The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Hundreds of years later, among the young talents in this land in the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Bohu, who is recognized as the head of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, is best at painting pictures of beauties.

Mr. Qingfeng, as the head of talented scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, was famous in the world in his early years. Although he was famous for his good paintings of flowers and birds, his attainments in painting pictures of beauties should not be too low.

At least, it is much more powerful than those young masters gathered in the building outside the building at the moment.

Mr. Qingfeng has no business at the moment, he is lying on the table in front of him, his eyes are blank, he just stares at the passers-by on the street in a daze, even though Murong Bai and Hu Meiniang are already in front of him, they still can't notice .

Mr. Qingfeng's calligraphy and painting booth is not too big.

With just one glance, Murong Bai took in all the paintings and calligraphy hanging on his booth.

In all fairness, although the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the booth can be called top-grade, they definitely do not match the words of Mr. Qingfeng.

Chapter 1222 A Fair Price

Chapter 1222

Murong Bai is sure that he did not find the wrong person, so it can only be Mr. Qingfeng's intention to make his calligraphy and painting look like this.

However, it is unrealistic for him to draw such casual works without marking a price of a few pennies or tens of pennies. He wants to sell them for a high price of one tael of silver.

Murong Bai glanced over the wooden sign on the table that said "each calligraphy and painting, one tael of silver" written in thick ink, feeling quite speechless.

But since he decided to find Mr. Qingfeng to solve Hu Meiniang's troubles today, and now he has indeed walked in front of Mr. Qingfeng, naturally there is no reason to give up halfway.

So, after a light cough, Murong Bai took the initiative to speak, and called out to Mr. Qingfeng, "It seems that the old man's business is not very good?"

This question was like calling the attention of Mr. Qingfeng who had already wandered away.

He looked up to Murong Bai, and saw standing in front of him was a young man in Taoist robes, and behind the young man was a young girl in a veiled cap and a white skirt.

Although the young girl's figure looked very graceful, it was not difficult to imagine that her appearance under the veiled hat should not be too bad.

However, Mr. Qingfeng is an old man in his seventies and eighties, so naturally he doesn't have much thoughts about young women.

Therefore, his eyes only glanced over Hu Meiniang, and then stopped on Murong Bai again.

Thinking of Murong Bai's question just now, he smiled lightly and said to Murong Bai, "Most people in the world have blind eyes and don't know the real gold inlaid with jade, what can they do?"

Then, he pointed to the row of paintings and calligraphy hanging behind him, then tapped the wooden sign with the price in front of him, and said slowly, "The old man's paintings and calligraphy are here. Come on, just pick and choose."

"The price here is fair, and there is no deception."

Speaking of this, Mr. Qingfeng raised his head and looked over at Murong Bai.

However, he only rolled his eyelids, and then withdrew his gaze again, tapped his right index finger on the table in front of him, shook his head and said, "But if you don't want to buy it, please go away quickly and don't disturb the old man with my business." .”

After all, seeing that neither Murong Bai nor Hu Meiniang responded, Mr. Qingfeng decided that Murong Bai was like everyone else, and would definitely not buy his own paintings and calligraphy.

After all, his family knew his family affairs well, and the paintings and calligraphy he hung up were indeed not worth a tael of silver.

However, in this world there is no shortage of those local tyrant bosses who are illiterate but want to be arty. When they meet a few masters who are stupid and rich, these calligraphy and paintings of him can still have a chance to sell.

Although Murong Bai was wearing a blue Taoist robe today, those who wear Taoist robes in this world don't necessarily have to be Taoist priests, just like those who ride white horses are definitely not all the holy monks of the Tang Dynasty.

Mr. Qingfeng looked at Murong Bai's appearance like someone who knew calligraphy and painting, so he knew that he probably wouldn't buy his own things.

He waved his hands a little irritably, and was about to lie down on the table again and continue the action he had been dreaming about just now.

However, Murong Bai did not leave straight away as Mr. Qingfeng expected, but continued to talk to Mr. Qingfeng with a smile, and said to him, "These calligraphy and paintings are made by Mr. Qingfeng, and the price is naturally very fair. "

His eyes glanced at the calligraphy and paintings hanging behind Mr. Qingfeng, and then Murong Bai turned the conversation around and continued with a smile, "But it doesn't look like you're doing business at all when you set up your booth here. look."

"The smell of wine is also afraid of the deep alley."

Murong Bai's words made Mr. Qingfeng raise his head again.

A look of surprise flashed across his eyes, because he didn't know that Murong Bai already knew his identity, and what Murong Bai said to him was worth the price only because he was Mr. Qingfeng, so, at this time, Mr. Qingfeng, Labeled Murong Bai as a person with a lot of money and money, and included Murong Bai in his target customer group.

Mr. Qingfeng regained his energy in an instant, he smiled and said to Murong Bai, "You have a baby."

"Since you think the old man's paintings and calligraphy are good wines, why not buy a pair and taste them carefully?"

He smiled and said, "I'm not boasting. The old man's paintings are hung at home, but they can greatly improve your taste in appreciating paintings, my son."

Seeing these words of his own, Murong Bai just smiled and said nothing, and did not speak out to refute.

Mr. Qingfeng thought that Murong Bai was hesitating, so he thought about persuading him again.

However, before he could speak again, he heard Murong Bai slowly say, "If the old gentleman's paintings and calligraphy are only of this level, then I'm afraid I won't buy even one today. "

Just after this sound, Mr. Qingfeng's complexion turned from sunny to cloudy, and the smile on his face disappeared directly, and finally turned into a deep gloom.

He raised his head and carefully sized up the duo of Murong Bai and Hu Meiniang. Then, he finally saw what Hu Meiniang was carrying behind him, which seemed to be a dozen or so scrolls.

Who would have nothing to do and walk around with a dozen paintings on their backs?

Can only be peers.

In this world, there are three hundred and sixty lines, and in most cases, those who walk together are enemies and enemies.

Therefore, Mr. Qingfeng, who was quite angry after being fooled by others, directly scolded Murong Bai at this moment, "Boy, are you here to grab business?"

"It's fun to find me an old man's joke?"

Having said that, Mr. Qingfeng took a deep breath, suddenly put away most of the anger on his face, put on a serious look, and persuaded Murong Bai, "Listen to my advice, there are too few people here, you If you really want to do this business, you might as well set up a stall on Qianjie Street.”

Front Street has a lot of people, the location is good, and someone who can sell paintings there can still be regarded as a poor scholar, but it will not be too simple a role.