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The next day, the crew moved to Bill Hackham Bridge to shoot scenes with Leonardo and Liu Yifei.

The scene was short and not difficult, and the filming was completed in half a day.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yuanjun arbitrarily pulled Liu Yifei away and left the set.

"What are you doing?" Liu Yifei sat in the car Zhang Yuanjun borrowed from the crew, "Where are you taking me?"

"Just follow me." Zhang Yuanjun drove the car.

"Take me to see Sister Yuanying?"

"She went to Argentina to collect stories, not in Paris." Zhang Yuanjun drove the car to a gift shop, "Let's go shopping."

Liu Yifei hadn't guessed who Zhang Yuanjun was going to take her to meet.

The two of them were visiting a Western-style boutique, and Liu Yifei asked Zhang Yuanjun: "Who do you want to give it to? We have to see who gives the gift."

Zhang Yuanjun thought for a while and said: "A senior intellectual, professor, in his fifties."

"Chinese?"

"Yeah. Chinese." Zhang Yuanjun held it in very hard.

"Then why are you giving these?" Liu Yifei did not recommend giving Western-style gifts. "Go to Chinatown and buy some toys, calligraphy and paintings, etc. Wouldn't this be something that goes deep into his heart?"

"But this professor has lived in France for many years, so it would be safer to send him to France."

"I have been living in France for many years, but you still need to give gifts to French people? Listen to me and just give Chinese things." Liu Yifei is "smart". "Sometimes you have to go the other way when giving gifts. Give small things to the person. It's a good gift if you put it in your heart. An intellectual, a professor, from China, what kind of professor is he?"

Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "Professor of literature."

"That would be even better. Just give him some toys, calligraphy and paintings. This kind of professor likes these things. You are right to listen to me." Liu Yifei said.

Zhang Yuanjun thought for a while and said, "Okay, if someone is unhappy, I'll put you in his house."

"Don't worry, if the professor doesn't like it, I'll help you coax him."

The two walked out of the boutique and turned around to go to Paris' Chinatown.

What good stuff can be found in a literary shop in Chinatown, Paris?

Imitation, printed, modern crafts, third-rate fakes, all these things.

The man who runs this study shop is a little old man. He saw that Zhang Yuanjun was not satisfied with the things in the shop, so he said in Chinese: "At first glance, this young man is an expert. I have good things here, and I am an ordinary customer." But I won’t show it.”

The little old man was mysterious, which also aroused Zhang Yuanjun's curiosity.

The little old man took out a square box from under the table. The box was very old, but Zhang Yuanjun's temples jumped when he saw the box, feeling that there should be something good inside.

"Come on, come on, let's take a look. This is the treasure of my little shop. I'm going to show it to you because you know your stuff. I won't give it to anyone else." It's obvious that the boss treasures his box. thing.

Zhang Yuanjun leaned over. Liu Yifei was not interested in study utensils, but what the boss said also aroused her curiosity.

I saw the boss opening the box, carefully taking out a small pile of yellow paper from the box, and spreading it on the countertop.

Liu Yifei suddenly lost interest: "It's just a piece of paper."

Zhang Yuanjun didn't say anything. He looked closer and the boss said, "You can only look at it but not touch it."

Zhang Yuanjun looked left and right, looking at it without saying a word for five or six minutes, and then said: "Is this the original from the Southern Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty imitation, or the Qing Dynasty imitation?"

"Imitation copies from the Southern Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty can no longer be found. Young man, how is this treasure of mine?"

"Okay, there's nothing to say. It's not easy to see Chengxintang in France. Boss, give me a few tickets, and you can set the price as you like." Zhang Yuanjun couldn't walk away after seeing the good things.

"Go, go, I just showed it off, who said I sold it to you." The boss said and put the paper away.

Zhang Yuanjun was really greedy and said: "When you open your business, you are not selling anyone."

Since he can take it out, there must be some discussion.The boss still said he wouldn't sell it, so Zhang Yuanjun directly offered the price: "How about 500 euros a piece?"

Liu Yifei didn't know why Zhang Yuanjun was so interested in this kind of paper, but seeing that he liked it so much, she didn't care about him.

"Boss, paper is already a niche product. You are still in Paris and no one has even looked at it for ten or eight years in the store. Just give it to me. If you think the price is not good, just quote a price. As long as it is suitable, I won’t push down a penny.”

Liu Yifei also helped: "Yes, boss, we can also write a few words. If you sell your good paper to us, it won't be considered buried."

Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "I can't bear to use Chengxintang to write."

The boss's eyes lit up after hearing this: "You can also write? Let me see how many you write. If you write well, we will continue the conversation. If you don't write well, don't take advantage of my baby."

Zhang Yuanjun used the store's pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write "Shui Diao Ge Tou" in running script on the desk in the store.

The boss looked at it and nodded repeatedly: "Wang Xizhi's approach is serious. You are already very impressive at your age if you can write to this extent."

"What about your paper?" Zhang Yuanjun was still thinking about Cheng Xintang.

The boss looked very embarrassed: "This paper has been in the store for almost ten years. I am reluctant to use it and I am reluctant to sell it. Today, I see that you are indeed a person who knows calligraphy, so I will reluctantly sell it to you." ”

Zhang Yuanjun was very happy after hearing this, and the boss continued: "You two are not short of money, but I can't bear to sell it too high, and it's not in line with the quality of the paper if it's too low. In this way, I am also a happy person. Make up a lucky number, and you can take away 800 euros a piece."

This thing is nothing but paper, but it can sell for a high price in the eyes of people who like it.

Moreover, I don’t know when the next person who understands Chengxintang will appear, and Buzai will wait even longer.

Zhang Yuanjun knew that the price was high, but he had no choice. He didn't know when he would see Chengxintang Paper again, so he agreed: "800 is just 800. Boss, I'll take whatever you have here."

"I have half a knife here, 50 pieces."

"Okay, I want both. Just swipe your card."

After swiping the card, Zhang Yuanjun moved away the paper and box together.

Liu Yifei had a sudden idea and said, "Just give the professor this kind of paper. He will definitely be happy."

Zhang Yuanjun said: "He is happy, but I am not happy, and I can't bear it!"

"Then just give him a word."

"Would it be too narcissistic to send my own words?"

"What's the point? Just write it."

The two returned to the study shop and asked to borrow the boss's four treasures of the study to write a calligraphy. The boss had just made a big deal and they all agreed.

Zhang Yuanjun hesitated to put down his pen, not thinking about what to write: "If I had known how to send the words earlier, I would have copied a volume of the Tao Te Ching by hand."

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Yuanjun finally pulled out a poem from the corner:

"When I first saw someone, I was vomiting and mute, and refused to go back to sleep in love with the car. The reason why I cried coquettishly all night was because I thought my clothes were missing a strand of gold."

Postscript: "Wei Zhuang and his daughter's poem, written by Yuan Jun in the year of Yichou"

Liu Yifei looked at the poem and felt something was wrong. She seemed to have guessed something and remained silent.

"Have you got the seal?" The shop owner was also watching.

"Of course those who eat must carry it with them." Zhang Yuanjun said and actually took out his seal from his pocket.

After stamping the seal, Zhang Yuanjun handed the calligraphy to the boss and asked him to frame it quickly. The machine framed it very quickly and it took 30 minutes to complete it.

The two took the words, got in the car and left.

Liu Yifei sat silently in the passenger seat and said after a long time: "I'm not even ready."

Zhang Yuanjun was stunned and said with a smile: "What preparations should I make to meet my biological father?" (End of Chapter)