Chapter 264 Beating the local tyrants
There was a farce in the antique market, and the news that the rags were flying back spread throughout the Xiaonanmen Market.
When Lu Fei and others returned to Wenbaozhai, a large group of old guys had been waiting for a long time.
"I'll go, rags fly, are you turtle still alive?"
"Oh no, it's really you. I thought you had forgotten about us old guys."
"Hey, why are you back alone? Where is that old bastard Meng Xianguo?"
Lu Fei liked this atmosphere very much. He and these old guys were all on the same page, and there was no pressure at all when chatting together.
"Haha, of course I am alive and well. If you don't wait until you die, who will write you an elegiac couplet!"
"Bah, bah, bah, he's spouting feces. Where's that old man Meng Xianguo?"
"Haha, my old Mengtou is very fulfilled. He counts money every day until his fingers are weak. He has so many good things to get his hands on. He makes more money in one day than you make in a year."
"When I recruited you, you all pretended to be in competition with me. There will be times when you will regret it."
What Lu Fei said was true, but these old guys didn't believe it at all.
Putting aside everything else, the big bag of junk must be searched.
Unfortunately, they were still a step too late. Lu Fei took off his backpack and handed it to Liang Ruyi. The old guys were so angry that they couldn't do anything.
Seeing their deflated looks, Lu Fei couldn't help but chuckle.
After entering the store, a few packages of China Overseas Special were thrown on the counter.
The old guys were fuming, and the miserable Zhao Qingfeng once again played the role of the waiter in the tea and water shop.
Lu Fei took out the ivory fan bone and placed it on the counter. Liang Ruyi and Song Xiaojiao gathered around Lu Fei.
As for the other students who came together, they had already fled away when they saw that the situation was not going well.
Lu Fei mixed a little potion, dipped a wet paper towel in the potion and gently wiped the fan bone.
What Ivory fears most is water, but the potion prepared by Lu Fei is foolproof.
Not only does it not harm the ivory itself, it also does not damage the ivory itself.
The pulp won't hurt at all.
After wiping, the dirt on the fan bones faded away, revealing a light yellow color, but the thick patina was intact. A group of old people were amazed, and Gao Henian directly took advantage of it and took the remaining potion for himself.
Because of this, the old guys almost went to war again.
A bunch of old guys were noisy and noisy like children. Song Xiaojiao and Liang Ruyi looked at them and doubted their life.
After cleaning, the fan ribs were placed on the pen stand to dry naturally. Lu Fei asked Gao He Nian for some rice paper and expertly framed it, and then used special glue to stick it to the fan ribs. The fan was finally finished.
A bare fan surface would definitely not work. Lu Fei asked for a brush and Gao Henian polished it himself.
Lu Fei personally wrote a seven-rhythm birthday greeting with his pen dipped in ink.
"The east wind brings warm peach blossoms and smiles, and the whistling of ancient trees covers the broken buildings.
When spring comes to the world, the swallows and magpies dance, and the king comes to the thatched cottage with joy and sorrow.
The eagle spreads its wings and soars into the sky, and the old vulture soars across the sky.
Drunk and admiring the sunset, the pines and cypresses smile, and you will be blessed with longevity like the East China Sea. "
Lu Fei finished it in one go, put the fan aside to dry naturally, and went to the sofa to smoke and wait.
But the old guys surrounding the fan exploded.
"Damn it, thin golden body!"
"Damn it, Bao Bao Fei actually wrote such good handwriting, why the hell are you going to let people live?"
"Damn it, there's nothing else he can't do!"
Lu Fei wrote in wild cursive, and the two beautiful girls couldn't understand it at all, and they had no idea about fonts.
In Song Xiaojiao's eyes, Lu Fei's handwriting was sloppy and slender, and it didn't look like it was written by a man. But why were old men like Mao so excited?
Song Xiaojiao curiously asked Gao Henian. The old man explained clearly, and Song Xiaojiao opened her mouth in surprise.
To the extreme.
The Thin Gold Body is thin but not dry, dry yet powerful, and the brush strokes are smooth and agile. It is also called Tianhe Bone Body. It is a very special style of writing created by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
Since Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, thin gold calligraphy has been widely circulated and has been copied by countless calligraphy enthusiasts.
But over the years, it has been imitated but no one has ever surpassed Song Huizong's charm.
At present, there are many people in China who use the Slim Gold Body, and the leader among them is undoubtedly Kong Fanlong's young apprentice Jia Yuan.
But Lu Fei's handwriting skills seemed to be better than his master, far better than Jia Yuan's. ??
A group of old guys admired this fan. Suddenly Gao Henian's eyes lit up, he pulled a piece of rice paper and came to Lu Fei and said coquettishly.
"Bashao Fei, why don't you write one for me too?"
"My requirements are not high, just write a Diamond Sutra, which is only over 5,000 words."
"Hold!"
"Hello, do you still want some Bilian? With more than 5,000 words, do you want to be exhausted and fly away? Get out of here."
"Hey, Tao Bao Fei, old Gaotou is too shameless, let's ignore him."
"My requirements are much lower than his. I won the prize by writing a piece of "Li Sao" for me. It's less than 3,000 words. How about it?"
"Get the hell out of here, you two old beasts are simply inhuman, and I seriously despise you."
"Baolanfei, don't be like them. You can only speak a thousand words when you open your mouth or not. Old Bilian doesn't want it anymore."
"My request is more realistic. I want to give you a piece of "Lanting Preface", which is more than 300 words and can be finished in minutes."
"I want "Man Jiang Hong" by Yue Pengju."
"I want Ouyang Xiu's "Die Lian Hua"."
"I want"
"Shut up, everyone." Lu Fei scolded with a smile.
"If you want my word, it's no problem. One word is five hundred thousand, and I won't refuse anyone who comes."
"Well, let's start with the one with the fewest characters. Whoever wants "Man Jiang Hong", I'll give you a fraction of two hundred words. I'm ready for 10 million. I'm waiting for you at any time!"
"puff!"
"Hold!"
"I don't want it anymore."
"Baosha Fei, you turtle has a black heart, go to hell with you."
Lu Fei chuckled.
"It's okay if you want it for free. If any of you get upset, I'll write you a couplet for free."
"My day!"
I have been chattering with the old guys all morning, and it is almost noon. The old guys will definitely not miss the opportunity to fight against the rich.
Carrying the tatters, Fei took two beautiful girls to a newly opened seafood restaurant outside the antique market.
Bianliang City is far away from the coastline, so eating seafood here is a luxury.
The most common swimming crabs and yellow croakers are twice as expensive as those in coastal cities. It's like drinking blood.
However, the old goods are not satisfied with these "civilian ingredients".
Each and every spot is all imported.
Australian abalone, Australian lobster, king crab, tuna, etc. The two beautiful girls were stunned to see such shameless and bottomless food.
But Lu Fei really doesn't care about this little money. He hasn't seen each other for many days. As long as everyone is happy, that's better than anything else.
After ordering the dishes, I asked the chef to make a large carp from the Yellow River and gave it to the waiter Zhao Qingfeng.
Next, order drinks. These old guys are in trouble.
The best liquor in this seafood restaurant is Moutai Wuliangye Jiannanchun, which is completely ineffective in attracting local tycoons.
Ever since, the old guys who had taken advantage of Lu Fei targeted Lu Fei's luxury car.
As we all know, the good wine never runs out on the junk car, and that is the real good stuff.
