Live Broadcast: My Identity As A Fairy Cultivator Was Exposed By My Great-Granddaughter

In the antique shop, Chen Xining helped Chen Ming to enter it. There were a variety of powerful handwriting imitations, a variety of high-end and high-end stationery (pen, ink, paper and inkstone), which made Chen Xining dazzling.

The point is that she can't understand it!

Chen Ming is choosing brushes at this time, and he observes all sizes.

The shop owner took a look at Chen Ming's dress, a gray robe, and his chin is a long white beard to his chest. As the owner of this business, he naturally knows the needs of Chen Ming, an old man of the age.

When he saw the crutch in Chen Ming's hand, the dragon body was carved on the crutch, and he could see its extraordinary at a glance.

He immediately decided that this old man must be a big customer, the kind who is not short of money.

Go up immediately!

Chen Ming never raised his gaze from beginning to end. In the end, his gaze fell on the brush.

It is made of Putuo Carpinus, with emerald green body and smooth and round nib.

"Take this pen and let me try it!" Chen Ming said solemnly.

The shop owner’s son is about to tell Chen Ming that this brush cannot be tried!

Mainly because it is too expensive, he doesn't think Chen Ming can afford it!

The shop owner immediately handed the brush to Chen Ming without any distress. He even took out the fine rice paper and the polished inkstone and handed it to Chen Ming, "Try it!"

"No more ink!" Chen Ming nodded.

While speaking, Chen Ming took the brush and swiped it twice on the blank rice paper.

"It feels good, just this one!" Chen Ming said.

The shop owner and his son were taken aback. They had to try the flexibility and quality of the brush with ink! The old man in front of me fiddles twice at will...Is it all right?

So casual!

"Wrap it up!"

The shop owner nodded repeatedly, packed the brush carefully into the box, and said, "Seeing that the old man likes calligraphy and painting very much, then I will give him a good set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

"That's great!" Chen Ming nodded.

"How much?" Chen Xining saw that the ancestor had already chosen, and asked the price.

"Hello, this Putuo hornbeam tree emerald green brush is five hundred and seventy thousand yuan!" the shop owner said.

Chen Xining was dumbfounded when she heard it, "What? How much?"

He didn't understand calligraphy and painting, thinking that this kind of thing wouldn't cost much, two to three thousand should be normal, and the cap should not exceed 50,000.

But when the boss said the price of 570,000 yuan, she was really taken aback.

"Let's do it! Seeing that the old man likes calligraphy and painting very much, I will give a discount and get half a million!" the shop owner said.

He mua~!

It's too expensive! Isn't it just a pen?

Distressed! (Although the money for the writing brush is not my own, it is... so expensive!)

"What's the matter?" Chen Ming asked when his great-granddaughter reacted so strongly.

"Ah! No...nothing? Put it on!"

"Don't worry about the money, just buy it. When you look back, your great-grandfather will write two words for you. If you sell it, it won't be less than the money you paid for a writing brush!" Chen Ming said!

What else can Chen Xining say, who makes the ancestors like it! The fruit that you planted yourself must be eaten when you kneel down.

In the end, Chen Xining tearfully bought the Putuo Carpinus jade brush with a price of 500,000 yuan.

Heart...angina!

When leaving, the shop owner, father and son, personally escorted Chen Ming out.

Hao Manning has been waiting for the two in the car.

After watching Chen Ming leave, the shop owner's son finally couldn't help it, especially when he thought of the words Chen Ming said when he left: The ancestors wrote two characters and sold them for no less than the money to buy a writing brush!

How dare you say it! I am not afraid of flashing my waist.

"Dad, I don't understand why you sold it to them at the original price. We can wait for the real big boss to come. If you say nothing, you can sell for more than one million!"

"You know what a shit, did you see the old man's crutches? One cane can buy our two Wanbaozhai!" the shop owner said coldly.

"Impossible! Dad."

"You know what a fart, that crutch, but it is made of the most essential part of Huanghuali. The golden dragon on the stick is completely gilded, and the bead between the dragon's head and eyebrows is an emerald of inestimable value!"

"Now do you think they are ordinary people?" the big boss said coldly.

After that, the shop owner is going to close the business. The brush sold today is enough.

The shop owner came to the place where Chen Ming was testing his pen, and was about to put away the rice paper. Under the reflection of the light, the shop owner suddenly saw something on the rice paper.

The next moment, his hands trembled, his pupils dilated, and a word slowly appeared on the rice paper.

point!

Damn it!

point!

point!

"Heart!" the shop owner murmured!

This is the trace of Chen Ming's wave of ink on rice paper before.

Seeing the word "heart", the store owner suddenly thought of the word "heart", and his brain roared.

boom!

The next moment, the shop owner rushed to the outside of the shop frantically, but Chen Ming was no longer in sight.

"They paid!" the son said.

The shop owner was very sorry, and then said in a commanding tone, "Immediately, contact the old man just now, and then return the money to them. By the way, by the way, ask the old man if there is any calligraphy and painting that I don’t want. No matter how much it is, we bought it. !"

"Dad, it won't happen!"

The shop owner didn’t answer him, and handed the rice paper two words, “Go and get the best frame, carefully mount it for me and place it in the most conspicuous position of our shop.”

After doing this, the shop owner carefully examined the white "heart" on the rice paper, and fell into deep thought!

"Dad, I don't understand."

"When you experience something, you will be able to understand this word."

After speaking, the shop owner left, whispering in his mouth, "The heart, of course, is precious, cherish, and pity!"

On the other side, Chen Xining, who came out of Wanbaozhai, took Chen Ming to wander around the bustling city.

The ancestors have been here for three days and haven't seen them outside. Naturally, the two women have to think about their ancestors.

"Great ancestor, do you still want to go?" Chen Xining asked.

"Is there any place to listen to the opera now?" Chen Ming asked.

"I think about it... By the way, there is a more famous Changyin Pavilion on Huangdu Road, which is said to have been passed down from the late Qing Dynasty." Hao Manning said.

"Oh! If it can be passed down, then go to Changyin Pavilion." Chen Ming said with interest.

Immediately, the two women took Chen Ming to Huangdu Road. With the help of navigation, they finally found Changyin Pavilion. After all, the two women did not appreciate this kind of culture.

Entering the Changyin Pavilion, the two women arranged for Chen Ming to give Chen Ming the No. 1 private room, and no one would bother.

"Old ancestor, we can't appreciate this, just here will disturb you listening to the music, we will play outside for a while, and we will pick you up later." Chen Xining said.

"Okay, let's go! If you have something to slap on the pendants and bracelets I gave you, I will be there immediately." Chen Ming nodded.

When the two women left Changyin Pavilion, they found a high-end Internet celebrity restaurant to dine.

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