Some of the people present laughed and some were angry, but Zheng Yun ignored them and continued to ask for brushes.

Zheng Yun was a customer after all, and the clerk saw that Zheng Yun was angry, so he couldn't say anything else, so he took out a pen and handed it over.

Zheng Yun took it and looked at it, and directly took off the cap of the pen to open the pen.

The clerk was taken aback, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, and said, "Sir, this one thousand and two branches, if you open a pen, you will have to ask for it!"

Although Zheng Yun's cultivation has improved, he can't stand the other party's repeated stimulation, and shouted: "Roll the calf!"

The clerk was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything more.

Zheng Yun asked the clerk to prepare paper and try the pen.

When everything was ready, Zheng Yun did not soak the residual glue on the brush hair, and directly dipped it in ink to write.

Many people had heard that Zheng Yun claimed to be a master of calligraphy, and they all came up with great interest to watch the excitement.

However, Zheng Yun did not write seriously, but only drew a few lines on the paper to test the performance of the pen.

He found that although the brush was not particularly ideal, it was still good and could be used daily. However, the paper was almost meaningless, and the ink was too heavy.

"Is there any good paper?"

"Yes, Hongxing collectible-grade special clean rice paper, 36800 a knife!"

The clerk was very dissatisfied with Zheng Yun's attitude just now, and deliberately said the treasure of their town store at this time, deliberately stimulating Zheng Yun.

Zheng Yun also saw that her face was as heavy as a block of ice, and her tone was disgusting as if she had eaten, but there was no need to compare with a female clerk, and said, "Take one and I'll try it!"

"I'm sorry sir, this kind of high-grade paper costs 368 yuan per knife for a hundred pieces, and there is no scattered test paper!"

"Then get me a knife!"

That's 36,800 knives, no matter how bold the clerk is at this time, he doesn't dare to give Zheng Yun this kind of collectible rice paper.

Zheng Yun also understood her better, took out 40,000 cash from his bag, and said, "It's okay to take a knife, right?"

When I saw the money, what else did I say, especially the kind of treasure in the town store that I almost didn't use for myself, most of them were bought as gifts, and I couldn't sell much in a year, so it was very happy to be able to sell a knife.

Her attitude changed immediately, and she resumed her sweet service and immediately went to get the paper.

As soon as the onlookers saw Zheng Yun come up, they bought more than 30,000 knives of paper, and they couldn't help but discuss:

"Is this a calligrapher?"

"Pull it down, how can there be such a young calligrapher!"

"He bought such expensive paper just to test his pen?"

"Who knows, if you have money to burn, whatever, he burns him, let's see the excitement!"

Wait until the paper is brought, but see that the packaging is really exquisite, the outside is a brocade box, the inside is a high-end handbag, and then the inside is a beautiful wrapping paper, as well as a certificate of authenticity.

Speaking of which, who can usually use this kind of paper to write and draw, 368 one, write a bad stroke, draw a wrong place, and a piece of paper will be wasted.

In particular, many calligraphers do not always play well when writing for others, and it is common to write several times, and it is too distressing to write 368 on a piece of paper.

The onlookers had never seen such an expensive paper, and they all stared at the paper closely, and some even got closer to take a closer look.

But seeing that the paper is white and delicate, as the saying goes, good paper is like cloth, and the sound it makes is really like cloth under shaking.

After laying out the paper, Zheng Yun dipped it in ink and tried it, and as soon as he put down the pen, he lost a piece of it.

"What kind of paper is this? Is it more than 30,000? Liar!"

The clerk was in a hurry, how could she afford this kind of wrongdoing, and hurriedly asked Zheng Yun to look at the anti-counterfeiting marks such as certificates.

Zhang Yuan leaned into Zheng Yun's ear and whispered, this kind of paper is shengxuan, which was originally used for painting, and is not suitable for writing.

If you write cursive or large letters, this kind of raw propaganda is okay, but if you write small characters, it will not work, and you must have half-cooked rice paper.

Because rice paper is too expensive, few people who practice calligraphy use rice paper, and they all use raw edge paper, which was the same when Zheng Yun was a child.

Therefore, he didn't know much about the paper properties of rice paper, and after listening to what Zhang Yuan said, he nodded.

And those onlookers saw that Zheng Yun didn't even understand the paper, and claimed to be a master of calligraphy, so they naturally began to laugh at him in their hearts.

Zheng Yun grabbed it casually and threw the paper on the table into a ball.

There are a lot of people who know how to paint at the scene, and I feel so distressed when I see it, and I think how good it would be if this paper was for me to draw, this loser!

Zheng Yun asked the clerk for half-cooked rice paper, and the clerk said that they had medium-rare, medium-rare and medium-rare here, and asked Zheng Yun what kind of rice paper he wanted.

Zheng Yun hasn't tried it either, how can he know, at the moment, he said that he would try every kind of knife.

The three-knife paper is 100,000 yuan, and Zheng Yun didn't bother with it, and transferred it directly.

The clerk was overjoyed, thinking that the money had been given, and he had to ask for it if he didn't want it!

The clerk doesn't care if you are a loser, you are willing to spend money, and they will give it to you.

This time, Zheng Yun asked the clerk to open the three kinds of paper at the same time and experiment together.

When the three pieces of paper were spread on the table, Zheng Yun first dipped in ink, dotted a dot on each paper to see the effect of the ink, and then wrote the word Miss on each piece of paper.

This time, he wrote in capital letters, mainly to look at the characteristics of the paper, and he didn't write seriously at all, and the words were really ugly.

When everyone saw it, they were so distressed by the paper that they all thought to themselves, so they wrote this broken word, and wrote such vulgar words as "Miss", and dared to call themselves masters of calligraphy? Why do you want to use such expensive paper? If you have money and nowhere to throw it away?"

After this experiment, Zheng Yun finally selected a kind of medium-rare rice paper, felt that this kind of paper had the best effect, and asked: "How many of this kind of medium-rare are there?"

The clerk was stunned, and when he heard Zheng Yun ask again, he said, "Thirty dollars." ”

"Well, keep it for me, and I'll take it with me when I'm done buying something else. ”

Thirty dollars, one million, the clerk couldn't believe his ears, and hesitated for a long time before agreeing.

Because different types of brushes are needed to write different sizes of characters, Zheng Yun saw that there were a total of about 200 brushes of all models in the counter, and he wanted them all at the moment.

At this time, the boss heard that someone was buying goods in large quantities, and he was so excited that he came out to serve them personally.

The pen and paper are set, and the next thing is the ink.

Zheng Yun used to use ink to practice calligraphy, but when watching TV or something, he used inkstones and ink strips to study ink, and he was also equipped with a scholar to serve him, which seemed very particular.

Therefore, he also decided to buy inkstones and ink strips.

"I don't know what price you need?" asked the boss very attentively.

"Just take out the good ones. ”

"Okay!"

The boss answered, personally took an inkstone, and after opening the brocade box, Zheng Yun saw that it was really beautiful, and the price was only 58,000 yuan, and he agreed to ask for it immediately.

An inkstone piece is enough, and the next step is to buy ink strips.

As a result, each piece of one or two pieces of pine smoke ink cost eight thousand, and Zheng Yun bought thirty-eight.

It's not that he wants to buy such a disgusting quantity, it's that the boss only has so many goods.

The onlookers saw that Zheng Yun cleared the warehouse for each item he bought, and couldn't help but look at each other, both surprised and inexplicable.