Beauty's Devil Guard

After tossing and turning with Qin Yan for a while, Xiao Yi goes to laobizhai directly.

Today, the old pen studio is the whole of Xiao Yi's career. After all, Zhong Xiaoyu has gone, and the promise to surpass the total assets of Jianghua group reverberates in his ears like a magic spell.

For the lovely fiancee Zhong Xiaoyu, for the dignity of a man. Xiao Yi must put his heart and soul on the old pen studio and make money wholeheartedly to increase his confidence.

However, to Xiao Yi's dismay, the old pen studio had been open all morning, but there was no deal. Looking at the traffic and people coming and going in front of the door, Xiao Yi tried a sense of decadence for the first time.

After lunch, Xiao Yi sat down in the small pen room. On a good piece of rice paper, write with Yangzhou pen.

After all, the old shop sold a few pictures last night. There are not many words left in Xiao Yi's hand. If he wants to do this again, Xiao Yi estimates that the store will have to close down for inventory.

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

In addition, Xiao Yi did not succeed in a list this morning, so he was not in a good mood. Need to write a few, to vent their pent up in the bottom of my heart hate.

Li Qi, a few people, strolled at the door of the shop. Sometimes when I came back to see the words hanging in the shop, I felt a little depressed. No matter who it is, I'm afraid they won't be happy to see that their business is light.

The warm sun in winter permeates the old pen house little by little.

The smell of rice paper and the fragrance of the brush are mixed in the shop bit by bit. Moreover, the sandalwood curls up in the corner, adding a unique meaning to this old pen house.

Xiao Yi sits in front of the case, his eyebrows unfold slightly. Back straight, eyes shining, the rice paper spread out, began to wanton up.

For a moment, Xiao Yi was immersed in such a beautiful artistic conception. Though, there are lots of traffic and people outside.

However, the excitement is theirs, Xiao Yi has nothing. He only has a pair of sandalwood desk, pen and brush in Yangzhou, bud paper in Xuanzhou, and a plate of sandalwood curling with smoke.

Suddenly, the quiet old pen studio door, slowly into two people. The shoes were buckled on the wooden floor, making a loud and clear sound. It broke the quiet atmosphere in the old pen studio.

Walking in front is an old man with slightly white hair, although the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes have overlapped. However, the road is still moving like the wind. His waist was straight and his eyes were bright. The shoes were buckled on the ground and made a buzzing sound. It can be seen that the man walked with great strength.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man, but he looked rather old. Although, walk up the road, bent body, that dada dada voice drag particularly serious. As if, even walking is quite hard. However, you can still see that his face is very smooth, without any wrinkles.

This person is naturally the old man song Xu and his guard captain Huang Ming. At this time, these two people finally decided to officially meet Xiao Yi. Stepping through the door, the fine light and shadow cast by the warm winter sun went straight into the bleak old pen studio.

For that sit in front of the case, wanton Xiaoyi. Song Xu and Huang Ming, the old men, didn't even look at them after they came in. The two of them seemed like a guest who came in to buy words.

Silent, as if afraid of disturbing Xiao Yi. Standing in the old pen studio, I slowly saw the landscape paintings hanging on the walls. After reading the landscape paintings on the wall, the two of them started to see the words written by Xiao Yi in the shop.

Song Xu and Huang Ming are like two calligraphy lovers, looking at Xiao Yi's mounted calligraphy. Both of them have bright eyes. Standing in front of each pair of words, they have stopped for a long time.

Like Xiao Yi's fans, a trace of fanaticism appeared on his face.

"Good word, good word." The old man song Xu looked at a few words, more and more praise up, mouth repeatedly way.

Huang Ming would follow song Xu, the old man. He also said, "it's really a good word. It can definitely be collected as a work of art. Every stroke and painting is like a gold hook carved on the earth, which is magnificent. "

"Well, I haven't seen such a good word for many years." The old man song Xu nodded heavily, and a trace of splendor appeared on his face. This time, we have traveled thousands of miles to solve the problem, no matter how it is solved. Now, to see such a good word is to make him happy and worthy of his visit.

When seeing these wonderful words, song Xu and Huang Ming no longer have that indifferent look on their faces. Shuangshuang can't help approaching Xiao Yi's side, his face is solemn.

Xiao Yi didn't receive the influence of song Xu and Huang Ming. He was still writing quietly on the bud paper of Xuanzhou. It seems that Xiao Yi is very casual.

