Slush Zhai is located in the middle of Jiangzhou North Street, the location is very conspicuous, and the shop covering an area of nearly 300 square meters also seems very wide, with a posture and a very grand style.

There is a couplet hanging on both sides of the door: there are ink treasures in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there are no white dings in the southeast and northwest.

Horizontal plaque: Feihong treads the snow.

This couplet is the handwriting of the famous calligrapher Fu Shancao, which is worth thousands of times, and is the signature that Slush Zhai is proud of. Usually, there are scholars who come to run over, stand at the door, look up, in order to figure out and learn the handwriting of famous masters, and look fascinated and inspired.

On the first floor of the store, the walls around the store are covered with all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, one by one, neatly hung, and customers stand below to watch, some like it, some want to buy, ask the guy to take it down.

-- There are three floors in the slush shop, and the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the first floor are basically works on consignment, and the prices are relatively low; the works sold on the second floor belong to the famous calligraphers and painters, and the prices will naturally be much higher; as for the third floor, the works of famous artists can only be put up, and idlers are not allowed to go up.

The three floors are managed by three shopkeepers.

Wang Fu knows the shopkeeper on the first floor, named Li Xueye, and his name is very elegant. He is also a showman, but he couldn't pass the exam after more than a dozen subjects, and when he got older, he died of the heart of the imperial examination, and came to Slush Zhai to be the shopkeeper on the first floor. Although the monthly salary is not much, there is a lot of gray income in addition, and life is good.

Hearing Wang Fu's recommendation, Li Xueye raised her head and glanced at Chen Jianchen, and said lightly: "Then please take a look at Chen Gongzi's pen and ink." ”

His attitude was not enthusiastic, nor indifferent, but decent, routine. In fact, he didn't have much friendship with Wang Fu, but Wang Fu often came to him to buy calligraphy and paintings, and he was just a regular customer.

This kind of human face is already very thin, not to mention that Chen Jianchen is just a disciple of a poor family? If it weren't for the name of a boy who tried first in the three attempts, he might not have bothered to use the word "please". You must know that in order to let their pen and ink hang on the wall of Slush Zhai for consignment, those scholars usually have to lose their smiling faces and say good things.

Chen Jianchen was a human being in two lifetimes, and he had the city in his heart, and he looked at them one by one, and passed the words over quietly.

Shopkeeper Li took it, spread it out and looked at it, groaned slightly, and was about to say evaluation, when he looked up and saw a group of people walking into the store, he hurriedly threw the words and ink in his hand, walked up quickly, nodded and said, "Wu Gongzi, you are here." ”

He threw the words and ink casually, but fortunately, Chen Jianchen was quick and copied it, otherwise he would fall to the ground. Chen Jianchen's heart was on fire, in fact, even if the shopkeeper Li said that the words and ink were not good, and he couldn't consign it, he wouldn't feel anything, but the other party wasted the words he had worked so hard to write so casually, and there was no respect at all, but it made Chen Jianchen's face cold.

Shopkeeper Li didn't pay any attention to him, and his whole energy was already on the rich boy who was surrounded by four servants in front of him.

This rich boy is dressed in a precious brocade robe, with a silk belt around his waist, hanging a palm-sized piece of Hetian jade, wearing a scarf on his head, and an orange and yellow jade inlaid on it, shining brightly.

The son is quite handsome and elegant, very tall, standing there, like a jade tree in the wind. It's just that the arrogance on his face naturally exudes makes others dare not get closer.

Syllable!

Childe opened the folding fan in his hand, shook it gently, and said proudly: "Shopkeeper Li, business is very good today." ”

Shopkeeper Li smiled and said: "Gongzi Xie praises! Dare to ask Gongzi if he has come to take Mobao today? Don't you know, Zhang Gong in the south of the city and Yang Gong in the west of the city are eager to buy Gongzi's Mobao, and the deposit is ready." ”

Childe said calmly: "My son is in a good mood and can write a few words...... I'm here to write today, so I'm going to do it on the spot. ”

Shopkeeper Li was overjoyed: "Please, son, please the third floor." ”

Run to the front to lead the way, look at his courteous appearance, if there are no rules, I am afraid that I will take him upstairs directly.

After a while, Shopkeeper Li returned to Chen Jianchen's side, and immediately put back the "business-like" face on his face, and said slowly: "Chen Gongzi, your painting is still a little level, and our store can collect consignment." So, how much do you price?"

Chen Jianchen held back his anger and said in a deep voice: "Consistently." ”

It has always been a thousand dollars, which is equal to a silver ingot. This price is very high in the consignment market.

Shopkeeper Li glanced at him with some surprise, and then sneered in his heart: another stunned young man who doesn't know the height of the sky, fledgling, his heart is higher than the sky, and he thinks that what he has written is Mobao. Hmph, you have no fame or background, no matter how good your handwriting is, who will appreciate you? Spend so much money to buy it? When your words and ink are ignored and reduced to waste paper, you will know that the world is difficult......

However, the author's pricing is purely free, and he didn't say much, he has seen many examples of this before, and in the end, almost without exception, they all ended in disgrace.

At that moment, the shopkeeper Li immediately wrote an agreement, and after the two parties had no objection, they signed it on the spot.

According to the agreement, Chen Jianchen's words are consistently priced, and they can be consigned for ten days in Slush Zhai, and if they can be sold, Slush Zhai can get a consignment fee of 100 yuan. During this period, Slush Zhai should protect the consignment works, and if they are damaged or damaged, they must be compensated at half price......

The agreement also stipulates that Chen Jianchen must also pay a framing fee of 50 yuan.

The money is paid and the agreement is officially in effect.

Chen Jianchen and Wang Fu said goodbye and went out.

Out of the outside, Wang Fu whispered: "Liuxian, that son just now is the eldest son of Wu." ”

"Master Wu?"

Wang Fuyi stomped his feet: "It's our classmate, the former Zhizhou, the son of Wu Wencai, who is now the secretary of the Imperial Court's Ministry of Rites." Somehow, he didn't even come to the academy to report now. ”

Chen Jianchen sighed and asked, "He is very good at calligraphy?"

Wang Fu looked around at no one and said in a low voice: "He writes in cursive, and it is said that after he writes it, basically no one knows it." ”

Hearing this, Chen Jianchen couldn't help but laugh dumbly: although Wang Fu said it very vaguely, the meaning was very clear. After thinking about it, I understood the trick: those buyers who dare to love the words of Wu Wencai's son competing for a high price are actually drunkards, not about wine, but about human relationships.

A word, a sum of money, a favor.

The curves and curves here are very clear.

Wang Fu said again: "It is said that Wu Gongzi can be a tribute student and go to the capital to study in Guozijian, but he stayed in Jiangzhou, presumably for the sake of Miss Nie's family. ”

Chen Jianchen smiled: "Brother Futai, you understand it very clearly. ”

Wang Fu was a little embarrassed and said, "Inquire more." ”

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