When business came, Ma Liang was naturally overjoyed, and he came to buy paintings. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ma Liang's paintings, the smallest of which also cost 10,000 yuan, it seems that yesterday's events are not entirely troublesome.

"So do you want to collect it yourself, or give it to someone, and how much space do you need? Also, for the time being, we only offer ink paintings. ”

Zhao Mingjian and Liang Yunfeng nodded, and then Zhao Mingjian, who was still relatively good at speaking, took the lead in asking.

"Ma Gongzi, do you have any samples here, let's take a look first, because the person we want to send is the same person, and we are afraid of hitting the style."

Ma Liang shook his head helplessly, and replied very simply.

"Nope."

The two were stunned, it was the first time they had heard of such a calligraphy and painting visit, so they asked again.

"What about the finished painting? We can also take a look at the finished paintings. ”

Ma Liang still shook his head.

"Nope."

Zhao Mingjian has a question mark in his head, he is also in the calligraphy and painting business, and Zhao Mingjian is really eye-opening.

"That's nothing, what are we buying?"

Although Ma Liang pretended to be a master of the world on the surface, he was also crazy in his heart by the perverted regulations of this magic pen system.

"The magic pen system stipulates, the third item, the second article."

"Before writing calligraphy and painting, you need to determine the circulation channel, and choose the materials independently according to the era, background, use, personality, sexual orientation and other factors of the recipient."

In the face of this perverted system, Ma Liang was also helpless, so he could only say hard.

"We never write useless words, draw useless paintings, and only when we place an order can we start writing."

Liang Yunfeng, who had not spoken next to him, couldn't listen anymore, no matter how he said it, he was also an official person, and he also had an official rank.

"Mingjian, okay, let's not waste our tongues, anyway, the two paintings don't have much money, just let him paint, if the painting is not good, you should buy a lesson."

Zhao Mingjian nodded when he heard this.

"Then Ma Gongzi will paint us two landscapes, it doesn't matter the location, it can reflect the majesty of the high."

When Ma Liang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy, thinking that his pocket was about to bulge again, so he asked Zhao Mingjian out loud.

"How big is that?"

"Four feet long, two feet wide is fine."

Zhao Mingjian took a sip of tea and said in a low voice.

When Ma Liang heard this, he calculated the area of the painting in his heart, and then had a philistine expression on his face.

"A piece of 80,000 Loulan coins, may I ask the two of you in cash or by card."

"Poof...... Ahem......"

When Zhao Mingjian heard this, the sip of tea he had just drunk instantly squirted out, and then he began to cough violently.

Liang Yunfeng beside him also widened his eyes, looking at Ma Liang as if he was looking at a neuropathy.

After a long time, Zhao Mingjian squeezed a sentence out of his mouth.

"Multi-...... How much money? ”

"80,000 Lou Lan coins a piece."

Ma Liang repeated it again.

"80,000 Loulan coins? Are you crazy? Has your store been approved by the government? Such an asking price is fraud and is a crime. ”

Ma Liang was also angry, and pointed to the perverted price list behind him.

"I said two, the price I wrote clearly in black and white."

"Painting: According to the length and style of painting, each piece starts at 10,000 yuan, and there is no upper limit. [Style: Ink Style]"

"What did I lie to you, me."

Hearing Ma Liang say this, Zhao Mingjian and Liang Yunfeng saw the price list behind Ma Liang.

It may be due to the fact that the sky has not yet brightened in the early morning, the light in the Shenbi Pavilion is not very good, and Zhao Mingjian and Liang Yunfeng did not see the price list behind Ma Liang when they came in.

However, after they saw it clearly, they suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, because such a price is too much higher than the market price, and if you buy a painting here, I am afraid that you can buy a car in other calligraphy and painting visits.

Zhao Mingjian wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and first gave Ma Liang a companion.

"Ma Gongzi, I'm really sorry, I really didn't see this price list."

"But what you say on the price list is 10,000 yuan each, so why do we want 80,000 Loulan coins?"

Ma Liang took out a piece of rice paper that was four feet long and two feet wide.

"This piece of paper is four feet long and two feet wide, and it has an area of eight square feet, and each square foot is 10,000 Loulan coins, so such a large ink painting is 80,000 Loulan coins."

Zhao Mingjian and Liang Yunfeng listened to Ma Liang's words, and they both had the urge to vomit blood, it was the first time he had heard of such a price.

Then I looked at the price of the inscription on the price list, "a thousand words", and suddenly retreated.

Zhao Mingjian turned around and asked Liang Yunfeng.

"Lord Liang, if it doesn't work, let's withdraw, if you buy one at this price, it will be my income for a year, it's too extravagant."

Liang Yunfeng was also shocked into a cold sweat, but whenever he thought of the "willow regular script" and the "official book", he was a little unwilling.

He thinks that even if Ma Liang's things here are ridiculously expensive, there should be some merit for those who can write that kind of words.

So after a period of psychological struggle, he said to Zhao Mingjian.

"No, I'll buy one first, see how he paints, and then you decide whether to buy it or not."

"After all, this is the new official of the county guard, I got the news, this time the new county guard, is also a gentleman who likes ink things, if our things can be appreciated, it should be good for you and me."

Zhao Mingjian thought about it, and indeed as Liang Yunfeng said, he bit his lip ruthlessly.

"Alright then, that's it."

After Liang Yunfeng and Zhao Mingjian finished discussing, they turned to look at Ma Liang.

"Ma Gongzi, so you can paint a picture for us first, and then we will see how the quality of the painting is, and then decide whether to buy it or not."

When Ma Liang heard Zhao Mingjian's words, he was also relieved, but immediately he thought of a question.

"That painting is fine, but I have to know if you are giving it away or collecting it yourself?"

Liang Yunfeng smiled.

"Of course it's a gift, I can't afford to collect such a valuable painting."

Ma Liang also had the urge to vomit blood, because Ma Liang knew another rule of this magic pen system.

"The Divine Pen System Regulations, Article 1 of the Third Item."

"If calligraphy and painting have a special purpose, the recipient must personally open the package."

In other words, if he wanted to give away his paintings, he had to open them by the people themselves, and they, the buyers, would not be able to see the paintings he bought.

Just like Gongsun Lan, it wasn't until the day of the birthday banquet that he saw the congratulatory message opened by the old grandmother.

"Damn, the rules of this pit are really crazy."

Ma Liang had a headache for a while, but he had to say it head-on.

"I'm afraid I can't paint this painting."

Liang Yunfeng was stunned when he heard this.

"Why, you can't paint even if you give money? Do I need to increase the price? ”

Ma Liang shook his head.

"I have rules in this magic pen pavilion, if you collect this painting yourself, I can draw it for you now."

"But if it's transferred to someone else, then it can only be opened and viewed by the recipient himself, so the painting given away by someone can't be painted here."

Liang Yunfeng's hand holding the teacup was a little trembling, and only one sentence in his heart kept repeating.

"Hold back, don't hit him."

PS: I didn't have time to change the second watch today, and I will make up for it tomorrow and strive for the third watch. Ask for recommendations, ask for collections.