Beauty's enchanting bodyguard

Chapter 196
After tossing and turning on the bed with Qin Yan for a while, Xiao Yi went straight to Laobizhai.

Today, this Laobi Studio is the entirety of Xiao Yi's career.After all, Zhong Xiaoyu had already left, and that promise, the bold words that surpassed the total assets of Jianghua Group, echoed in his ears like a curse.

For that delicate and lovely fiancée Zhong Xiaoyu, for regaining the dignity of a man.Xiao Yi had to put his mind on this old pen studio, and wholeheartedly earn some money to increase his confidence.

However, what made Xiao Yi slightly depressed was that this old pen shop had been open all morning, but there was not a single transaction.Looking at the traffic in front of the door, people coming and going, Xiao Yi felt a sense of despair for the first time.

After lunch, Xiao Yi sat down in the small old pen studio.On a piece of high-quality rice paper, use Yangzhou's pen, calm down and start writing.

After all, last night this old shop sold a few calligraphy.Xiao Yi didn't have many words in hand, if he did this a few more times, Xiao Yi probably had to close the shop to prepare for stock.

In business, no matter what you do, inventory is very important.Otherwise, when the supply exceeds demand, this store will be stretched.

Coupled with the fact that Xiao Yi didn't succeed in a single order this morning, he was indeed in a bad mood.I need to write a few strokes to vent the accumulated hatred I suppressed in my heart.

Li Qi and the others strolled in front of the store.Sometimes I come back to look at the words hanging in the store, and I feel a little depressed.No matter who it is, seeing that the business in front of their door is slow, I am afraid they will not be happy.

The warm winter sun penetrates into this old pen studio bit by bit.

The smell of the rice paper, and the fragrance of the pen, rose and mixed together in the shop bit by bit.Moreover, the sandalwood in the corner curls up, adding a unique implication to this old pen studio.

Sitting in front of the table, Xiao Yi slightly opened his eyebrows.Back straight, eyes sparkling, spread out the rice paper, and began to wave wantonly.

For a moment, Xiao Yi was immersed in such a beautiful mood.Although, there was a lot of traffic and voices outside the door.

However, the excitement is theirs, Xiao Yi has nothing.All he has is the sandalwood desk, the brush from Yangzhou, the bud paper from Xuanzhou, and a plate of smoky sandalwood.

Suddenly, at the door of the quiet old pen studio, two people walked in slowly.The leather shoes buckled on the wooden floor, making a buzzing and crisp sound, which was very pleasant to hear.Breaking the quiet atmosphere in this old pen studio.

Walking in front was an elderly man with slightly white hair, although the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were overlapping.However, when walking, it is still moving like the wind.His back is straight and his eyes are piercing.The leather shoes buckled on the ground and made a buzzing sound, it could be seen that this person was walking with great strength.

Following behind this old man was a middle-aged man, but he looked rather old-fashioned.Although, when he walked, his body was hunched over, and the sound of rattling was particularly serious.It seems that even walking is quite difficult.However, it can still be seen that his face is very flat, without any wrinkles.

The people in this car were of course the old man Song Xu and his guard captain Huang Ming. At this time, the two finally decided to formally meet Xiao Yi.Stepping through the door, the warm winter sun cast fine light and shadows, and walked straight into Xiao Yi's old pen studio.

As for Xiao Yi who was sitting in front of the table and swiping wantonly.The old man Song Xu and Huang Ming didn't even look at him after they came in.The two of them seemed like guests who came in to buy calligraphy.

He remained silent, as if he was afraid of disturbing Xiao Yi.Standing in the old pen studio, I slowly looked at the landscape paintings hanging on the walls.After reading the landscape paintings on the wall, the two looked at the words written by Xiao Yi in the shop.

Song Xu and Huang Ming looked like two calligraphy lovers, looking at Xiao Yi's framed calligraphy.The eyes of both of them are much brighter, and they stop for a long time in front of each word.

Like Xiao Yi's fan, there was a hint of fanaticism on his face.

"Good writing, good writing." After reading a few pieces of writing, the old man Song Xu became more and more appreciative, and said again and again.

Huang Ming will follow behind the old man Song Xu, and also echoed: "It is indeed a good calligraphy, and it can definitely be collected as a work of art. Every stroke and painting is like a golden hook carved on the soil. Fan Bixian."

"Well, for many years, I haven't seen such a good character." The old man Song Xu nodded heavily, with a gleam of splendor on his face.This time, he traveled thousands of miles to Jianghai to solve the problem, no matter how the matter was resolved.Now, seeing such a beautiful picture made him happy, and it was a worthwhile trip.

When they saw the excellent calligraphy, Song Xu and Huang Ming no longer had that indifferent look on their faces.Shuang Shuang involuntarily approached Xiao Yi's side with solemn expressions.

Xiao Yi was not affected by Song Xu and Huang Ming who came in at all, and he was still writing quietly on the bud paper in Xuanzhou by himself.From the looks of it, Xiao Yi seemed to be very casual.

