back and look at your own life transparently."

After a long while, he retracted his gaze.

He said to his grandson, "I have to think of a way to contact the previous customers and return the money for the brush to them. Staring at them, it's best if I can find out what works the old man has published. Once it's available, no matter how it costs, I have to buy it."

When Sun Tzu heard this, he was dumbfounded.