Chapter 148

"What's wrong?"

Peng Guo didn't say yes or no, and asked a question instead.

"If you want to use it, it's a little wasteful. If you use one less piece of paper, your current level is not enough."

Song Yun knew that if he said this, he would definitely offend people. However, he still had to say that the quality of his paper was so good that he had to have a famous calligrapher and painter to use it. not to this level.

Tang Miaomiao couldn't stand upright with laughter, Song Yun's words were too direct, and it was clearly a slap in the face.

Peng Guo's face was red and white, but there was nothing he could do. He knew that if the paper that Tang Miaomiao brought was really gold millet paper, especially if it was really from the Song Dynasty, it didn't mean that he couldn't use it, but he had it. Money, but it's really a waste to use such good paper for yourself.

"Song Yun, don't worry, these papers will never be thrown into the dark. Peng Guo bought these papers not for his use but for his master."

Tang Miaomiao explained.

Song Yun was a little embarrassed, he just said a little too straightforwardly.

Peng Guo's use of this kind of paper is a bit wasteful, but if it is his master, then there is no problem. You must know that Peng Guo's level is already good, he already has the demeanor of a master, and his master is definitely a real master.

Peng Guo thought for a while and decided to take Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao to see his teacher. In this situation, Song Yun was clearly not willing to sell it to him.

Peng Guo led Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao to the second floor. The layout of the second floor was similar to that of the first floor. The only difference was that there were more paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, and there were more shelves for paintings on the ground, which was more important. Yes, most of these paintings and calligraphy exude a strong white light.

Master!

This must be a master!

Song Yun nodded secretly. Even if every painting here was unfinished, the white light emitted was far stronger than the two best paintings by Peng Guo downstairs.

Song Yun kept watching, his eyes rolling around.

"Sister Tang, didn't you say that there is nothing for sale in the store?"

"There are a lot of paintings and calligraphy here, get some and go back!"

Song Yun lowered his voice, such a good opportunity, if he didn't move his hands and feet, he would be really sorry for himself.

"Song Yun, what do you mean by that?"

Tang Miaomiao couldn't react for a while, and didn't know why Song Yun said these words to herself at this time.

"It's easy!"

"Aren't we here to sell paper?"

"We have to seize such a good opportunity. Don't forget the papers in our hands, but they are all good things from the Song Dynasty. It is no exaggeration to say that if you sell one piece, you will lose one piece. If you sell it to someone else. It’s okay to ask for money, but now it’s sold to calligraphers and painters, so I have to take the opportunity to get some back.”

"Selling it in the store is a good thing to kill two birds with one stone."

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Tang Miaomiao was moved, Song Yun said nothing wrong, the important thing is that this matter is very maneuverable.

"Song Yun, you may not know that Peng Guo's teacher is very famous. He is the best master of traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy in the world today.

Although Tang Miaomiao was heartbroken, she felt that this matter was not easy to handle, and was a little hesitant.

"It's hard to ask for gold, that's right!"

"If it's ordinary goods, such as Peng Guo's, we don't need to do this at all. After we take it back, we can't sell it, right?!"

Song Yun looked at Tang Miaomiao strangely, if it wasn't a good thing, what would he do if he tried his best to get it?

"Song Yun, can you avoid talking?"

"I'm still here, listen!"

Peng Guo was a little helpless. When Zheng Yun and Tang Miaomiao were talking, they didn't pay attention to themselves at all, they regarded it as air.

"is this necessary?"

"There is absolutely no need for this!"

"We are not playing tricks and tricks, we are conspiracy, we just want your teacher's paintings and calligraphy."

Peng Guo was speechless, Song Yun's words were so brazen that people had no choice at all.

"Song Yun!"

"You are so right!"

"I'll leave this to you, how about it?"

Tang Miaomiao thought about it for a while, and although she was extremely eager, she was still a little worried or afraid.

"Okay! No problem!"

"Leave this to me!"

"I'm thinking, no matter what, I have to get ten and eight paintings and calligraphy back!"

Song Yun agreed, and when he looked at the paintings and calligraphy on the wall, his saliva flowed out. With such a good opportunity, he really had to get a few copies back.

Peng Guo laughed when he heard it.

"Song Yun, are you thinking too simple?"

"My teacher will definitely not agree, notoriously stingy!"

"How could he possibly agree?"

Peng Guozhi shook his head, not believing that Song Yun could do this at all.

"Wait and see!"

"I will definitely impress you!"

"The paper we have today has to sell for a good price!"

"Besides that, at least ten paintings and calligraphy have to be brought back!"

"Do two birds with one stone!"

Song Yun is full of confidence, this kind of thing can't be too simple.

Peng Guo pouted, not talking. Whether he can do it or not, we will see in a while.