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After walking for half an hour, Wu Liang finally entered Literature Street.
It was seven or eight o'clock in the morning, the busiest time on the art street.
There were many elderly people who had lost their sex lives and had nowhere to vent, so they came here early to vent their anger.
In groups of three to five, they talked to the works on the stall with confidence and gave pointers. They changed the essence that should have been sprayed from below to spray from their mouths.
Wu Liang took two to three steps and finally found an empty stall.
He spread out the " Preface to the Orchid Pavilion " that he had just written and quietly waited for the buyer.
Not long after, many people gathered in front of Wu Liang's stall.
Some were tall and some were short, some were fat and some were thin, some were bald and some were wearing hairpins. It was noisy and noisy.
"Young man, did you write this?"
A fat grandpa looked left and right, his tone full of doubt.
"What else?"
Wu Liang glanced at Fatty and replied with a smile,""I just wrote it this morning."
"For you to have such skill at such a young age, it must have been written by your grandfather, right?”
"Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, then forget it."
Wu Liang was relaxed and contented. He knew that these people were mostly busybodies and not real buyers, so he ignored them.
After another hour, a man in a suit suddenly squeezed out of the crowd.
The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked gentle. He was not old, about thirty years old.
Wu Liang felt that this person had a chance.
As expected, the man with gold-rimmed glasses carefully read the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion. His face was calm, but his heart was already in turmoil.
He had seen thousands of Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, but this was the first time he had seen a work that was almost identical to the original. He couldn't help but praise it.
"Good! Good! Good!"
He said 'good' three times in a row. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with this calligraphy.
Wu Liang was delighted, thinking that this calligraphy was most likely going to be sold!
"Little brother, how much is this Preface to the Lanting Collection?”
"300,000 RMB, not a penny less.”
Because Wu Liang himself was not famous in the calligraphy circle, no matter how good his calligraphy was, it could not be sold at a high price. He could only slowly accumulate fame.
The price that Wu Liang offered was 100,000 yuan higher than the market price. He thought that if the man bargained, there would still be room for negotiation.
"Alright, I'll buy it."
Unexpectedly, the man in gold-rimmed glasses did not hesitate at all. He took out his phone and wanted to transfer money to Wu Liang.
Wu Liang reported a string of numbers.
"I wonder which senior master wrote this calligraphy work?" the bespectacled man asked again.”
"Senior doesn't dare to call me that, but I am.”Wu Liang replied casually.
"You wrote it?"
The bespectacled man also looked suspicious, and there were even more people jeering at him.
"Stop bragging. This calligraphy can't be written without thirty years of skill! You are only seventeen or eighteen years old. Even if you started learning calligraphy in your mother's womb, you definitely wouldn't be able to write this Preface to the Orchid Pavilion!”
The bald man on the east side echoed," Brother, you're right. Young man, you have to be honest. The salt I've eaten is saltier than the bridge you've walked on. How can I not see your level?”
Wu Liang snorted and put on a serious expression. He asked,"What if I really wrote it?"
"You really wrote it. I'm already 60 years old, so I'll just call you grandpa. What do you think?”
The bespectacled man came over and said,"How about this, little brother? You can write another piece of calligraphy." If your level is still as high as before, I'll spend 600,000 yuan to buy the two pieces of calligraphy. What do you think?”
Six hundred thousand yuan?
Wu Liang's eyes lit up. 600,000 wasn't a small amount. He could indeed make a move.
He looked at the bespectacled man carefully and saw that he was wearing expensive clothes and had a Mercedes-Benz car key on his belt. Wu Liang suddenly felt that he had to be a profiteer.
"One million. I won't sell it for less than a cent!”
"This…this…is a little expensive…"
The bespectacled man hesitated.
However, on second thought, to be able to see a talented calligraphy youth, what was spending a million yuan?
There would be plenty of time in the future, and he might be able to work together with Wu Liang for a win-win situation.
"Deal!"
If they didn't open for business for three years, they would eat for three years.
Wu Liang was overjoyed, but he still said indifferently,""What do you want me to write?"
The bespectacled man thought for a while and suddenly said,""Thousand Character Script."
Wu Liang took out his phone and started to search on Baidu.
The old foxes who were watching began to laugh.
"How unprofessional. You can't even recite the Thousand Character Classic, yet you dare to say that you wrote the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion.”
"Students nowadays only know how to play all day long. They have forgotten all the things of their ancestors.”
"I heard that the students are in a mess now. Some female students are still young and have even been introduced. It can't compare to our time!”
They were all talking nonsense.
Wu Liang ignored them, his hands moving like the wind and flowing like water.
Gradually, the crowd shut their mouths.
Heaven, earth, black, yellow, the universe was desolate. The sun and moon are full, and the stars are arranged…
Not long after, Wu Liang suddenly put away his brush, and the Thousand Character Essay shone brightly under the sunlight.
"Boss, are you satisfied?”
The bespectacled man's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. He only came back to his senses after a long while. While admiring the " Thousand Character Classic " with fondness, he transferred the money to Wu Liang in a panic.
Ding! Your AliPay account has received one million yuan.
Wu Liang looked at the crowd proudly.
"Eh, where did my grandson go?"
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