When Song Ming saw Liu Zhong, the latter was still in a very excited state, which made Song Ming frown slightly.

After four years of getting along, how could Song Ming not know Liu Zhong’s personality? This kid is optimistic and cheerful, but he is a little frivolous. The antique industry is frivolous.

Song Ming is still familiar with antiques. As a master of the literary world, he was involved in more than just piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Especially in the Ming Dynasty, the romantic literati were constantly striving for excellence in their pursuit of life. Therefore, countless fine arts were born in the Ming Dynasty, and no one in later generations were better than those in later generations. The talented man and beautiful woman who were proclaiming themselves were naturally good at this. Although Song Ming did not put too much effort into this, his vision and knowledge were still there, and it was not comparable to Liu Zhong who had studied for a few years.

"Tell me, what's the situation?" Song Ming asked as soon as he got on the car.

"Boss, this is what it is..." Liu Zhong said his experience again, and his very confident and excited appearance made Song Ming frown again. However, he had never seen the real thing, so Song Ming was not able to determine the authenticity. From the perspective of an outsider, this situation was either a small omission or a situation was set up by someone. At present, there were possibilities for both situations.

"That's a Chenghua Doucai, Boss Song Ming, when we learn this industry, you know the price of this kind of utensil!" Liu Zhong said excitedly.

"Let's talk about it!" It's not easy to hit Liu Zhong's enthusiasm, Song Ming smiled and said, "I have 300,000 here, so it doesn't matter if I lend it to you, but I want to be there, how about?"

"Okay, I can relax much more if you have the boss for me!" Liu Zhong was slightly stunned, his excitement slightly reduced.

Looking at the changes in Liu Zhong's expression, Song Ming knew that Liu Zhong misunderstood that he wanted to interfere and maximize his interests, but he didn't say it out loud. If he really wanted to be serious, he really intended to interfere, but it was not this thing, but the antique industry. Although this industry is very deep, it is nothing for real experts. Of course, the premise is that there is enough money to operate. Song Ming had no intention of entering this industry. After all, although he has a little money now, he is really not a big deal in this industry. But recently he feels that the pressure is getting bigger and bigger, so he has been thinking.--.net.

Of course, the pressure comes from the family behind Liu Feifei and Zisu. Their family backgrounds are not ordinary, especially Zisu's family, which is very troublesome to face. The two women's attitude towards Song Ming not only comes from their inner pride, but also from their embarrassment of the three. A large part of them comes from their anxiety about the family. Although Zisu does not speak out, Song Ming has some understanding of Liu Feifei's family background. They have huge energy in Baizhou and even the entire western Guizhou, and the Zisu family is even more so.

Over the past three years, Song Ming has been working hard to prepare for what he is going to face, but these are far from enough.

My inner thoughts are not worth telling Liu Zhong now. After chatting for a while, Song Ming and Liu Zhong found a place to have a meal, and then Song Ming and Liu Zhong came to the antique shop where he was.

"Jubaozhai!" The three big characters on the door plaque were snakes and dragons, with a flowing aura. Song Ming couldn't help but take a look.

"Xiao Liu, where have you been? For so long? The boss has been here for a long time." As soon as he entered the door, a middle-aged man in a long gown was standing next to a square table. Next to him, a half-bian in Tang suit was writing calligraphy.

"Boss?" Seeing the old man writing, Liu Zhong was slightly stunned and hurried over.

Song Ming couldn't help but look at the man who was talking. This person looked good, with a tall and thin figure and a hint of elegance in his face.

"Is Xiao Liu here?" After writing the last word, the old man called the boss put down his pen and smiled, "Old Cui said that a customer came to sell a Chenghua Doucai in the morning, but his taste was too bad and the price was too high. What do you think?"

Liu Zhong was stunned when he heard this. He obviously didn't expect the boss to ask this. He thought about it and said, "Master Cui has a good vision, so he is of course right!"

"What do you really think?" the boss asked with a slightly solemn expression.

"Actually, I think Master Cui is a little over the top. Although his appearance is slightly worse, the price is actually not very high."

"So, do you think it's authentic like Lao Cui?"

"This should be fine!" Liu Zhong glanced at Master Cui and said.--.net.

"Well, give me some ink!" The boss said: "Xiao Liu, learn more from Master Cui. I am very optimistic about you. I am from an authentic professional class and willing to study hard. I will sooner or later have a place in the antique industry!"

When he heard the boss praise Liu Zhong, Master Cui's eyes flashed in his eyes over there.

"Boss, please sit down first, I will grind the ink for the boss. By the way, your calligraphy is good, right? Look at my boss's handwriting?" After hearing the boss's instructions, Liu Zhong quickly agreed and greeted Song Ming.

"Not bad!" Song Ming had already seen the four big characters "High Mountains and Flowing Water" written by the boss. The best rice paper and the brush were also exquisitely made purple-haired pens. The old man's brushwork is good, and it seems that he has been immersed in the ** method for many years. The font structure is plump and the pen tip is bright and vigorous.

"However, there are naturally flaws. In terms of regular script, the font is a bit soft and lacks artistic conception."

"Huh?" The old man didn't care much when he heard Song Ming's previous comments, but he just looked up at Song Ming slightly, but suddenly heard this with a surprising voice.

