C28 (2/2)

”Oh, congratulations, congratulations.”

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat and his eyes lit up, ”Manager Fan, good writing is hard to come by and even harder to come across someone who knows how to write.” To tell you the truth, I've been practicing calligraphy for quite some years. This time, it just so happens to be the 70th birthday of a senior. ”It's a pity that I'm short on money. I want to talk about a business deal with you.”

Fan Yidao was taken aback. ”What business do you want to discuss?” he asked in surprise.

”Let me borrow Manager Fan's brush, ink, and paper. We can discuss the price.” Chen Yang said indifferently.

”Are you sure you're not joking?”

Fan Yide looked at Chen Yang, dumbfounded. Ever since he bought that strand of wolf hair, he had always kept it locked in the safe as if it was a treasure. He couldn't even bear to use it, much less lend it to others.

”Of course not. Why don't we just use a similar pen, ink, paper, and ink to write a few words? Manager Fan felt that my words were alright, so we can discuss further. If you don't like it, I will turn around and leave. ”

Fan Yide thought for a moment, then nodded slightly. ”Alright.”

As a calligrapher and collector, Fan Yide had seen a lot of famous calligraphy and paintings, and his scope of knowledge was quite high.

In his mind, if this young man in front of him wasn't bragging, then he must have some skills. Besides, it all depended on his mood. What was there to hesitate about!?

Hearing Fan Yide agree, Chen Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was the fault left behind by the calligraphers in his previous life, he deeply detested poor quality ink and paper, and even felt that touching on the brush was an insult. Such a state of mind made it impossible for him to write well even with his ass.

In this life, Chen Yang had never thought of being a calligrapher, and he was indeed short on money. If it wasn't for the birthday present for Old Man Liu, he probably wouldn't even want to come in contact with paper, brush, and paper.

Although he had to make a move this time, if he could borrow some money, he wouldn't be so happy if he was able to achieve his goal with little money!

Fan Yid led Chen Yang into the manager's office, pointed at the pen holder on the table and smiled. ”Little brother, are you satisfied?”

Seeing this, Chen Yang's eyes lit up and he quickly moved his walking stick over.

”Pine Blossom Stone, Ink Mark, Rabbit Brush, that's enough.”

Fan Yidao raised his eyebrows with a complacent look on his face. He opened the cabinet and took out three pieces of Xuan paper. After laying the xuan paper, he turned his head to Chen Yang and made an inviting gesture. ”Little brother, after you.”

Chen Yang put down his cane and pen in his right hand. Looking at the slightly yellowish Xuan paper, his memories were like those of many years ago.

At that time, he was Fang Gang, a cabinet scholar, and one of the four great calligraphers of the Qing Dynasty. On the surface, he looked free and at ease but his heart was still heavy. Everything seemed as though it was a dream.

When he thought about his great enlightenment before his death, his eyes shone with a bright light. With a flick of his wrist, he wrote it down to his heart's content.

His brush moved swiftly like a dragon and a snake. It was ethereal and hard to find. It was completed in a single breath.

After writing the last word, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even his breathing quickened.

”Manager Fan, what do you think?”

After a while, he didn't hear anything from Fan Yide. He looked up to see Fan Yid staring at the note with his eyes. His face was flushed and his body was trembling uncontrollably. He looked extremely excited.

”Manager Fan?” Helpless, Chen Yang raised his voice and called out.

”Oh, oh.”

Fan Yide finally came back to his senses, and strode forward to grab Chen Yang's hand, exclaiming, ”Little brother, you tricked me so much!” ”You clearly know a lot about calligraphy, but you told me that you know a thing or two about it. This, this …”

Chen Yang did not expect Fan Yidao's reaction to be so drastic, and was immediately shocked.

He scratched his head and said with a dry smile, ”I'm sorry, but this one is definitely out of the ordinary.” He lowered his head to look at the handwriting on the paper, revealing a satisfied expression, ”Manager Fan, I don't think we need to trade anymore. I'll take this letter with me as a congratulatory gift.” Give me a price! ”

”Ah?” ”Please don't!”

Fan Yid got anxious, leaving Chen Yang to open the safe, hurriedly taking out a red box. ”Come, come, let's use this wolf's hair.” ”Little brother, you have to keep Mo Bao. As for the reward, I will be worried about the person who says so.”