"Old man, your name is Luc Xizhi, right? 1,500 taels of silver, and the two paintings are yours.”
Hong Chen rolled up the two paintings and handed them to the old man.
The old man was the famous calligraphy saint of the Great Gan Dynasty, Luc Xizhi.
" You're right, young friend." Luc Xizhi took the calligraphy and paintings and said," These two paintings are indeed worth more than 1,500 taels of silver."”
"I won't take advantage of you."
"How about this, I'll buy your painting for ten thousand taels of silver. I don't have that much silver on me, so you can go to my residence tomorrow to withdraw the money.”
Luc Xizhi said nonchalantly as he stuffed the two paintings into his sleeves.
Ten thousand taels of silver!
More and more bystanders nearby gasped when they heard this.
Ten thousand taels of silver was equivalent to one thousand taels of gold.
One tael of silver was equivalent to a thousand copper coins, which was also known as a string of copper coins. Ten thousand taels of silver was something that many people present could not imagine.
It was just two paintings written by a ten-year-old child.
Luc Xizhi said," You should be able to find this old man's residence if you inquire about it. Come and find this old man tomorrow."”
Then, Luc Xizhi turned around and left.
Hong Chen watched the old man's back as he left, and a trace of admiration rose from the bottom of his heart.
As the saying went, scholars despised each other, but Luc Xizhi didn't.
As the famous Calligraphy Saint of the Great Qian Dynasty, he was willing to spend 10,000 taels of silver to buy his calligraphy and paintings. His sincerity and magnanimity were admirable.
After Luc Xizhi left, everyone surrounded Hong Chen.
"Little brother, why don't you write me a calligraphy painting too?”
"Yes, yes, I will definitely treat it as a family heirloom.”
"I'm so poor. Master, can you give me a painting so that I can feed my family?”
The passersby begged Hong Chen one after another.
Hong Chen snorted coldly and asked loudly,""Aren't you ashamed? You actually begged a ten-year-old child!”
"Look at all of you. All of you have hands and feet. If you don't have money, go earn it. If you want my calligraphy and painting, spend money to buy it.”
Hong Chen chased away all those thick-skinned people who wanted to take advantage of him.
The fat boss of Hanlin Pavilion walked forward with a smile and rubbed his hands."Little brother, do you think I can reserve one of your paintings?”
" Yes." Hong Chen nodded and said," Prepare the money. I'll go to your residence when I'm free."”
" I only have ten paintings at the moment," Hong Chen said loudly." If you want them, prepare the money and book them in advance."”
"What? Only ten?"
"That's too little."
"Oh no, I might not be able to snatch it?”
"If he only wrote ten paintings, the price of one of his paintings would definitely rise again.”
The wealthy merchant who wanted to buy Hong Chen's calligraphy and painting wailed.
Someone advised Hong Chen to write a few more calligraphy paintings, but Hong Chen declined with the excuse that the calligraphy paintings were naturally made.
In reality, Hong Chen deeply understood the principle of things being precious when they were rare.
No matter how good his calligraphy was, if there were too many of his paintings circulating in the market, they would not be worth much.
Moreover, Hong Chen had only spread the word that he would only write ten paintings, creating a state of hunger and tension in the market.
It would be the same if he secretly leaked a few more paintings.
Hong Chen did not expect to meet the Sage of Calligraphy, Lu Xizhi, today.
He had perfectly sold his first painting and earned a reputation. In the future, his paintings would be easy to sell.
When fame came, money came rolling in.
Hong Chen parted the crowd and hailed a carriage, preparing to return to Chen Manor from the market.
The carriage was bumpy all the way, and it took them a long time to return to the Drunken Immortal Restaurant near the Chen Manor.
Hong Chen, who was sitting in the carriage, opened the curtains to take a look and discovered that the carriage had actually driven out of the city.
"Stop the car!"
Hong Chen's heart sank slightly as he hurriedly cried out.
The coachman continued driving.
Hong Chen immediately lifted the curtain of the carriage and shouted,""Stop the car!"
The carriage chuckled and pulled the reins, stopping the carriage.
At this time, he had already brought Hong Chen to a small forest in the outskirts of the city.
"Didn't I say I'm going to the Drunken Immortal Restaurant?" Hong Chen asked with a dark face.”
A hint of greed flashed in the eyes of the horse groom with a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks. He said,"Master, before I send you to the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, can you give me a few paintings?”
Hong Chen's eyes revealed a trace of mockery as he asked,""Are you trying to blackmail me?"
"Hey, Master, don't talk nonsense. How can this be called extortion?"”
"Then what should I call it?"
"Helping others is fun! Helping others for pleasure!”
The coachman emphasized each word.
"Actually, as long as you move your brush and write a few paintings, you won't lose anything.”
"As long as you write it, I guarantee that I won't touch a single hair on you and will send you back to the Drunken Immortal Restaurant intact!”
Hong Chen laughed loudly.
Hong Chen's small face turned cold after his laughter was withdrawn. His eyes were filled with ridicule as he said,"Who do you think you are? You dare to threaten me alone?”
The coachman was stunned.
A ten-year-old boy was acting arrogant with him here?
The coachman pulled the horsewhip, a ferocious expression on his face.
"Brat, are you too arrogant to understand the situation?”
"Now, it's just the two of us, and you're alone. Are you a match for an adult like me?”
"I forgot to tell you, I'm also an expert at the fourth level of the Body Tempering stage!”
The coachman said fiercely.
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