"Brother Yang, we're here to help. Ze Feng Zeyun walked over with a smile.

After yesterday's battle, there was nothing to do at the moment, so Yun Lao asked them to come to Nandu. For the next period of time, the two of them will always follow Yang Mo's side.

Helping is inevitable, but the two of them are still selfish.

"Master!" Behind the two of them, Zhang He walked over and spoke respectfully.

"Brother-in-law, you have to talk about it, since you have accepted Zhang He as an apprentice, you have to do it. Our family is counting on Jang Hyuk now. In the future, if Zhang He gives me the town, it will be easier for me to dominate the Zhang family, and I don't have to rely on you everywhere. Zhang Xu said.

"It's true that this time is too busy to ignore you. I'm short of people right now, so let's stay. Zhang He, why didn't Ye Heng come with you?" Yang Mo asked.

The eldest brother left him in the villa, saying that it was not good for the two of them to stick together. Zhang He sighed.

The devil knows what kind of life he has been living during this time.

"Indeed, let's go, and take you to a long experience. ”

The group got into the car and headed to the Nandu Cultural Palace.

This is an ancient palace, which is said to be the Wenhong Hall of the Ming Dynasty, and later rebuilt into a cultural palace, in the most prosperous area of the southern capital, not very far from the commercial street.

However, this place is completely different from the shopping street, and as soon as you get closer, you will have a strong smell of books.

On the wall are all small seals, if you are not a person with cultural heritage, you can't understand it at all.

At the door, no one stopped them, and several people walked in smoothly.

In the huge palace, there are people full of polite people, some people wear glasses, hold bamboo slips, and some people wear Hanfu, talking about Confucian culture, and a few people are appreciating the calligraphy and paintings on the walls.

The people who came here today were all literati from all over the country, either famous or young geniuses, and there were no ordinary people at all. People who have no knowledge dare not come here to get an axe, and they will be embarrassed.

Although the slogan of this exchange meeting is carried out under the banner of literature, it actually covers a very wide range of topics, almost everything related to words is listed, and the people who come are also playwrights, poets and novelists, all of whom are different.

"Brother Yang, what are we doing here?" Ze Feng and the others had a feeling of timidity.

If you are not careful, you will be embarrassed, and they don't even know many world famous books.

"Come and see for a long time. The calligraphy, painting, and manuscripts here have investment value, and if you are lucky, it is not a problem to earn tens of millions with one million. Yang Mo led a group of people into the appreciation hall, and all kinds of manuscripts and books were placed on the desk, even Wang Xizhi's masterpieces.

"Literary and artistic things can also be traded and sold?" Ze Feng and the others exclaimed.

"Of course, the quality of something is determined by its value. Where there is value, there is a price, and where there is a price, someone buys and sells. A lot of people from the scholarly family, who don't have contact with the mall, have a lot of wealth, because their collections have been rising in price. Yang Mo said.

He was sure that a lot of it was for sale.

"I don't know which great writer is here to make a big fuss?"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout not far away, and a young man wearing a white robe and holding an ancient fan in his hand walked in.

"Mr. Lone Mountain is here!"

"Oh my God, it's my idol, I didn't expect to see it here. Mr. Gushan is more bookish than expected. As I walked, I could feel the aroma of ink. ”

"If I can discuss it with Mr. Gushan, I have no regrets in this life. ”

With the appearance of this person, the people in the entire venue were boiling and amazed. Many people even put down their masterpieces and walked up to say hello.

Gu Shan, a famous contemporary poet and essayist. Ten years ago, an ancient essay appeared on the college entrance examination essay and became famous. In the past ten years, countless poems and essays have been written, and any one of them will receive high praise, and his fame is getting bigger and bigger in the literary circle, and he is called the contemporary Wang Bo, the helmsman of literature in the new era.

Over the years, this person has lived in seclusion and rarely appeared in front of everyone, but his reputation has not only not weakened, but has become bigger and bigger.

Gu Shan greeted everyone, walked straight to Yang Mo, and asked:

"This friend, this is a cultural holy place, and the works placed here are all representatives of thousands of years of cultural inheritance. You keep saying that these things are equal to money, and I want to know who you are defiling by this?"

"Mr. Gushan is right, culture cannot be tainted by the rancid smell of money, and those who say such things should apologize. ”

As a literati, how can you say such words? How can such a worldly person write good articles and good works?"

A group of people stood up to echo Gushan and denounced Yang Mo.

