Knowing the situation of the Hao family, Mencius felt regretful, he originally wanted to meet with the author, if he could talk, he could help the author and increase his popularity, so he didn't have to rely on copying other people's works for a living. But I didn't expect this to be the result.

Anyway, Meng Zitao still wanted to see Hao's house to have a look, so under the guidance of the store, he came to Hao's house.

Meng Zitao knocked on the door, but no one came to open the door for a while, is there no one at home?

After waiting for a while, no one opened the door, Xiao Likai said, "Did you accompany your wife to see a doctor?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Meng Zitao heard the sound of coughing coming from the house, and realized that the old man was deliberately avoiding him.

Meng Zitao said loudly: "Uncle Hao, we are here for the calligraphy left by your son, and there is no malice. If we come to you for trouble, I will be able to find you even if you move. ”

Seeing Meng Zitao say this, Uncle Hao finally came out and opened the door.

The old man looked haggard, he glanced at Meng Zitao, felt that Meng Zitao was a little kind, let down some vigilance in his heart, and asked a little uneasily: "Are you really here for my son's calligraphy works?"

Meng Zitao smiled and said, "If we want to lie to you, we don't have to find this reason, right?" ”

"Then why did you buy my son's calligraphy?" asked the old man again.

Meng Zitao smiled: "I read your son's calligraphy, and I think it is good and collectible." ”

The old man was very proud of his son's calligraphy, and when he saw that Meng Zitao did have the idea of buying his son's calligraphy, he hurriedly invited them into the house.

After entering the house, Meng Zitao looked around, the house looked a little old, but it was very clean, and there was no strange smell.

Uncle Hao invited everyone to sit down, made a cup of tea for everyone, asked everyone to wait for a while, and said that he was going to get his son's calligraphy.

Meng Zitao opened his mouth to stop him: "Uncle, your son shouldn't have left only two or three works, won't it be a little troublesome to take them all over the place." ”

Uncle Hao was a little surprised: "Are you going to buy all my son's works?"

Meng Zitao smiled: "If you can meet my requirements, this is not unnecessary." ”

"Really?!" Uncle Hao was quite excited when he heard this, and his voice was a little louder.

Meng Zitao smiled and nodded.

Uncle Hao hurriedly said, "Come in with me." ”

Uncle Hao took everyone to a small study, which was full of papers and scrolls, in addition, there were several calligraphy works hanging on the wall, without exception, they were all the same author, Uncle Hao's son, and the calligraphy level was very high, what moved Mencius even more was that the author was outstanding in cursive and calligraphy.

Meng Zitao felt that Uncle Hao's son was a pity, with his talent, if he could get systematic training and achieve much higher achievements than now, maybe there would be a calligraphy master with a disability in the country.

Meng Zitao asked the old man to take out his son's works one by one to admire, and made comments from time to time. Finally, at his request, the old man took out all the imitations made by his son.

Meng Zitao asked a question that everyone wanted to know: "Uncle, how could your son come up with the idea of making imitations?"

"Hey," Uncle Hao's expression was a little gloomy: "Since the death of my daughter-in-law, my son has been blaming himself for not being able to make money to treat his daughter-in-law. ”

"Before he died, he had been studying how to imitate well, and there were only three or four hours a day to sleep, and he didn't listen to my advice, so to speak, he was sick because he was too tired. ”

In the end, Uncle Hao is very sad, and the biggest pain in life is nothing more than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

Meng Zitao said: "Uncle, the past is over, let's still look forward." ”

Uncle Hao nodded yes, he is now the pillar of the family, and he can't fall down easily, otherwise leaving his bedridden wife and grandson who is studying will be cruel to them.

Meng Zitao said: "Uncle, I have appreciated all your son's works, except for a few works that are written more casually, everything else meets my requirements. ”

For Uncle Hao, this sentence was like a sound of heaven, and he even doubted whether he was dreaming, and he repeatedly confirmed it, so he believed it.

After that, the old man cared about the price, he believed that his son's calligraphy was very good, but his son was not a celebrity, and he was a little puzzled about the price.

Meng Zitao thought about it for a while and said, "Uncle, let me take the liberty of asking you, how much did you generally sell to others in the past?"

When the old man saw Meng Zitao asking, he was vigilant: "Why are you asking about this?"

Meng Zitao smiled and said: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to refer to it, of course, it doesn't matter if you don't say it." ”

Uncle Hao saw that Meng Zitao didn't seem to have any malice, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I usually sell cheaper, there are thousands, and there are more than 10,000 yuan, which is also what my son confessed before his death, saying that he did this, even if the other party came to the door, he would generally not treat me as an old man." ”

Uncle Hao's son is indeed very smart, under normal circumstances, the deceived person really will not do anything to the old man for this money, at most it will lose money.

Meng Zitao smiled and said: "Uncle, a total of 800,000 yuan, I will pack these calligraphy works of your son and take them away, what do you think?"

Uncle Hao was stunned, the bottom price in his heart was only two or three hundred thousand, but he didn't expect Meng Zitao to give him eight hundred thousand, which made him really hard to believe.

"Little brother, did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong?" Uncle Hao's lips trembled a little because of excitement.

Meng Zitao said: "You heard me right, I did say 800,000 yuan, this is not that I am willing to be wronged, but your son's work is indeed worth this price." ”

After that, Meng Zitao made another analysis. The level of these works is very high, if you add Meng Zitao's publicity recommendation, let alone 800,000, it is normal to triple or quadruple. Of course, this is because he has the channels, which can bring these works back to their rightful value.

"Little brother, you are a good person!"

Uncle Hao had tears in his eyes, since his son's death, he was under a lot of pressure, if it weren't for the support of faith, he would have collapsed long ago. The 800,000 yuan given by Meng Zitao is life-saving money for him, at least he has no worries until his grandson graduates.

Uncle Hao excitedly wanted to kneel down for Meng Zitao, but Meng Zitao reacted quickly and grabbed him: "Uncle, don't do this, let's take what we need." ”

"Little brother, I'll say more else, I will always remember your kindness. Uncle Hao swore solemnly. 2k reading web