After Lin Yuan made up his mind, he called Bai Shaojie.

Among the people he knows, the only one who can get involved with Wenwan walnuts is probably the calligraphy master Bai Shaojie.

Bai Shaojie had just finished dinner, had just laid out rice paper in the study, picked up the brush, and was about to write a few words for recreation, when he heard the phone ringing.

He usually hates calling when he writes, and the state he has cultivated with great difficulty disappears in an instant.

After answering the phone, it often takes another ten minutes to get back in shape.

Sometimes it may take longer, and sometimes, you won't even be able to get it back.

However, he couldn't turn off his mobile phone as soon as he wrote, after all, in addition to being the president of the Calligraphy Association, he was also famous in many other organizations, large and small, and occasionally some phone calls would come.

If something is delayed because of the shutdown, won't it offend people?

Bai Shaojie listened to the ringing of the phone, frowned, and put the brush on the pen holder with some irritability, ready to answer the phone.

Who knew that when he picked it up, it was actually Lin Yuan calling, Bai Shaojie suddenly smiled, and the irritability in his heart was swept away.

"Mr. Lin, why did you remember to call me today? Is there something going on? ”

"President Bai, I do have something to do, and I want to ask you for a favor."

"What doesn't help? Mr. Lin has something, just ask for it. ”

Since Lin Yuan saved Bai Shaojie's daughter Bai Lu and helped him save 10 million in cash, Bai Shaojie has always been grateful and respectful to Lin Yuan, and he can't wait to help him a few more times and repay this favor.

Lin Yuan said with a smile: "My grandfather's birthday in a few days, he likes to play with walnuts, I plan to send him a pair of better quality, but there is no way." I wondered, you are a master of calligraphy, you must know people who like to play with literature, can you help me introduce them? ”

Bai Shaojie slapped his thigh, laughed, and said, "Mr. Lin, you have found the right person, I really know a few people, and there are good walnuts at home." In this way, you give me a budget, and I will help you ask one by one. ”

"There is no budget, the higher the quality of the walnuts, the better."

Lin Yuan said without hesitation, "Money is not a problem!" ”

"That's easy, I'll get in touch with you!"

Bai Shaojie said, "I have a friend named Tao Zhonghai, who has a pair of town house reds at home, which is called a beautiful one, which was auctioned back from an auction for 100,000 yuan many years ago. If you like it, I'll give him a shot! ”

Lin Yuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked: "Then thank you President Bai, please help me contact me as soon as possible." ”

"Thanks for what? Not! I'll call him right away! ”

Bai Shaojie hung up the phone, and sure enough, he immediately dialed Tao Zhonghai.

Tao Zhonghai had just finished dinner and was reading a book while drinking tea in the study.

When I heard the phone ringing, I picked it up and saw that it was Bai Shaojie, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of my mouth.

"Lao Bai, you, the president of the Calligraphy Association, are a busy man! How can you call me today? Did you write the Heart Sutra that I wanted? ”

Tao Zhonghai occasionally reads books on Buddhism, loves the Heart Sutra the most, and has wanted Bai Shaojie to write one for him several times, but Bai Shaojie has always been too troublesome to write for him.

Bai Shaojie usually writes, which are basically big characters, and a word is only a dozen words at most.

Writing a "Heart Sutra", more than 200 words, is still a fly's head, tired and tired.

The key is that the two brothers have a good relationship, so Bai Shaojie refuses without the slightest psychological burden.

Every time Tao Zhonghai asked him for words, he jokingly said: "If you give me your pair of town house red, I will write it to you!" ”