Chapter 24 What a beautiful dream (Update 2)

Sang Yian did not keep the audience in suspense and directly opened the last layer, which contained a thick stack of white paper.

However, this white paper was different from the rice paper that everyone uses now, because under the light, she could faintly see some dark patterns.

She carefully took out a piece and looked at it carefully against the light. It was not her illusion. In addition to the curtain pattern, there were indeed some brighter line patterns.

She moved her hand slightly and changed the angle. Sure enough, the pattern on the paper changed. Sang Yian was immediately amazed and couldn't help but sigh that the creativity of the ancients was really great.

Because of the light, only Sang Yian saw this scene, and the fans in the live broadcast room didn't know what she was doing.

However, Zhao Xuhuai was an exception.

As a master of calligraphy and a collector of cultural relics, he is an expert in this field!

"This paper looks very beautiful. You may not be able to see it clearly. It has some complex dark patterns, which are particularly delicate."

Sang Yian said while holding the paper against the light to find the angle. The fans in the live broadcast room could see it clearly. They were all calligraphers. Seeing such beautiful paper, the barrage began to be active again.

"What type of rice paper is this? Raw rice paper? Cooked rice paper? Or semi-raw and semi-cooked rice paper?"

"Which store did you buy the rice paper from? This is too beautiful! I want it."

"I searched on Taobao and saw a very similar one called water pattern rice paper. The price is not expensive. You can buy it and try it."

While everyone was discussing, Sang Yian had already ground the ink, laid out the paper, and picked up the pen to write.

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Xuhuai suddenly stood up and stopped him loudly, "You'd better not use this kind of paper first, just use the one you practice on weekdays. Such good paper is worth collecting."

Sang Yian shuddered with fear, and the ink almost dripped on the paper.

Zhao Xuhuai was even more frightened than her. If such good paper was really as he guessed, it would be a pity if a drop of ink dripped on it.

Sang Yian was a very obedient person. She also felt that it was a bit of a waste to practice calligraphy on such good paper. She took out the rice paper she usually bought online, spread it again, and wrote the small regular script she had been practicing. Zhao Xuhuai

stared at the tip of the brush and didn't even pay much attention to the words Sang Yian wrote.

"Zhuge pen! This must be a Zhuge pen!" he shouted excitedly.

Sang Yian entered the live broadcast room a little late and missed the part where Zhao Xuhuai talked about pens, ink and paper. She only listened to the end of the talk.

But she didn't know, but other fans who listened to the whole thing knew.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It's actually a Zhuge brush!!"

"I remember the host just said that the Zhuge brush is a famous brush from ancient times, extremely precious, priceless, and even now, it can only be seen at auctions."

"I just remember the host just said that the top-grade Xuan brush costs six figures! So, the young lady must have a mine at home!"

"Is there a possibility that the host saw it wrong? After all, this is just a video, and we haven't seen the real thing. Otherwise, even if there is a mine at home, just ordinary calligraphy practice, the pens, ink, paper and inkstones together would cost tens of millions!" "

Oh my God! Suddenly I feel that I don't deserve to learn calligraphy. I'm a poor ghost. I don't deserve it."

"Haha, it seems the anchor has also started to make money. This is obviously a routine, all arranged in advance. The anchor endorses this fan, and then the next step is to trick the rich fans in the live broadcast room into buying in." As

soon as this barrage came out, it really caused a thousand waves. Everyone came to the live broadcast room to learn calligraphy and cultivate their character, not to buy goods.

The rhythm of the live broadcast room was immediately deviated.

"I was naive. I thought that a respected old gentleman like the anchor would not follow the path of those internet celebrities and start selling goods as soon as they have a lot of fans. Now it seems that the end of live streaming is to sell goods."

"In fact, it's not that they can't sell goods. It's just that other anchors only sell goods for a few thousand yuan at most, but the anchor sells six or seven figures. Isn't this too greedy?"

"The rich people in the group should be more careful and don't be fooled easily. You think everything the anchor says is right and good, and you all want to buy it!"

Zhao Xuhuai has been live streaming for so many years, and it is not the first time he has encountered such large-scale slanderous remarks. He is very open-minded and doesn't take these remarks to heart at all.

"My live broadcast room is for learning calligraphy and promoting the culture passed down by our ancestors. Everyone is free to come and go."

"As for selling goods, I can't bear to use these good things myself. Each one of them is my favorite. How can I sell them?"

Sang Yian also noticed this wave of haters. She quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong. These pens, ink, paper and inkstones of mine were given to me by my friends. I won't resell them."

"There is no endorsement, routine, or product promotion."

Sang Yian smiled, "Don't dream, wake up, how can you get such a good thing?"

"These pens, ink, paper and inkstones in my house can be called antiques. These things left by our ancestors, if you use one, you will have one less, and you can't buy them even if you have money!"

"What is your relationship with Teacher Zhao? Why did he work so hard to connect you and let you get what you want and buy such good things?"

Sang Yian moved closer to the camera and said sarcastically, "Some self-conceited fans can stop fantasizing. These pens, ink, paper and inkstones are not something you can own."

Black fans: "..."

Damn, it makes so much sense that there is no way to refute it.

Zhao Xuhuai smiled gently and explained seriously, "The anchor will not buy the fans' behavior. I fully agree that you don't sell it to them, but I think it's okay to sell it to me."

Sang Yian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She didn't expect this development.

"Teacher Zhao, this is really not allowed."

Zhao Xuhuai was very persistent, "You name the price."

"Teacher Zhao, this is not a question of money." Sang Yian was very helpless.

Zhao Xuhuai: "It's a question of not having enough money."

Sang Yian choked. Aren't all literati supposed to be noble and treat money as dirt?

Why is this person's price full of the flavor of a rich man?

The fans in the entire live broadcast room just watched the old and the young go back and forth here.

Zhao Xuhuai is a famous calligrapher and is highly respected in the calligraphy world. It seems that he put down his posture, stood on an equal footing, and nagging a young person, which surprised the fans in the live broadcast room.

Sang Yian is not short of money now. These are all gifts specially given to her by Lu Zexu. She will not sell them for money.

But when an old man has no face and shamelessly begs to buy, Sang Yian is really a little overwhelmed. You can't hit a smiling person.

Just when Sang Yian couldn't stand it anymore, the parrot that went out and played wild finally came back.

It was the first time for Shengmen to enjoy such freedom. The whole bird was very happy. It swooped down and landed directly on Sang Yian's shoulder. "I'm hungry. What are you going to eat tonight? Is there any meat?"

The emerald green parrot appeared in the live broadcast room like this, and asked for food as soon as it opened its mouth. The attention of the fans in the live broadcast room was immediately diverted.