The rice paper on the table had been replaced, but the old man did not write it anymore and said, "Xiao Liu, is it your friend?"

"Yes!" Liu Zhong replied: "College classmate, a guy from the dormitory!"

“What’s the name?”

"Song Ming!" Song Ming replied: "Hello, boss, I'm disturbing you!"

"We are opening a store to do business, I hope this kind of disturbance!" The boss smiled, handed over a business card, and said, "Thank you, Xiao Song, look at your expression and don't think of my words, why not talk about it?"

The name on the business card is Zeng Quan, director of the Shanghai Calligraphy Association, and the owner of Jubaozhai.

After scanning the business card, Song Ming smiled and said, "The way of calligraphy is not successful. No matter how you write it, it is correct. To put it bluntly, as long as it has a beautiful feeling, it is a good calligraphy. In this way, I will write a few words for Master Zeng Zhai to read!"

"Okay!" Zeng Quan nodded, his eyes lit up slightly, and he felt a little expectant. With his experience and vision, he felt that this person was probably not ordinary at the first sight of Song Ming.

This extraordinary nature is not appearance, but temperament and temperament. Song and Ming were both human beings in their lives and had the identity of a literary master. The temperament and temperament are very comparable to those of people. Although he had never deliberately revealed it, Zeng Quan looked at Song Ming with a different look. At this moment, he saw that Song Ming wanted to write and knew that Song Ming must have the confidence to do so, so he also wanted to see the performance of this young man.

Song Ming picked up his pen, dipped it ink, and hanged his wrist to write, but he didn't see how he made a gesture. The brush strokes seemed to come alive, and wrote four words on the best rice paper: mountains and flowing water.

The characters are still these four, but the images are completely different. The four characters written by Song and Ming dynasties seem to have spirituality. At first glance, you don’t realize it. When you look closely, you have a kind of outspoken temperament and a kind of ancient meaning.

"This..." Master Cui also had eyesight, otherwise it would not be enough to become the Zhangyan master of Jubaozhai, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Good words!" Zeng Quan stared at the four words written by Song Ming for a long time before he suddenly shouted, "Compared to the words of Song Xiaoyou, I really can't be called calligraphy!"

"Zeng Zhai is too humble!" Song Ming smiled. He didn't care about Zeng Quan's praise because he had absolute confidence in his calligraphy, but it was still very useful to win the favor of people like Zeng Quan.

"The mountains and flowing water... Such words are worthy of the meaning of the four words "The mountains and flowing water!" Zeng Quan exclaimed: "I didn't expect that Song Xiaoyou is so young and has such a person in calligraphy. I am really sorry for the old guy like me. I wonder which famous calligrapher Song Xiaoyou studied under?"

Song Ming shook his head and said, "I don't have a master in calligraphy!"

"I'm neglected, Xiao Liu, hurry up and make tea. I'll discuss calligraphy with Xiaoyou Song!" Zeng Quan was even more shocked when he heard Song Ming's words. Then he realized that he was not well received and hurriedly ordered Liu Zhong to make tea.

Liu Zhong went to make tea happily. He knew that Song Ming's calligraphy was very good, but he didn't expect that even the boss, who was a master of calligraphy, would feel inferior to himself.

"This is going to go against the will of heaven!" Liu Zhong murmured. After four years of being together, the boss Song Ming was not only interested in literature. Everyone in Shanghai knows about other things, such as the girl playing various musical instruments, etc. He is the best. Now he knows that even calligraphy is so strong. Is there anyone in this world who can't do anything about Song Ming?

"Come more people like Song Ming, so I don't have to live!" Thinking of the bubble. In this regard, Liu Zhong couldn't help but think of the forum incident that caused a lot of controversy back then. Later, he saw with his own eyes the close relationship between Ye Guping and Goddess Ye and Boss Ye. Unfortunately, he did not get together in the end.

"From what she looked like, it seems that Song Ming boss dumped Goddess Ye!" Liu Zhong still remembered that Ye Guping was famous for her cold and bad temper for a while. Countless people speculated that she had been abandoned. At that time, Liu Zhongzhong sighed and even Goddess Ye could abandon Goddess Ye, and Song Ming was already so awesome.

"Where is Song Xiaoyou?" Zeng Quan sat next to Song Ming on the mahogany chair, his tone was very warm. The name from Xiaosong to Song Xiaoyou, the changes in this are quite intriguing.

"Unemployed vagrant!" Song Ming smiled and said, "Liu Zhong and I graduated together, and we are now living at home!"

"Oh?" Zeng Quan's eyes lit up slightly. If there is no job, it means that Song Xiaoyou has a lot of time and can discuss calligraphy with him from time to time. This is undoubtedly a very lucky thing. Zeng Quan said: "Are Song Xiaoyou interested in coming to work here? You are a person who studies archaeology like Liu Zhong, so Yu Antiques will definitely not be ignorant. I will give you a salary of 10,000 yuan per month plus commission. What do you think?"

Master Cui looked over when he heard this, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"The first person to enter the industry is an apprentice. No matter whether he is a professional or not? His monthly salary is 10,000 yuan. Even now he is just the treatment!" Master Cui was angry. Although his income was more than that small salary, he couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied when he saw his boss offering him a treatment that was exactly the same as him.

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