In an instant, Yang Mo and the others were isolated, full of taste.

Yang Mo looked at a group of cultural people and said, "I admit that my words just now were a little harsh, but they were all true. Money is a measure of the value of all objects in the world, including human life. Nothing can be discarded unless he is worthless. Even if Mr. Wang Xizhi's work is priceless, there is a certain limit, and there is a number in the auction house. When I say money, I don't mean that you say it is defiled, but that no one can deny that these things can be measured by money. ”

"Jokes, works of art are priceless, timeless, and not measured by money. It is the laity like you and the mercenary businessmen who label the artwork and even put it at auction. Those people only have money and profit in their eyes, and there is no respect for literature and art, but it is tarnished. It is you who use money to make these things that are far away from the mundane smell of copper. ”

Gushan said loudly, his words excited.

He stood up, not because he had a grudge against Yang Mo, but because he wanted everyone to see his attitude towards literature.

Yang Mo smiled: "In Mr. Gushan's eyes, money also smells of stench, right?"

"That's the dirtiest thing in the world," Gushan said. Although I was born into the earth, I will try my best to keep my words and psalms away from the earth, and this is the only thing I can do for them. ”

As soon as these words came out, they won a round of applause. Everyone suddenly realized that Mr. Gushan was far away from the mortal world in order to make his articles more elegant. This dedication to art is beyond their reach.

In the crowd, Little Brown and the half-breeds also heard the noise, and when they saw the two sides of the quarrel, they all laughed.

"Young Master, your guess is very accurate, he actually chased here. The mixed-race man said.

A business tycoon, the company has just started, and he has to face attacks from all sides, but he came to the Cultural Palace, of course, it is not leisurely and elegant.

Little Brown smiled proudly: "It's just that he's too stupid, even if I see Mr. Gushan, I don't dare to make any publicity." The sour breath on the scholar's body can sour his teeth, let's take a look here to see what kind of bloody dog he was scolded today. ”

If he doesn't leave, he will watch the play here, as the so-called show meets soldiers, it is unreasonable. But are soldiers unreasonable? It's not that they're unreasonable, it's that they can't talk about it, and they don't approve of it.

"Yes, I can see that Mr. Gushan's outfit is indeed a master of the world, far from the stinking world, and in your eyes, there is indeed no money and wealth. Yang Mo said with a smile: "I saw clothes that are the same as yours in the mall yesterday, and the value seems to be about 300,000." Not to mention this fan of yours, it is a priceless treasure, and this beeswax bracelet on your wrist is the best of the best, it should be no less than a million..."

commented from beginning to end, everyone's eyes moved little by little, and many people swallowed their saliva. This is what they have been working on for decades.

A trace of anger flashed in Gu Shan's eyes, but it flashed away, and his expression was still faint: "Your Excellency, are you saying that I am a person with a copper smell? The things in my body are indeed precious, but these things were sent by some of my friends. I wear it today, just a random choice, and I don't know the true value of these things. ”

As he spoke, the beeswax bracelet fell to the ground and shattered. In this regard, Gushan didn't blink his eyes. He's telling everyone that he really doesn't care about money.

Another round of applause and praise, nearly a million things are thrown away casually, this kind of behavior can only be done by the world's masters, right?

Yang Mo smiled indifferently, he saw the distress in Gu Shan's eyes.

"Mr. Gushan, you are really very courageous, if it were me, I would not be willing to give up. ”

"The realm and thoughts between people, that is the difference between clouds and mud, this is normal. Gushan said proudly, gently shaking the fan in his hand.

"Yes, the thoughts and realms between people are really different. Yang Mo bent down and picked up the broken beeswax.

Ze Feng and the others were very confused, Yang Mo's identity and worth, would he mind hundreds of thousands of things? Now the benefits distributed every day are tens of millions, and they can buy a large box of these things.

"Since you know that you are wrong, then please apologize for what you have just said, for all the cultural treasures, and for all the literati present. Literature is the noblest thing in the world, and books are the most valuable things in the world, and no one can defile them. "The lonely mountain is loud.

Count yourself as knowledgeable, otherwise Lao Tzu will let you see the power of the tongue.

"It's stupid, asking for it. In the crowd, the half-breed said disdainfully.

Little Brown was silent, he always felt that things didn't seem to be so simple, would Yang Mo be defeated so easily? For the first time, he felt that he couldn't see through this man.