Li Chenggong was not angry because of Liu Xiaoyuan's arrogance. On the contrary, Li Chenggong felt a sense of honor. It was not a shameful thing to be able to lay out paper and grind ink for a master calligrapher whose calligraphy surpassed his own.
Li Chenggong laid out the Xuan paper and ground the ink for Liu Xiaoyuan.
Liu Xiaoyuan picked up his brush and wrote four large characters on the rice paper: "One character, ten thousand!"
"Alright, ******, it's all written down. Will you be paying the 40,000 yuan in cash or by bank transfer?" Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.
Looking at these four large characters on the rice paper, they are elegant, vigorous and powerful, a superior piece of calligraphy, but the artistic conception is a little lacking!
"******, to be honest, you've struck gold. I could easily pay tens of thousands of yuan for a single character of this size!" Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.
Holy crap! This kid is shameless! Even though I'm completely outmatched, his calligraphy shouldn't be worth this much, right? Tens of thousands of yuan a piece, what a jerk.
Li Chenggong did not think Liu Xiaoyuan was exaggerating, because from the four characters of Liu Xiaoyuan's name, one could see that Liu Xiaoyuan's skill was in no way inferior to that of Emperor Huizong of Song. If it were properly mounted and the paper was from the Northern Song Dynasty, probably no one would doubt that it was written by Emperor Huizong of Song.
"Thank you, Mr. Liu. I really benefited this time!" Li Chenggong said happily, and then transferred the money to Liu Xiaoyuan via mobile banking.
Those who had just been mocking Liu Xiaoyuan for being shameless were completely dumbfounded when they heard Li Chenggong's words. Judging from what he said, was the man driving the pickup truck's calligraphy really worth tens of thousands?
(End of this chapter)
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