Chapter 6 The Hermit in Qingshan!

Qinjialou.

If you want to say which store on this street is the most famous, it is of course Qinjialou at the intersection.

A single-family three-story building with carved beams and painted tiles, antique style.

Apart from anything else, Old Man Qin's appearance is much more impressive when it comes to collecting scraps.

Of course, Qin Hong's acquisition station is not here. The Qin Family Building is just one of Qin Hong's properties. While others were still wandering in the scrap pile, Qin Hong had already started to get involved in the antique business.

There are a lot of people coming in and out of the door, most of them tourists from out of town. Stores like this usually sell animals but not familiar ones. They specialize in tricking foreigners. It is said to be an antique shop, but it may be difficult to find a few genuine items inside.

Anyone who wants to come to a place like this to pick up missing pieces is either a real expert or someone who has read too many online novels.

There were quite a lot of customers in the store, but Chen Muyu was so ordinary that no one came to greet him when he entered. He was not polite and went directly to the second floor.

"Sir, do you need anything?"

The second floor was a little more quiet. A female clerk in a skirt saw him and twerked over with a professional smile on her face.

"Where's your boss?"

Chen Muyu tightened the bag on his shoulders and took a look at the woman in front of him. She was in her early twenties, pretty and had a good figure.

The female clerk's eyes fell on Chen Muyu's backpack. She had seen many people like this, and most likely she wanted to take action.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

The female clerk asked cautiously.

Chen Muyu shrugged and happened to see a familiar figure coming down the stairs.

"Hey, Fat Tiger!"

Chen Muyu quickly stretched out his hand and shouted.

The man was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Chen Muyu. He couldn't help but frowned and walked over with a dark face.

"Brother Teng, this gentleman wants to see the boss!"

The female clerk quickly explained. The name Chen Muyu just called made her laugh a little.

After waving her hand, the female clerk walked away knowingly. Teng Hu looked at Chen Muyu with a dark face, "I hate people giving me nicknames!"

Chen Muyu sneered, "Don't be so serious, it's just a joke. Where is Mr. Qin? I'm looking for him!"

Teng Hu glared at Chen Muyu, as if telling him that I am an emotionless killer.

"Come with me!"

The cold words were followed by a cool look from Chen Muyu's back.

Chen Muyu followed closely, but he was cursing secretly in his heart, "Pull on and off, when I make money, I will buy you directly, and then I will let you fuck my toes every day."

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The third floor is relatively spacious and the furnishings are relatively simple. The corridor connects an office and a living room.

There are several large vases in the office and several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which look quite similar.

There was no one, but the sound of someone talking came from the living room next to it.

"Wait here, Master Qin has guests, and I don't have time to see you right now!"

Teng Hu pointed to the sofa next to him, left a cold word, and turned around and left.

"How rude!"

I cursed in my heart, there wasn't even anyone serving tea or water, so why didn't I have noodles?

He took a glass of water from the water dispenser next to him and sat on the sofa. Chen Muyu was not in a hurry and waited slowly.

The old man Qin Hong didn't know who he had arranged to talk to, and laughter could be heard from time to time in the living room.

Chen Muyu was not embarrassed to eavesdrop, so he glanced over and saw a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

"God rewards hard work, humanity rewards kindness, and business rewards trust!"

Twelve-character cursive script, with bold fonts and thick brushwork, has a bit of a Jianghu style.

The frame is neat and gorgeous, and it is hung in the most conspicuous place. Qin Hong must like this calligraphy very much.

I took a closer look and saw that it was signed Qingshan Hermit.

never heard of that!

Even though Chen Muyu was an outsider, he could tell that although this character could be considered a masterpiece, it probably wouldn't be among the famous.

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Item: 1 piece of ordinary calligraphy and painting!

Introduction: Written by Qin Hong, Qingshan City...

Owner: Qin Hong

Completeness: 100%

Acquisition: 20 Wealth Value

Recycling: Not owned by the host, the system cannot recycle

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A message appeared in his mind, and Chen Muyu couldn't help but reveal a bit of teasing on his lips. It turned out to be written by the old man Qin Hong himself.

The scrap price is only worth 20 yuan!

To be honest, it's quite surprising that the old man, who has no culture, could actually write this calligraphy like this. It seems that his impression of Qin Hong is a bit stereotyped. As the saying goes, the old man is not simple.

"What are you looking at? Do you understand?"

An old-fashioned voice came from the side.

Looking back, Qin Hongzheng opened the door and came in, followed by a rich old man.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Muyu looking at his calligraphy. Qin Hong was quite happy. This was his proud work. Hanging it here not only allows him to appreciate it, but also allows others to appreciate it.

Qin Hong didn't pay much attention to Chen Muyu. An ordinary college graduate might not even know what he wrote in cursive.

Chen Muyu turned back to look at him, not angry, "I can barely understand a thing or two. The calligraphy of this painting is vigorous and free. I already have some basic skills. It should be considered as a master's degree..."

Qin Hong was pleased with the first half of the sentence, but when he heard it later, his taste changed, and his old face darkened instantly.

"Humph, pretending to understand when you don't understand, that's nonsense!"

Seeing Qin Hong's dark face, Chen Muyu was actually happy, "Master Qin, don't be unhappy. Although the cursive writing in this painting is grand and clear, there is a bit of gangsterism in the atmosphere. The writing force is thick and heavy, like holding a knife and gun, wide open. Yes, but this word is written in a business letter, and the meaning of the word conflicts with the meaning of the pen. It seems that the person who wrote it clearly did not understand the meaning of this letter, and must be a crude and shallow person..."

Qin Hong's face became darker and darker, and his words sounded like he was scolding himself.

When he scolded a bald man in front of a monk, it looked like he did it on purpose.

"Hahaha……"

Qin Hong was about to have a fit, but the fat old man next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You are a crude man, yes, yes, what the little brother said is absolutely true!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Hong with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Chen Muyu then pretended to be surprised, "Mr. Qin, could it be your handiwork?"

"snort!"

Qin Hong was so angry that he snorted. He walked behind the desk and glared at Chen Muyu, "You are so young, you know nothing about calligraphy, but you can speak it with your mouth!"

Chen Muyu was very happy in his heart, but his face remained calm. Just as he was about to pretend to express his apology, Qin Hong picked up the paperweight on the table and threw it aside, "Why are you looking for me? If you fart, hurry up!"

This little brat actually said that his calligraphy was crude in front of others, but it made his face feel hot. He already disliked Chen Muyu, and now he didn't even have a good face.

"Didn't I tell you last night that my grandfather left something that neither my father nor I understand? The only person I know who has a sharp eye is you, Mr. Qin. Now I'm short of money, so I took it I want to give you two things to Mr. Qin. If appropriate, help me realize them..." Chen Muyu said with a smile.