However, the old man song Xu and Huang Ming saw that his writing wrist was vigorous. Every stroke is quite hard. Even, they both found a layer of cold sweat on Xiao Yi's forehead.Xuanzhou bud paper on top, immediately made two words: Jinlin is not a pool of things, once the wind and cloud change dragon.

It's only 14 words, but it took Xiao Yi half an hour to finish it. This line of 14 words is the most attentive one Xiao Yi has ever written. Even the moment Xiao Yi raised his pen, he could not help instilling the true Qi of Jiulong in his body between the lines.

Every stroke seems to jump out of the paper.

If you look at it, you can draw a silver hook with iron. Flowing Clouds and flowing water, writing like clouds and smoke. A pen down, the view is like runaway horse flying in the air and gone; like a dragon flying in the sky. Its color, its shape, its thick and thin dry wet, its continuous rolling, thick and thin hidden dew are variable, magnificent, simple and unadorned.

Song Xu and Huang Ming, the old man of the Song family, stopped for a moment in front of this new pair of words. Shuangshuang is completely immersed in this pair of words, but can not return to God. The longer they looked at the words on the table, they could even feel the hum of the dragon in their eardrums.

It's like the great river never comes down, and the huge atmosphere in the words makes the two great figures who hold the most power in these two scenes lose their minds.

Xiao Yi put away the pen in Yangzhou. Then, turning his head, he asked song Xu and Huang Ming, who were surrounded by him, "you two, do you want to buy some words?"

Xiao Yi doesn't know the details of these two people. After all, they are all guests. Business people must be respectful and reasonable to their guests.

"Yes, buy the words." Song Xu nodded, looked at the picture that Xiao Yi had just written, and said, "I want the picture you just wrote. How much is it?"

Xiao Yi looked at the old man song Xu's expectant eyes, but he shook his head and said with a smile: "sorry, this pair of words is not sold."

"Not for sale?" The old man song Xu was disappointed and asked, "since you open the door to do business, why don't you sell it?"

"I'm glad to see the picture I just wrote. If you want to keep it for yourself, if you want to buy some words, you can choose a new one. " Xiao Yi is still full of spring breeze, the mouth slowly refused to come down.

"That's a pity." The old man song Xu would look at the words on Xiao Yi's desk and murmur: "in this shop, what I like most is the words you just wrote. Why don't you sell it? Why don't you think about it when I raise the price a little bit? "

This song Xu and Huang Ming into the shop, originally wanted to meet Xiaoyi for a while. At the beginning, the two just wanted to know each other, and caught a hint from the young man's words. But unexpectedly, in the end, he fell in love with Xiao Yi's magnificent words.

Therefore, the old man wanted to keep quiet and do nothing but buy this painting.

"A little more?" For such a persistent guest, a smile of banter appeared on the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth. Looking at Huang Ming's expectant face, he opened his mouth and said, "well, it's OK. If the price is enough to please me, I'll sell it to you. "

"That's the best way." As soon as the old man saw that there was hope, song Xu immediately raised his head, patted his chest, and made a bold promise: "in this world, there are too few things I can't afford. Young man, you may ask for it, or even ask for it. "

Huang Ming, standing beside the old man, looks at the scene quietly with a smile on his face. He has been following the old man song Xu for so many years. He has never seen the old man song Xu pay so much attention to a thing like this.

"Yes, it's cool." Xiao Yi put out a finger and gave it a smile.

Since the buyer is so firm, it's not easy for Xiao Yi to insist on anything. Immediately, we started the stage of price negotiation.

"A hundred thousand?" The old man song Xu is stunned, looking at this Xiao Yi to ask a way.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and heard that the master had reported a hundred thousand. He couldn't help smiling and said, "please remind me, I'm in the old pen studio. Any one of the words starts at three million. "

Three million, the old man song Xu estimates it, looks at Huang Ming beside him and smiles. He became more and more interested in Xiao Yi, the young man in front of him. He started selling such a few words at a price of three million yuan.

No wonder the shop was deserted when it came in.

Song Xu, the old man, can still afford the price. He looked at the ink on the desk, and finally bit his teeth. He was cruel and said, "ten million, then ten million. I'll buy it."

The old man, song Xu, was a big spender. The whole body, not angry from power.

However, this will Xiaoyi is a gentle smile, once again shook his head. Sitting on the carved wooden chair, he said lazily, "I think you are wrong. I'm not talking about 10 million, I'm talking about 100 million. "

This time, the air in the old pen room seemed to solidify.

Song Xu, the old man of the Song family, was as pale as snow.His lips moved slightly, and his whole body began to shudder.