"Zhang Xiucai, go and do something else. This gentleman will be served by me." Zhang Xiucai's body trembled slightly when he heard this, and he turned around and bowed slightly, retreating without saying anything. Except for scholars with great reputation, even if the local county magistrate comes, the boss will not personally receive them. "Who is this young man?"
The tall and thin old man clasped his hands in a salute, and Li Changsheng clasped his fists in return. He felt a trace of hot and dry energy flowing through the old man, and it seemed that he was a practitioner of Tibetan Buddhism. It's just that the flow of energy is sluggish and not smooth. Li Changsheng gave him a silent glance, and his spirit immediately explored the energy in the old man's meridians.
"I am the owner of this shop, sir. Do you want to buy a real brush made of prairie wolf hair?" the old man smiled gently.
Li Changsheng nodded and said, "Exactly. I am planning to buy a set of top four treasures of study as a gift. Please be sure to give me good goods. I am not afraid of the high price of the goods."
At present, this set of four treasures of study only needs ten silver coins. Although it is already a hundred times more expensive than ordinary people use, it is still difficult to give gifts to the owner of the Qian Family Manor. In his pocket, in addition to the two silver coins given by his mother, Shen Ziyu also placed five hundred silver coins in his package. Since his parents are very concerned about the gift, he cannot let them lose face.
"Oh, our shop does have high-quality writing brushes made of wolf hair. There are some noisy people coming and going on the street here, so why don't you follow me upstairs, it's quiet and you can choose them slowly." The tall and thin old man suggested with a smile.
"That's fine!" Li Changsheng happily agreed and followed the boss up to the second floor. The upstairs was indeed quiet and elegant, and on the walls were appropriately hung a few landscape paintings by Zhao Mengfu. A woman with a blue cheongsam and a ball head, her back facing them, was sitting at the window playing the piano. The sound of the piano is melodious, especially as a clear spring flows.
The tall and thin boss led Li Changsheng to sit on a cane chair and personally brewed him a cup of Longjing tea. Then he said to the woman in the blue cheongsam, "Sisi, go and take out those brushes from the safe."
Sisi immediately got up and went out, quickly bringing back seven antique wooden boxes. The stationery store owner opened the boxes one by one, and in each box was placed a brush made of wolf hair.
Li Changsheng picked up the Wolf Hair brush one by one from the box, but there was still a hint of disappointment in his heart. These are all real wolf hair brushes, and the workmanship is very fine, but they still cannot reach the brush he used in Shen Ziyu's study. Li Changsheng didn't know that the brush in Shen Ziyu's study was a state guest gift given to her third uncle by the Mongolian Minister of Foreign Affairs. It was made from the hair on the tail of the Wolf King on the prairie, and was truly the only brush in a million.
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The tall and thin old man had been secretly observing Li Changsheng's expression, and seeing that there was no expression of satisfaction on his face, he asked, "Can these pens still not satisfy you?"
Li Changsheng smiled and asked:“Do you still have a better wolf hair brush that you haven't shown me?"
The stationery shop owner also smiled heartily and said, "When I was young, I also accompanied Russian caravans to the bitter and cold regions of the extreme north, and luckily killed an Arctic wolf king. I made a wolf fur coat and a wolf hair brush, which I collected at home. If you are interested in this brush, I will go home and get it for you immediately."
Li Changsheng hesitated at what he said. Because he knows that Arctic wolves are extremely rare, the quality of their fur is far superior to that of prairie wolves. The Arctic Wolf King has abundant blood essence and excellent fur, which is unparalleled among all beasts. He was afraid the 500 silver coins in his arms are not enough for this brush. Moreover, this item is still the boss's personal favorite. As the old saying goes, a gentleman won't take what others like best.
Li Changsheng was about to refuse when he heard the stationery store owner say, "As long as you are satisfied with my brush, money is not a problem. The sharp sword should belong to the hero to play its role, and the precious brush should also be given to the discerning person in order to play its use value." The store owner observed and looked at Li Changsheng and smiled.
Li Changsheng couldn't help but open his eyes wide and looked up at the tall and thin old man in front of him. He didn't expect such a small place as his hometown, and such a generous and intelligent elderly person. Faced with Li Changsheng's gaze, the stationery store owner felt uncomfortable for the first time in his life, as if his gaze had penetrated into his viscera and soul.
"No merit, no reward. Well, regardless of whether your wolf hair brush can meet my gift requirements, I will help you through this difficult time." Li Changsheng smiled.
The boss shook all over and then suppressed his trembling voice and said, “”Sir, please wait a moment. I'll go home immediately to get that brush. Sisi, please treat the guest for Grandpa.”
The stationery store owner quickly ran down the stairs, shouting as he ran, "Zhao Jie! Zhao Jie! Prepare a car for me right now, and go home!" On the first floor of the store, an elderly man, about 70 years old, wearing a gray coat, gray hair, and a long scar on his face, heard the boss call and quickly ran out of the stationery store.
Zhao Jie now had a calm expression on his face, but his heart was turbulent. He has been with his boss for decades and has never seen him walk in such a hurry and feel flustered. The boss has always been gentle and refined, with a detached and refined book temperament in his bones. He has worked hard all his life, and by this time in his old age, nothing in the world can affect his mood. Is it the young man upstairs who has influenced his mood?
"Boss, who on earth is this young man? Is he an enemy or a friend?" Zhao Jie cautiously asked, calmly driving a black Stephonk bulletproof car. Zhao Jie grew up with a stationery shop owner when he was young, and he was his driver and bodyguard. Zhao Jie has always perform his duty and never spoke too much.
The stationery store owner fell into memories, After a long time, he slowly said: "You are my loyal bodyguard, and I have always regarded you as my family. Our Qian family was famous in Shaanxi Province three hundred years ago. No one dares to underestimate me in the Hubei, Henan, and Shaanxi underworld. I rely on the martial arts of Tibetan Buddhism handed down from my ancestors. Although I don't know the origin of this young man, he can feel the toughness of the brush hair just by holding it, which is a superb internal energy. Just upstairs He saw at a glance that I was in crisis. This perceptual ability far exceeds mine."
Zhao Jie hesitated and said, "Boss, there are many talented people in the world, but this person seems too young, right?"
Qian Sihai still couldn't conceal his excitement: "He has promised to help me through this crisis. Zhao Jie, although you are my bodyguard, I have always regarded you as a brother. You must not neglect this young man! Such people can only be found by accident, and not through seeking. As the saying goes, you cannot judge a person's talent by his appearance! Twenty years ago, you were also present, do you remember the incident of that wandering Taoist?"