Emperor Qiangu is in Huadu

Chapter 30 Please, Take Me As Your Disciple

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, because I can't reach you, so the chairman, let me pick you up in person."

"It's not an example."

Yin Zheng sat in the car and waved his hand.

It must be because Qian Wenyi was being reprimanded, so she didn't answer the phone.

Hearing this, the sharp knife almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was rare for him to come to invite people in person, and all of them were important figures at the national level.

But when it came to Yinzheng, he just disliked it so much, so let's make an example.

"The old man is fine, this is just an excuse, right?"

"Cough, yes."

Yin Zheng nodded. Long Yuan said before that he should do a favor.

Although repaying him 5000 million was considered a settlement, but he promised Long Yuan that he would definitely do him a favor.

"Father, he's here."

In the study room, it is antique.

Mr. Long came out in formal attire, along with the old man from yesterday.

"Mr. Yin, you are here."

"I don't want to waste time. I still owe you a favor. What do you want me to do for you?"

"Cough cough..."

Long Yuan smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry about this, let me introduce someone to you."

"This is the curator of the National Museum of the Imperial Capital, and also the Taishan Beidou in the antique world. His name is Zhao Rui'an."

"Ah."

Yin Zheng nodded, but only responded.

Elder Zhao didn't care, "Listen to him, you wrote the small seal script on the imperial edict of the First Emperor?"

"No."

Long Yuan was stunned when he heard it, and anxiously said: "Mr. Yin, you can't play like this! This, this wasn't written by you, who wrote it?"

"How do I know?"

Seeing him in such a hurry, even the sharp knife beside him laughed.

"Hehe, old man Long, you are getting older, and you still like to brag?"

Zhao Ruian sneered, "Don't forget our bet."

"Mr. Yin, just take it as a favor for me, okay?"

"Well, that's what you said, so let's settle the matter."

This guy is fine!

"This imperial edict of the first emperor was indeed written by me!"

"Haha, old man Long, are you two singing oboe here?"

"What is a double spring?"

Zhao Rui'an was stunned for a moment, and immediately said seriously: "Although this sacred edict is only a fake, its strokes and strokes are all in the style of a master. Moreover, the copying of this small seal is completely consistent. If it can be written, Must be a master figure."

"You are just a high school student, even if you started copying from the age of seven, it is impossible for you to have such an aura of swallowing mountains and rivers!"

The most powerful thing about this Xiaozhuan is God!
It is extremely rare for most copyists to be able to imitate the strokes of the brush.

And those who can write gods are all masters.

"Well, that's right."

Yin Zheng did not refute, but nodded.

"I only write one word."

Entrusted by others, loyal to others.

Since I agreed to Long Yuan, I will help him once.

"it is good!"

"Help me sharpen the ink."

This point, Long Yuan has long been prepared.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone should be complete.

Yin Zheng glanced at it, then shook his head, "Next time, get a better one, this one is just second-class."

"What did you say?"

Zhao Ruian was furious. He personally gave this set of landscape brush and ink.

Nowadays, in China, there are not many sets that are better than this.

In this kid's mouth, became a second-class product?

"I was wrong."

Yin Zheng nodded thoughtfully, and picked up the brush, "To be precise, it's not even as good as second-class goods."

"You have the ability to say it again."

"At most, it can only be regarded as the third class."

"Hmph, ignorant junior!"

Zhao Ruian sneered, "I personally bought this landscape brush and ink from abroad and spent 500 million US dollars! Have you ever seen such a lot of money?"

"Then you should be fooled, this is worth at most 100 million."

"You fart!"

"Ahem, calm down, calm down..."

Long Yuan stood beside him with embarrassment on his face.

In his life, Mr. Zhao was most proud of his sharp eyes, which unearthed countless treasures.

On weekdays, he likes to mess around with these things.

Now, being told by Yin Zheng that he was cheated, how could he swallow his breath?

"This Four Treasures, there is a gap in the inkstone, bad review."

"Although the brush is sharp, it has been repaired using modern technology. It lacks the aura of the ancient style, so it has a bad review."

"As for the ink, is it Longxiang ink? Is it West Lake Ten Scenes ink? Bad review!"

"The last very important piece of paper, I don't bother to evaluate it!"

After listening, Zhao Ruian was speechless.

What Yin Zheng said was not groundless, but directly hit the vital point!
"Ahem, please enlighten Mr. Yin."

Yin Zheng nodded, picked up the pen, swiped the pen, and completed it in one go, in an instant.

The total time before and after was less than three seconds.

But the Xiaozhuan written in it is like a knife and an axe, full of chilling air.

"What is this word?"

"emperor!"

As if seeing gold and silver treasures, Zhao Ruian picked up the rice paper and kept rubbing it.

"Perfect, it's so perfect!"

"The sharpness of the pen is like a sword, and the stroke is like a knife. A word is worth ten thousand gold!"

There are no more than ten people in China who can receive such praise from him.

"Master, who is your teacher?"

"No one is qualified to be my master!"

Putting down the brush, Yin Zheng turned around calmly, "The favor I owe you has been paid off, and from now on, both will be settled."

"Wait!"

Zhao Ruian, now 70 years old, looked at Yin Zheng as if he had made some important decision.

Immediately, he knelt down.

"Please, Master accept me as a disciple!"

"you?"

Yin Zheng glanced at him and shook his head, "You are not qualified, and I will not accept you as an apprentice."

The sharp knife was dumbfounded by the side. The existence of Taishan Beidou in the antique world, kneels down to Yin Zheng, a high school student, and still wants to learn from him?
If this is photographed and posted on the Internet, it is estimated to be equivalent to an explosion in an island country, and it will instantly become popular on the Internet.

"Grandmaster!"

Zhao Rui'an was very excited. It has been too long since such a master appeared in Huaxia.

"As I said, you are not qualified. You are too old and want to learn, but it is impossible."

"I have a granddaughter, can she learn?"

"Only male, not female."

These words are just jokes.

It's just that Zhao Rui'an is too annoying and prevaricates his words.

"But……"

Yin Zheng waved his hands impatiently, "That's enough, don't say any more."

"That's it for today, I'm going back."

Long Yuan suddenly wept and begged for mercy, "Mr. Yin, you can't just leave like this."

"Why, what I owe you, this word, has already been repaid to you, what else do you want?"

"I……"

Long Yuan wanted to slap himself twice, "I want you to do me a favor, I don't know..."

"No help!"

Yin Zheng refused without any hesitation, without giving him any face at all.

"This will definitely not make Mr. Yin suffer, and it will not trouble Mr. Yin too much."

"If you say you won't help, you won't help."

Long Yuan was at a loss, so he could only sigh, "This matter is related to Luo Xian'er!"

(End of this chapter)