However, the old man Song Xu and Huang Ming saw that his wrist was vigorous and vigorous.Every stroke is quite forceful.Even, both of them found a layer of cold sweat on Xiao Yi's forehead.

On the bud paper of Xuanzhou, two powerful words were written immediately:

Jinlin is not a thing in the pool, a dragon will change when it encounters the situation.

It was only fourteen characters long, but it took Xiao Yi half an hour to complete it.This line of fourteen characters is the most thoughtful one Xiao Yi has written so far. Even the moment Xiao Yi swipes his pen, he involuntarily infuses the Kowloon True Qi in his body into the lines.

Every stroke seems to jump out of the paper.

Looking around, the pen is like a dragon and the snake, and the iron is drawing a silver hook.Flowing clouds and flowing water, pen and ink are like clouds and smoke.With a single stroke, it looks like a runaway horse soaring into the sky and leaving in the dust; it is also like a dragon flying around in the sky.Its color, its shape, its thickness, its dryness and dampness, its intermittent and rolling, and its thickness and thickness are infinitely variable.

The weather is myriad, unpretentious and accepting the universe.

Song Xu and Huang Ming, the elders of the Song family, stopped in front of the words that had just been written.Both of them were completely immersed in this word, unable to recover.The longer they stared at the words on the desk, the two of them could even feel a dragon's humming sound in their eardrums.

It was as if a great river was falling down without a word, and the air of thinness and majesty that came out of the words made the two powerful figures in the hands of the scene lose their minds.

Xiao Yi put away the Yangzhou brush and put it away.Then, he turned his head and asked Song Xu and Huang Ming who were surrounded by him, "You two, do you want to buy words?"

Xiao Yi didn't know the details of these two people, after all, they were all guests.A businessman must treat his guests respectfully and reasonably.

"Yes, buy calligraphy." Song Xu nodded, looked at the calligraphy that Xiao Yi had just swiped, and said, "I want the calligraphy you just wrote, how much is it?"

Xiao Yi looked at the old man Song Xu's expectant eyes, but shook his head, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, this word is not for sale."

"Not for sale?" The old man Song Xu was disappointed for a while, and asked: "Since you open the door to do business, why don't you sell it?"

"The calligraphy I wrote just now makes me happy when I look at it. I want to keep it for myself to read occasionally. If you two want to buy calligraphy, you can choose a new one." Xiao Yi still had a happy face, and he spoke in a leisurely manner. declined to come down.

"That's really a pity." The old man Song Xu looked at the words on Xiao Yi's desk now, and murmured: "In this store, I like the one you just wrote. The adverb. Why don't you sell it? How about I raise the price better, how about you think about it?"

When Song Xu and Huang Ming entered the shop, they wanted to meet Xiao Yi face to face.At the beginning, the two only wanted to know themselves and each other, and caught a little clue from the young man's words.Unexpectedly, in the end, he fell into it and fell in love with the majestic and thin words that Xiao Yi just swiped a pen.

Therefore, the old man wanted to keep his face for the time being, buy this painting and then talk about it.

"Raise the price a little?" A teasing smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth for such a persistent customer.Looking at the expectant Huang Ming, he said slowly, "Well, it's not a bad idea. If the price is enough to tempt me, then I'll sell it to you."

"In this way, it's best to be brave." As soon as the old man Song Xu saw hope, he immediately raised his head, patted his chest, and promised boldly: "In this world, I can't buy it." There are too few things to buy. Young man, you can ask for a price, and you can even ask for a high price."

Huang Ming, who was standing beside the old man, looked at this scene quietly with a smile on his face.He has been with old man Song Xu for so many years, and he has never seen old man Song Xu care about something like this.

"Okay, refreshing person." Xiao Yi smiled slightly, and stretched out one of his fingers.

Since the buyer is so determined, it's not easy for Xiao Yi to insist on anything.Immediately, the stage of negotiating the price began.

"One hundred thousand?" The old man Song Xu was taken aback, looking at Xiao Yi and asked.

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, and when he heard the old man quoted a hundred thousand, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "A friendly reminder, in my old pen studio, the starting price for any picture is 300 million."

300 million, old man Song Xu estimated it, glanced at Huang Ming beside him, and smiled.He became more and more interested in the young man in front of him, Xiao Yi, and the price of these few words would start at 300 million.

No wonder, when the shop came in by itself, it was empty and the door was deserted.

The old man Song Xu can still afford this price.He looked at the wet ink on the case table, finally gritted his teeth, said cruelly, "1000 million, then 1000 million, I'll buy it."

This old man, Song Xu, can be said to be spending a lot of money at this time, and he is bold and bold.The whole body is up and down, not angry and majestic.

However, this time Xiao Yi smiled lightly and shook his head again.Sitting on the carved wooden chair, he said lazily, "I think you've misunderstood me. I didn't say 1000 million, I said [-] million."

This time, the air in the whole old pen studio seemed to freeze.

The old man of the Song family, Song Xu, quickly turned pale as snow with his skinny old face.

His lips moved slightly, and his whole body couldn't help trembling.

(End of this chapter)