Wang Tian followed Tang Ling to the building of the Academy of Arts, walked to the innermost, pushed open a glass door, and entered a large house, the layout was very simple, in addition to the large table, there were large and small shelves and the like, on which were piled with all kinds of papers and paintings, and the air was filled with the fragrance of ink that made people feel refreshed when they smelled it.

"Xiao Ling'er, you're here!"

Song Yun saw Tang Ling and a tall young man coming in, and hurriedly stepped forward.

Wang Tian followed the voice and looked over, a young girl was walking over, far less beautiful than Tang Ling, but the warm temperament on her body was very eye-catching.

"Wang Tian, this is Song Yun. ”

"Song Yun, this is Wang Tian, you think about Wang Tian day and night. ”

Wang Tian almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, what is this introduction, thinking about it day and night, it seems that he and Song Yun have something to do, and the pity is that the two have never met before.

"You are Wang Tian?"

"The legendary concubine of Tang Ling?"

Wang Tian was stunned, he didn't know what to say for a while, he said this more violently than the other, how could he stand such an innocent little Zhengtai?

"Phew!"

"What kind of concubine are you!"

Tang Ling's face flushed and glared at Song Yun fiercely.

Wang Tian shook his head, this style of painting is really unimaginable, who could have imagined that a proud son of heaven like Tang Shanling would look like this in private.

"Wang Tian, didn't you say you wanted to write?" Tang Ling's cheekiness was not as thick as Song Yun after all, and after a few sentences, he decided to shift the topic to business, Song Yun didn't make trouble when she heard it, she was curious about Wang Tian's writing for a day or two, and now she has the opportunity to see it, and she will continue to make trouble.

Wang Tian nodded, looked around, you have to find a big table before writing, this thing is not easy to find in other places, but in Song Yun there is no shortage at all, there is one in the corner, go over and clean it up, take out the scroll and pen and ink inkstone from the backpack and open it and put it away.

"Chengxintang's paper?"

"This is the duanshuo of the Eight Classics. ”

"The best and most luxurious. ”

"This ink strip must be a hundred years old, although it is not tribute ink, but it is definitely a fine product!"

Song Yun is a knowledgeable person, Wang Tian shuddered every time she took out a piece, she is a master of calligraphy, these things can't be unseen, and there are also in her hands, the problem is that who is so casually stuffed in the backpack, all have to be carefully protected, not to mention anything else, the inkstone is made of stone, and if you accidentally knock off a piece, wouldn't it be completely ruined?

Wang Tian grabbed his hair, these were all given by Liu Lingshuang, he thought it was an ordinary thing and put it in his backpack at will, but now when he heard Song Yun say this, it seems that they are all good things.

"How much are these things worth?"

Wang Tian didn't know about Chengxintang, Duanyan or anything, so he simply asked directly how much money he had, so it was more direct.

"How much?"

"You're asking how much these things are worth?"

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Wang Tian to ask such a question, how could a person who could write well not know these things, let alone ask such an "amateur" question.

"I don't know these things. Wang Tian spread his hands, he didn't know just didn't know, he wouldn't pretend to understand for the sake of face.

"Okay!"

Song Yun was really defeated by Wang Tian now.

"These things are really not very rare, and there are quite a few of them. ”

However, this is not to say that any person can buy it, you must know that the good things in the world, no matter what they are, will not produce too much, but there are many people who want to get it. ”

Wang Tian nodded, this truth is not complicated, tea is also such a truth, he once heard of a thing, some excellent tea, the core production area of pure handmade, a pound can be sold for 200,000 sky-high price, this price is very expensive for ordinary people, but there are more rich uncles in the world, not to mention 200,000, even if two million eyelids do not bring a blink, the problem is that these people have money in their hands and have no place to buy, those tea have already had the owner.

Money is everything, but there are some things that money doesn't necessarily solve.

Song Yun said that these pens and papers are the same thing.

"These things you take out are not big road goods, nor are they the best treasures, but ordinary people really can't buy them, because as soon as these things come out, they will be taken away by those who have a way. ”

Song Yun looked at Wang Tian as she spoke, Tang Ling had actually begun to "study" the moment she entered the door with people, tall and strong, with an iron tower-like body, the whole person was tanned, this is nothing, some people are naturally rough, the problem is that the knuckles are thick, take a closer look at the calluses and cracked wounds, no matter how you look at it, she is a person who does heavy work, how can she write Shen Du's pavilion body? Not to mention that he doesn't know the origin and value of the pen and paper he took out, this is completely raw melon and eggs, but if Du Lan and Liu Lingshuang are there, they will definitely say that people are absolutely not good-looking at this time, Wang Tian, this kid is this urine - except for writing well, he doesn't understand anything else!

Tang Ling laughed secretly, Song Yun wrinkled her brows, she definitely didn't believe that Wang Tian would write well, to be honest, if she hadn't seen the words Wang Tian wrote in class with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it if she was killed.

"How much are these things worth?"

Wang Tian didn't know what kind of thoughts Song Yun was thinking in his heart, but even if he knew, he didn't care about these things, what he was most concerned about now was the price.

"Little 100,000 can't always run. ”

Song Yun estimated it and gave a price.

Wang Tian was startled, pointed to the pen and ink on the table, and said in disbelief, "These things have to be sold for 100,000 yuan?"

"The small 100,000 yuan is the cost price, if it is sold in the store, 150,000 or 60,000 yuan will definitely be sold. ”

Wang Tian was speechless, could it be that these things were made of gold, they looked inconspicuous and were worth hundreds of thousands, Liu Lingshuang didn't make it clear when she gave it, if she broke it, how could she find money to pay for it?

"It doesn't matter how much it's worth. Tang Ling waved his little hand, "Wang Tian, didn't you say that you took over the job and were going to copy the scriptures?" Now that everything is ready, it is better to start!"

"I'll polish your ink. Song Yun's eyes rolled a few times, stepped forward and picked up the ink strip, added water to the inkstone, and grinded it skillfully.

"Okay, trouble, I'm really not used to this thing, how convenient the ink is.

Wang Tian breathed a sigh of relief, he had never done this thing before, he really didn't know how to do it, and it was really good to have someone to do it for him now.

Song Yun's hand shook, and the ink strip almost flew out - how could a master say this?

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