"Ten years old?"
"No way. He can write such beautiful words at the age of ten.”
"When I was ten years old, I was still playing with mud.”
"What a coincidence. Me too."
The passersby exclaimed.
"He probably comes from a scholarly family.”
"Yes, that's right. He has a good background and is talented.”
"How enviable."
The old man was also very surprised. He did not expect a ten-year-old youth to be able to write such handwriting.
He couldn't help but feel excited and asked,""Little kid, how much are you going to sell this painting for?”
Hong Chen said without hesitation,"The painting of Mountain Ends in White Day costs five hundred taels of silver, and the painting of Heaven's Vigor costs one thousand taels of silver."”
"Hiss…"
The surrounding passersby gasped.
The atmosphere suddenly became so heavy that one could hear a pin drop.
The passers-by all said," This ten-year-old kid doesn't know anything. How dare he ask for a thousand taels of silver!"”
"Tsk tsk, what an exorbitant demand.”
"He must have gone crazy thinking about money. How would he know how much a thousand taels of silver is?”
"Tsk, do you really think it's cheap to make money? Then wouldn't I be able to make a fortune by casually drawing on paper?”
The old man didn't say anything and fell silent.
Hong Chen turned a deaf ear to the surrounding voices and said,""If you don't know, you'll feel that it's expensive. If you know, you'll naturally feel that it's worth it.”
"I can only tell you that this is my first time selling calligraphy and paintings, so it's cheap.”
"In the future, just the two seal marks on the calligraphy and painting will be worth a thousand taels of gold!”
The surrounding passersby burst into laughter, and then more and more people gathered to watch.
"What seal? Let me see."
"No second place in Wen? What an arrogant tone!"
"Who is Master Red-Dust? Never heard of it, never heard of it."
"An unknown scholar actually dares to ask for a thousand taels of silver for a painting. Who gave him the guts?”
"This ten-year-old kid wrote it. I'm afraid he's crazy about money.”
Hong Chen rolled his eyes."Wild boars eat chaff, they don't even know what's good for them."
"Disperse, disperse! It's up to you whether you want to buy it or not. Don't stand here and be an eyesore!”
" Huh?" The passerby exclaimed," Little bear child. You're not old, but you have quite a temper."”
"I'm not leaving. I want to see if anyone wants to buy your calligraphy and painting!”
"Hehe, how could anyone buy a painting written by a ten-year-old child and sell it at such a high price!”
Before he finished speaking, the old man who had asked the price earlier said,"Young man, did you really write this painting?”
Hong Chen nodded.
"Then you are that Master Hong Chen?”
The old man asked again.
Hong Chen nodded again.
"Why are you called Master Red Dust? Aren't you only ten years old?”
Hong Chen said," After experiencing a hundred lifetimes, the mortal world is rolling. Now that I've returned, I'm still young.”
A surprised expression flashed across the old man's eyes. The gaze he used to look at Hong Chen once again faintly carried a trace of respect.
"I'll buy both of these paintings.”
the old man suddenly said.
The bystanders were shocked.
"Someone is really buying it?"
"Rich man, 1,500 taels of silver for the handwriting of a ten-year-old child.”
"Wait a minute, this old man looks familiar…"
"Isn't…isn't he the famous calligrapher in the capital, Luc Xizhi?？”
"What…is this for real? He's the 'Sage of Calligraphy' Luc Xizhi.”
"Is this for real? The Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi, actually spent 1,500 taels of silver to buy two paintings written by a ten-year-old child?”
It was as if a bomb had been thrown into the crowd, and thousands of waves erupted.
"Earlier, you said that a ten-year-old child was scribbling. Are you going to slap your face now?”
"The Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi, is right.”
"It can only mean that this child is a genius. No wonder he said that the two seals on his painting are worth a thousand taels of gold.”
Another voice sounded from the side.
"Little friend, I'll pay two thousand taels of silver for your two paintings!”
A fat and plump middle-aged man with a big body and a round waist, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, squeezed into the crowd with difficulty and squeezed out a smile towards Hong Chen.
"The boss of Hanlin Pavilion is also here to buy paintings!”
"Heavens, this is unbelievable."
"I'll pay 2,000 taels of silver for one of your paintings.”
At this moment, another well-known rich merchant called out a price.
"Little friend, hehehe, I didn't bring much silver with me today. Three thousand taels of silver, can I buy two of your paintings?”
A third wealthy merchant joined the bidding.
The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded by the reversal of the situation.
The calligraphy and painting that the ten-year-old boy had written, which was originally not favored, was actually fought over by wealthy businessmen.
The most important thing was that the Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi, actually paid to buy the calligraphy and paintings of a ten-year-old boy.
What did that mean?
This meant that even the Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi, felt that this ten-year-old youth's writing was good!
Otherwise, why would he pay for it?
More and more businessmen were competing for Hong Chen's calligraphy and paintings, and Hong Chen was very happy.
However, Hong Chen still decided to sell the two paintings,'Celestial Sprint' and 'The Mountain Ends in Daylight' to the Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi.
For the first painting, Hong Chen's goal was not to earn money, but to build his reputation.
Obviously, although selling the calligraphy to the Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi, would earn him less money, he would definitely gain more reputation than selling it to a businessman.
As long as his reputation spread, the calligraphy and paintings would sell better and the price would be higher. Money would also come in endlessly!
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