Chapter five hundred and seventy-fifth meet the old stick again
Hearing Hao Ren's words, Liu Nianwei smiled sweetly, but shook her head, "I don't want it. I don't understand famous calligraphy and painting, and I don't want to understand it. You can't spend money randomly."
Hao Ren touched Liu Nianwei's little head and led her forward with a smile.
In a stall not far ahead, a slovenly old man was sitting behind the stall. There were pieces of white paper in front of him. On each piece of paper, there was a message saying "help people write," one hundred.
Many people stood in front of the stalls and taunted each other mercilessly, "A beggar dares to open his mouth like a lion. A piece of paper costs a hundred, you might as well grab it."
"I'm crazy about money. I can only write a few words and think I'm the reincarnation of a calligrapher."
"It's probably because they want to sensationalize and gain traffic by showing off their ugliness. We see a lot of people like this."
"......."
A group of people pointed at each other and looked at each other with disdain. The old man was so slovenly that he was already abandoned in appearance.
What's more, the old man also wrote some words, or a few poems, and the handwriting looked ordinary, without any unusual feeling. It's not that they didn't know calligraphy, they had also seen the calligraphy of some celebrities, not to mention those who
Compared with famous writers, even compared with some people who write more beautifully, they are still slightly inferior.
Listening to everyone's accusations, the old man himself didn't care. He sat cross-legged on the ground casually, took out a sesame seed cake from his pocket, and ate it with relish.
However, not everyone was dismissive. There were also some who were more curious. They didn't care about the hundred yuan, so they just threw out a hundred and said with a smile, "Old man, write me a note. This hundred yuan
Sent to you."
Unexpectedly, the old man just glanced at the other party and did not accept the hundred yuan. Instead, he said calmly, "You can't accept my words. I don't accept money from people who don't have the chance."
Hearing this, the people around him had strange expressions, looking at each other as if they were fools. Some people even refused to give him money, and even said that the other party could not pick up his words.
"Smelly old man, there is something wrong with your brain. Go to the hospital and see a doctor quickly."
The man who threw the money looked extremely ugly. He picked up his money, cursed, and left angrily.
The old man looked indifferent and even closed his eyes and fell asleep.
At this time, Hao Ren and Liu Nianwei arrived near the stall. Seeing a group of people crowded in front of a stall, they couldn't help but stepped forward curiously.
When the two people arrived at the front, they were both stunned, with strange expressions on their faces, because they both saw the appearance of this old man, who was the fortune-telling Taoist priest when they went hiking before.
Hao Ren still remembers the old man's behavior at that time. With three copper coins, he calculated everyone's situation clearly.
However, I didn't expect that this guy actually changed his career. Instead of counting fortunes, he switched to selling letters.
They also saw the words on the white paper on the ground, but they didn't care about the calligraphy of a hundred pages. Hao Ren knew in his heart that this old man should be a real person, not a charlatan.
"Old man, your fate is no longer counted?"
Hao Ren squatted down and asked with a smile.
Liu Nianwei also squatted down and looked at the old man curiously.
Hearing a slightly familiar voice, the old man opened his eyes and saw Hao Ren and Liu Nianwei squatting in front of him, looking at him with smiles.
His heart skipped a beat and his head felt dizzy. He was naturally very impressed with Hao Ren and Liu Nianwei. One was a true dragon and the other was a flying phoenix. He calculated at that time that it took him more than ten years to cultivate.
Because, therefore, he does not dare to make calculations now.
You can only sell words on the street.
Unexpectedly, I would meet Hao Ren while selling letters here. The old man looked speechless, as if he was eating when a fly suddenly fell in.
"Ahem, do we know this handsome guy?"
The old man looked at Hao Ren with an innocent face.
Seeing the old man's expression, Hao Ren smiled slightly and said, "I don't know you. I saw you selling calligraphy here. How about I buy a pair?"
Hearing this, many people around looked at this scene and pointed, one person even said to Hao Ren, "Handsome guy, this guy is a magic stick, this word is the level of a high school student, don't say a hundred,
Not worth a piece of it.”
"This guy also has a bad mouth. Just now, someone was scolded by him, and he said he had no fate and couldn't take his words..."
Although they were talking to Hao Ren, many people's eyes were on Liu Nianwei, with a flash of surprise in their eyes.
