Chapter Eighty-Eight: The World Is So Small

"Wang Tian, if your handwriting is just averagely good, I think we can take risks together, maybe we can make more money, but your handwriting should not be said to be in the current Chinese book world, even if it is placed in Chinese history. If I let you miss the opportunity to become famous because of me, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life, so I want to make the whole thing clear to you and it is up to you to choose. ”

Wang Tian smiled, how could he not understand Liu Lingshuang's words?

"Sister Ling Shuang, it's still the same sentence I just said, this matter is far less important than you imagined for me. I didn't think that I would make money by writing calligraphy for the rest of my life, or that I would become famous by writing calligraphy. ”

Wang Tian thought about it and decided to make his words clearer, so that Liu Lingshuang could understand what he meant, but as soon as he said this, Liu Lingshuang was even more confused.

"Wang Tian, what do you mean by this, don't rely on calligraphy to become famous?"

Liu Lingshuang didn't understand, she could write well, why didn't she rely on this to make money, and the important thing was that she didn't rely on this to make money, what did she rely on to make money? She knew that Wang Tian used to work on the construction site, so could it be said that she would not write calligraphy and go back to the construction site to move bricks in the future?

What kind of kidding is this?!

Don't talk about those big words that revolutionary work does not distinguish between high and low, just talk about making money, before I transferred 200,000 yuan, if I just moved bricks, how long would it take to earn it?

It was impossible for Wang Tian not to understand this, but why would he say such a thing?

Wang Tian grabbed his hair, he couldn't say anything about the system, and he really couldn't tell Liu Lingshuang that his goal was Confucianism, and the calligrapher was just one of the skills he had to become a Confucian-a person who was not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, was he embarrassed to say that he was a Confucian?

Wang Tian originally thought that he would be able to explain this matter clearly, but after opening his mouth, he suddenly realized that there was no way at all.

"Sister Ling Shuang, you just need to know that my goal is not to become a calligrapher, copying scriptures is just a way for me to make money, to be precise, or at this stage to make money, or in the future, I will have other ways. ”

"The Shi Zheng you are talking about, no matter how great his ability is? I don't want to be a person who sells words for a living at all, what can he do to me?"

"To make money, I think it's better to cooperate with you, at least from the current situation, whether it's that Zhao Yu or this more powerful Shi Zheng, they can't provide me with better conditions than you, right? ”

When Liu Lingshuang heard this, she couldn't help laughing.

Although she didn't know why Wang Tian said that he would not make a living by selling words in the future, he was not wrong at all in terms of making money, and it was far more profitable to cooperate with himself than with Shi Zheng and others, Shi Zheng and they would definitely take out their fame to tempt Wang Tian to "sign" the unequal treaty, and jam all the words written by Wang Tian for copying, and the final result was that they made a lot of money, and Wang Tian could only drink a sip of soup and become their "working boy".

"Wang Tian, I don't know why you said that you don't care about fame. Liu Lingshuang thought about it for a while, raised her head to look at Wang Tian, and said very seriously, "It seems that you have thought about this matter very clearly, since this is the case, then I won't say anything else, whether it's Zhao Yu, Shi Zheng or whoever it is, how about we do it well?"

"Sister Lingshuang, I like your words very much!" Wang Tian stretched out his hand and said to Liu Lingshuang with a smile, "Come, let's shake hands." ”

Liu Lingshuang smiled, nodded, and stretched out her hand to hold Wang Tian tightly.

Wang Tian gave Liu Lingshuang the scripture he copied yesterday, and carried new paper or something, left Qingfeng Library, and went to Song Yun's calligraphy and painting room.

"Huh?!"

"You're here?"

"I had something to do last night and didn't get your call, but I got you back in the morning and didn't receive it?"

Wang Tian took out his mobile phone as he spoke, looked at it, and found that he did reply to Song Yun's message, but she did not reply to herself.

"I got your message. Song Yun pointed to the sofa opposite, "Sit down and have a cup of tea together." ”

Wang Tian sat down, Song Yun looked like she had something to say to herself.

The tea smells faintly fragrant, and it tastes fragrant on the cheeks.

Wang Tian took a small sip, his brows furrowed, at first, he was not used to drinking tea, but now, he is slowly getting used to it, and even feels that this thing is far better than Coke.

"Wang Tian, let me tell you something. ”

Song Yun put down the teapot and glanced at Wang Tian, as if she was a little hesitant, but immediately took the conversation again.

"There is a person named Shi Zheng in Ninghua City, their family runs a large calligraphy and painting shop, and many calligraphers and painters have close contacts, including our family, there is a lot of energy in the entire circle of Chinese calligraphy and painting trading, directly speaking, this family has a great lethality to people who have just entered the industry and have no background. ”

"Yesterday, Shi Zheng's grandson, Shi Zhu, asked me about you, saying that he wanted to invite you to dinner, including your mobile phone, but I refused. ”

"It's a little bit inappropriate for me to think about this later, but this is an opportunity for you after all, so I'd better tell you. ”

"What do you think? If you are willing to contact the other person, how much will be arranged. ”

Song Yun picked up the teacup and smelled the faint aroma, although Tang Ling let herself reject Shi Zhu directly, but after thinking about it for a night last night, she felt that she should talk to Wang Tian, if he was willing and had ideas, she would talk to Shi Zhu.

Wang Tian spread his hands, this world is too small, or the energy of Shi Zheng's family is also a little bigger, first directly looking for Liu Lingshuang, and then finding Song Yun's head after hitting the wall.

"Wang Tian, let me tell you clearly, this matter is risky and beneficial, it depends on what you think. ”

Wang Tian shook his head, there was nothing to think about this matter, or he had already thought about it a long time ago.

"Ignore the family. ”

Wang Tian briefly talked about Shi Zheng finding Liu Lingshuang, and at the same time told his decision.

Song Yun didn't say anything after hearing this, she didn't want people like Wang Tian and Shi Zheng to get mixed up, Wang Tian was different from herself, there was no strong family support behind her, once she dealt with someone like that, she would be eaten to the point that there was nothing left, originally she planned that if Wang Tian planned to contact Shi Zheng's family, she would intervene, no matter how she couldn't let Wang Tian suffer, but now of course it's better, staying away from people like Shi Zheng is the most correct choice, Wang Tian obviously has a clear mind in such a matter.