"Look at this word, the handwriting is flowing and cloudy, the pen is slender and sharp, but it does not lose strength, in China, can write the thin gold body so well, that is, Yang Lao. ”

He Sihai held a painting and talked boastfully to a bald middle-aged man.

"What, you don't know who Elder Yang is?"

He Sihai looked surprised, as if he didn't know Yang Lao, you dare to call yourself a cultural person?

"No, I ......" The bald man naturally did not admit that he had little knowledge.

"Mr. Yang is a director of the Daxia Calligraphy Association, a famous calligrapher, in short, a lot of honors, I will not repeat them one by one, the key is that Yang Lao is ninety-two years old this year. ”

"I'm so old, no wonder I'm so good at handwriting. The bald man looked at the painting in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was well written.

"Of course, but being older is not just a matter of good writing. "He Si Seagod is mysterious and secret.

"What else is the problem?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Of course it's valuable, calligraphy is a thing, it's all practiced, the older you are, the deeper your skills must be, and the better the words you write.

In addition, you didn't listen to me, is Yang Lao already ninety-two years old? He is so old, and his health is not very good, how long do you think he can live? Calligraphy is also art, you have not heard of it, is a dead artist a good artist? Because when he dies, his work is valuable. ”

......

He Sihai has blown from calligraphy to art, from art to investment, from investment to collection......

The bald middle-aged man was blown a little dizzy.

"How much does your painting cost?"

"I see that you are also a sincere person, and you really like it, I will not give you a false price, I collected it for a thousand yuan, and sold it to you for one thousand or two, you see that I have a child, it is not easy, just let me make a hard money." ”

"Little brother, what you said is not right, who hasn't worked hard these days, you said that you can earn me two hundred yuan for a trip, which is a bit unauthentic. The bald middle-aged man immediately complained.

"Yes, it's not easy for anyone in this society, otherwise, I'll let you sell you for a hundred yuan, one thousand and one. ”

He Sihai kept in mind Liu Xiaojuan's teaching, when selling things, if you can not let customers shout prices, try not to let customers shout prices, because customers have no bottom line.

But obviously, a thousand bald middle-aged men still can't accept it.

After some bargaining, 800 was finally bought by a bald middle-aged man.

He Sihai acted as if he had lost millions, and his heart ached.

And the middle-aged bald man walked away as if he had picked up millions.

Then He Sihai took out a cursive script from the back bag and spread it on the stall.

Teacher Liu, who was paying attention to He Sihai all the time, has such an expression now.

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Watching him sell things is even more exciting than watching dramas.

"Your character is really the character of Mr. Yang, the director of the Calligraphy Association, why haven't I heard of this person?" Mr. Liu asked curiously.

"I haven't heard of it either. He Sihai didn't go back to the tunnel.

......

"Aren't you lying?" said Mr. Liu.

"I'm not happy when you say that, what is it called a lie? What am I cheating? Didn't you look at the name and surname Yang on the calligraphy and painting? The handwriting is so good, it's not too much to call Teacher Yang?" He Sihai said.

"But he is not a director of the Calligraphy Association. ”

"Yes, I'm a stall setter, how do I know so much?" He Sihai said confidently.

......

Teacher Liu has a new understanding of He Sihai, how can there be such a person in this world?

"Mr. Liu, how much does your giraffe sell?"

He Sihai pointed to a woolen giraffe on the stall and asked.

“45”

"I think it's worth ten dollars at most, aren't you lying?"

"How did I lie? I'm all handmade, and this one has taken me hours. Teacher Liu said immediately.

In fact, the things on Mr. Liu's stall are sold at a really cheap price.

Like this giraffe, even if it is sold online, it sells for one hundred and twenty-three, and someone will definitely buy it.

And He Sihai observed Teacher Liu's dress, not like a person who was short of money, and she was also a teacher, and her career was not bad, she came out to set up a stall, maybe it was just her interest.

But the one who should be scared still has to be scared.

"Yes, you also know that it's hard, so I don't work hard? In order to sell a calligraphy and painting, I chatted with him for almost forty minutes, and I didn't charge for hard work?"

"Then your time is worth a lot. Teacher Liu rolled his eyes.

There are not many people patronizing He Sihai's stall, but the turnover rate is high.

Because of these old things, they attract people who have memories and feelings.

And this kind of person, who is a little older, also means that he has small assets.

Coupled with He Sihai's eloquence, a lot of orders were sold in one night.

Even the kerosene lamp that Zhang Haitao picked up to see before was sold by He Sihai for 80 yuan.

I bought it from a restaurant owner, and he "thought" that it would be very emotional to put it in a restaurant.

When he left, he also left his contact information, hoping that He Sihai would contact him again, and he would buy a few more.

However, the biggest sale was Mr. Yang's calligraphy and painting.

"Teacher Liu, I have always known that you are a teacher of Thirty-two Middle School, but I don't know what your name is?"

In his free time, He Sihai talked to Teacher Liu.

"Pingshui meet, why do you want to know my name?" Teacher Liu put down the work in his hand and looked at him a little vigilantly.

The main thing is that He Sihai is too good at talking, too good at talking, and in one night, I don't know how many people he "deceived".

"Meet me, my name is He Sihai, and this is my daughter He Tao. ”

He Sihai didn't care either, and pointed to the peach that was squatting next to him playing with a green-skinned frog.

Teacher Liu glanced at Peaches and then at He Sihai, and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart.

He Sihai doesn't look very old, but his daughter is so old.

However, she was not an eventful person, and she didn't ask, but said softly: "Liu Wanzhao." ”

"Good name. He Sihai immediately praised.

"Where's it? Tell me. Liu Wanzhao put down the work at hand and asked with a smile on her face.

"Sounds good. ”

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"No culture. ”

Liu Wan glanced at him.

"Hehe, for the gentleman to hold the wine to persuade the sun, and leave an evening photo among the flowers, the last two sentences of Yulou Spring and Spring Scene, it seems that the elders who named you are as cultured as me. ”

Liu Wanzhao was surprised when she heard this.

"I didn't expect you to know this poem. ”

"Of course, but don't you think that your name is very consistent with the artistic conception of the calligraphy and painting of "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water", do you want to buy it back?"

......

"Where does it fit?"

"There's a sunset. ”

Liu Wanzhao silently picked up the needlework on the stall table.

"No, isn't it too expensive? I sold the painting for 800 before, and this calligraphy and painting is more than that painting, how about I sell you for 750?"

Liu Wanzhao had the urge to pick up the ball of thread and smash it on his face.