Chapter Two Hundred and Six: Disturbed Hearts

A hundred words in one word, not too much, no less, but it is like a watershed. Below 100 texts, they basically belong to the level of word craftsmen, and they are not known to everyone, and they are just mixed to eat; above 100 texts, there is a difference, and they have the qualifications to become a rookie and have good development prospects.

Taking Gu Wendao as an example, he has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, and he has also apprenticed to many famous masters, so he has practiced a good hand of pen and ink. Even so, he didn't dare to write a single word when he was free, so he shouted the price of hundreds of words.

Of course, with his family background, he doesn't need to sell words to make money and make a living. Usually, it is basically between friends, rewarding each other, giving calligraphy and paintings, etc.

But for the market situation, Gu Wendao understands it. Naturally, he knew the weight of Baiwen's paintings, and he didn't believe that Ye Junsheng's words were so valuable.

"If this son is really as capable as he is, why don't he dare to fart when he is driven off the ship? One word, a hundred words, write a few more, and accumulate it, how can the family wealth be less, and how can he behave so downwardly?"

Many questions swirled in his mind, and Gu asked for wonder and annoyance - a kind of anger at being slapped in the face, I thought that the other party was just a down-and-out scholar, but at present, it doesn't seem to be the same thing.

He was desperate to find out what the facts were, otherwise he would not be reconciled.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the fine willow alley is extraordinarily lively, but lively but not mixed, but overflowing with a sense of elegance. All the people who came here to buy calligraphy and paintings at this time have a certain background and know how to read and etiquette. It's completely different from the street outside, and it's very mixed.

A few days before the Chinese New Year is the peak season for calligraphy and painting sales. Needless to say, other calligraphy and paintings that can be used to hang in halls and studies are also very popular. Many rich and noble families will come to buy and buy back to appreciate and play.

At least it can be used as an ornament, right?

Whether you really appreciate it or if you are vassal, it is not elegant, anyway, customs and habits determine the market.

Fine willow lane belongs to the calligraphy and painting monopoly, the grade is high, the price is expensive, and ordinary people rarely come here. They basically go to the street to buy couplets, find temporary stalls, and ask the scholars who set up the stalls to write, and the prices are not much cheaper.

With the advent of another New Year, there are quietly more couplet stalls on both sides of the street, on which sits a poor scholar in simple clothes, and the four treasures of the study room are opened, and you can start making a living.

Ye Junsheng will never be unfamiliar with this. In the past, he ate almost like this, and spent the most difficult year.

The ordinary people bought couplets on the street, and the rich and noble people went to the fine willow lane, walked into the decorated calligraphy and painting shops, and looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.

Gu asked the party and rushed over. On the way, by asking Ah San Ah Si, who had arranged to follow him before, Gu Wendao already knew that the shopkeeper Yan was not from a strong fast, so he went straight to the destination - "Congratulations to Miss San, go all the way." ”

As soon as I came to the door of Weinongzhai, I saw that the shopkeeper Yan was coming out and sending people to the sedan chair. The man was graceful, a young woman, but unfortunately he was a step late, and he didn't have time to get a smile, and the other party had already entered the sedan chair. The waiting sedan chair driver immediately exerted his strength and carried the sedan chair away.

On the side, another beautiful maid accompanied her.

Such a battle is obviously a certain lady.

Seeing off the distinguished guests, the shopkeeper Yan had a full face, as if he had just made an extremely good business, and he was in a very happy mood.

Turning around, Gu Wenwen and his party had already walked into the store.

Another guest came to the door, and it was really good business today.

The shopkeeper Yan was overjoyed and hurriedly greeted.

"I heard that your account has a calligraphy for Ye Feng, where is it? ”

Speaking of which, Gu Wendao has not seen Ye Junsheng's pen and ink with his own eyes.

The shopkeeper Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "This son is unlucky, our store does sell Ye Feng's calligraphy, there are three in total, but they have all been bought just now." ”

Gu Wenwen was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses: No wonder this old man hurriedly came to Ye Junsheng before, and quickly bought the other two characters, it turned out that someone had booked them.

What kind of person actually bought Ye Feng's three characters in one go, which is very unreasonable.

According to the usual practice, if the purchase price is 100 yuan, the selling price is at least doubled, and it is possible to sell it at least 200 yuan, or even higher. In this way, the total of the three characters is more than 600 yuan. Maybe the money is not too much, but compared to Ye Feng's obscurity, this expenditure is obviously a little unusual.

Ordinary people buy calligraphy and paintings, if they are only for the sake of vassal elegance and are not very rich, such people will buy the works of people who are not famous. But the most they can do is buy one, and if they have money to spare, they will choose other people, so this is diversification.

Hanging on the hall, it looks good and has rich layers. If you hang it for a long time and get tired of it, you can replace it and put it in the box to collect it to see if there is room for appreciation in the future, which is considered an investment. In case the author is in high school, or becomes famous, the value of the old work will naturally multiply.

It's just that the big waves are sweeping the sand, and such a situation is a small probability event.

And those with a solid net worth rarely show favor for unknown authors, and most of them directly buy famous authors at a high price. In this way, it has to be set off with identity and enough grade.

Among them, the ancient question can be described as clear. Because of this, he wondered, who asked, "Who bought it?"

Hearing his abrupt question, Shopkeeper Yan suddenly became a little alert, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, as if he had seen it not long ago. After thinking about it seriously, I have an impression: In Ye Junsheng's house, aren't these people all there? Could it be that they are Ye Junsheng's friends?

The shopkeeper Yan came and went in a hurry, just to buy Ye Junsheng's remaining two characters as quickly as possible, and he had no time to take care of other situations, so where did he know the details inside? ”

Hearing this, Gu Wendao almost ran away. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly raised his hand and took out an ingot of silver, about two or two: "Shopkeeper, if you are willing to say, this ingot of silver is yours." ”

"This son, please respect yourself, is the old man such a profit-seeker......"

Syllable!

And he added a mina, a greater one, at least five taels.

"Of course, since the son is bent on fists, the old man can also tell one or two ......"

Actually, these days, where is there any real ** saying?

In the end, Gu Wendao finally inquired about the origin of the guest who bought Ye Junsheng's three characters. After listening to this, his head buzzed, and he became even more confused.

"Miss Guo San, the pearl of the Guo family, a wealthy family in Yangzhou...... She also has an identity, that is, the fiancΓ©e of the second son of Ximen, and she is actually such a woman who has the insight to buy Ye Junsheng's three characters in one go...... Was it a whim? ”

Somehow, Gu asked a heart, and it was even more chaotic.

(To be continued)