City: Develop Skills And Make Money By Setting Up A Stall With Qingmei

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, our egg fried rice has been sold out."

When Liu Yuwei saw the old man walking up to Lin Hao, she thought he was coming to buy egg fried rice, so she stepped forward and said.

"Egg fried rice? Oh no, I'm not here to buy egg fried rice."

The old man smiled in an approachable manner, waved his hand and said.

Immediately, the old man looked at Lin Hao and asked, "Young man, did you write the words "egg fried rice"?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the signboard hanging on Lin Hao's tricycle.

It was Lin Hao who dipped a brush in black ink before going out and temporarily wrote it on the red background poster.

"Yes, I wrote it!"

Lin Hao nodded.

Liu Yuwei was listening, pouted, and asked: "Grandpa, why do you think it was written by this guy and not me?"

The old man smiled and said: "Look at this word. It's like a golden hook and iron painting. Every word is written through the back of the paper. It's just that the turning points lack roundness and flexibility. It looks like a man's handwriting. Naturally, it's not a pretty person like you. Written by a little girl.”

"Grandpa, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about calligraphy!"

Liu Yuwei couldn't help but be surprised.

"That's right, if President An doesn't know calligraphy, then there aren't many people in the country who know calligraphy!"

The young man standing next to the old man suddenly spoke.

"Xiao Wang, don't be too arrogant!"

The old man frowned and said.

As he said that, the old man put his hand into his pocket, took out a business card and handed it to Lin Hao: "Although your calligraphy is a little lacking, it is still quite good. I wonder where you learned from it?"

"Vice President of the Calligraphy Association, An Yunqing."

Lin Hao took the business card and looked at the title, feeling relieved.

No wonder this old man is so dignified. The vice-president of the Calligraphy Association is considered a well-known person, and he should be a well-known 'big name' in the calligraphy circle of this city.

"An Yunqing, An De Yun Dan Feng Qing, is a good name."

Lin Hao said silently in his heart.

"President An, I don't have a master, so I wrote this word with a chalk brush."

Lin Hao said modestly.

"You don't have a master? You write with a brush?"

An Yunqing was stunned.

"Brother, you are no longer interesting. I have been practicing calligraphy for five or six years but I still don't have the skills you have. How could you write it with a brush?"

Xiao Wang on the side frowned and said.

"No wonder, no wonder..." An Yunqing looked at Lin Hao's handwriting and murmured: "I asked why the turning point is so stiff, and the hook is too thick, which seems a bit weird."

Liu Yuwei on the side raised her palms and said: "Grandpa, let me testify. My brother doesn't have much time to learn calligraphy from a teacher. He just has better handwriting since he was a child."

From the perspective of an outsider like Liu Yuwei, even if Lin Hao's calligraphy level reaches the intermediate level, the handwriting he writes is only beautiful.

However, An Yunqing's heart was not very peaceful.

"This is definitely a good prospect. If you are willing to work hard and practice for a few years, you are very sure to win the city award, no, the provincial award!" An Yunqing's eyes were shining.

"Young man, what's your name?"

An Yunqing smiled and asked.

"My name is Lin Hao!"

Lin Hao put the business card into his pocket.

"Lin Hao, I wonder if you are interested in writing with me?"

An Yunqing asked with a smile.

"President An, I don't have time to learn to write at the moment. Thank you for your appreciation. I will visit you if I have time in the future."

Lin Hao shook his head, his words were not impolite, but he refused decisively.

Learn calligraphy?

The most important thing for Lin Hao right now is to set up a stall to make money, not to mention that his egg fried rice task has not been completed yet, so how can he go to learn calligraphy from others.

"Hey, hey, are you crazy? Do you know how rare it is for President An to accept a disciple? He has not had any disciples for more than ten years."

Xiao Wang hurriedly took a few steps forward, tugged on Lin Hao's sleeves, and whispered.

"It's hard to come by, but I don't have time. I still have to scramble eggs and rice!"

Lin Hao spread his hands and said.

"You kid..." Xiao Wang was a familiar character. He immediately looked at Lin Hao and said angrily: "Aren't you just trying to make money by frying rice? Learn calligraphy from President An and practice it for ten years and you will become famous. The price of a piece of calligraphy is at least several thousand to tens of thousands of yuan, but you still have to worry about not having enough money?"

"Just like me!" Xiao Wang puffed out his chest: "I won the third prize in the city once. Now, with the subsidy from the calligraphy association, I can get seven to eight thousand yuan a month. You sell How much money can you make from egg fried rice in one morning?"

Lin Hao thought about it seriously: "I guess I sold it for 800 yuan this morning."

"Ah this..."

Xiao Wang was speechless for a moment.

In fact, this Xiao Wang is not a bad person, he just wants to help President An get Lin Hao to learn calligraphy, but Lin Hao can earn 800 yuan in a morning, even if he does not work every day, but he wants to surpass Xiao Wang's salary. Very relaxing thing!

Suddenly, Xiao Wang's persuasion became even less convincing.

"People who are spiritual and talented are excellent in whatever they do. I don't force it."

An Yunqing had disappointment in his eyes, but he still said.

After all, he is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, and his speech is still very good.

"President An, I have to go home quickly to prepare the ingredients for the stall later. I have to leave first!"

Lin Hao said a few polite words, then called Liu Yuwei to get in the car, pedaled a few times, and rode away.

"Alas, this kid doesn't know what a great opportunity he has missed."

Xiao Wang shook his head and said.

However, President An said: "Being able to focus on the things in front of you and being down-to-earth is such a spirit. Not many modern people can achieve this. This child's future is limitless!"