However, when Hao Ren heard their words, he smiled faintly and looked at the old man, "If I don't have fate, then I don't know if I have such fate?"
The old man looked at Hao Ren's expression, shook his head helplessly, and then said, "If you want it, you can, but you have to pay more."
"Let me go, this old man is really crazy. One hundred yuan is a sky-high price, and he still thinks it's too little. It's really a big deal."
Some people nearby cursed in low voices.
Hao Ren didn't care, and said with a smile, "How much more?"
The old man stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Hao Ren.
"Ten dollars?"
Liu Nianwei asked curiously.
The people around him also breathed a sigh of relief. The old man still had some conscience.
However, Hao Ren didn't believe that the other person's finger meant this. Sure enough, the other person quickly shook his head, and Liu Nianwei's pale brows frowned, "One hundred?"
She felt that the other party seemed a little greedy.
However, the old man still shook his head.
"one thousand?"
Liu Nianwei's eyes widened and she was already a little angry.
Seeing Liu Nianwei guessing many times but not getting it right, Hao Ren's eyes flashed and he said, "One hundred thousand?"
Liu Nianwei immediately turned her head, looked at Hao Ren, and whispered, "What are you talking about!"
A piece of calligraphy is worth 100,000 yuan. What a joke. If it were from a master of ancient calligraphy, she would still understand. However, if the calligraphy of an old fortune teller is sold for 100,000 yuan, it is simply ridiculous.
However, the old man smiled slightly, shook his head, and finally said a number, "You don't have to guess. If you want my handwriting, the price will increase by one million."
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence around the stall. Everyone seemed to be struck by lightning, their eyes were dull, their mouths were wide open, and they looked at the old man in disbelief.
At this moment, their brains were all in a state of confusion, and their thinking was at a standstill.
They couldn't believe it to death. This old man dared to ask for one million. It was just a piece of calligraphy, and it was the most ordinary white paper. The calligraphy level of a high school student was not worth a dollar anywhere else.
Liu Nianwei's eyes were also dull, her mouth was slightly open, and she looked at the old man in disbelief.
After all, I had been influenced by Hao Ren and had seen him spend money like water, so I quickly reacted.
"You, you are robbing money!"
Liu Nianwei spoke angrily, her face turned red, like a layer of red sunset. Not only did she not make people angry, she looked much cuter.
"Let's go, we won't buy his words here."
Liu Nianwei took Hao Ren's arm and was about to leave. If Hao Ren bought a car or an apartment, it would cost hundreds of millions. Although she felt distressed, she still understood, but with a fresh calligraphy, the other party actually
Asking for one million was unacceptable to her.
The old man had a smile on his face, but he really wanted Hao Ren to leave.
He really didn't want to deal with Hao Ren, as it would easily cause him trouble.
However, just as Liu Nianwei was about to stand up, Hao Ren smiled slightly, grabbed the other person's arm, and said warmly, "Don't worry, it's only one million, I can still get it out."
As he spoke, Hao Ren took out a stack of checks from his body, pulled one out, and said with a smile, "This is a check for one million. You can go to the bank to exchange it at any time."
As he said that, he put the check in the other person's hand.
Seeing this scene, the people around who were shocked by the old man's words suddenly became petrified again. They originally thought that the old man was crazy, but now they thought that Hao Ren was also crazy, or else he was mentally ill.
One person couldn't help but look forward, as if he wanted to see if the check was genuine.
Liu Nianwei looked at her boyfriend in confusion and whispered, "We can't spend money like this even if we have money."
Her tone was a little accusatory.
However, Hao Ren touched her head and chuckled, "Trust me."
Seeing this, Liu Nianwei said nothing more.
But the old man seemed to have eaten a dead fly. Holding the check in his hand felt like he was holding a live coal.
However, his words have already been released. If he breaks the contract, he is not afraid of other people's accusations. However, if he deceives a person with a true dragon destiny, he will have to live in misfortune in the future.
"It seems that Magic City is really not a good place. I have to leave someday and go to other cities. This is simply my unlucky place."
The old man kept mumbling some words.
However, he still took out a scroll from himself, with blank rice paper on it, and carefully unfolded the scroll, which was about three feet long.
"What do you want to write?"
The old man looked at Hao Ren and asked.
After hearing this, Hao Ren thought for a moment and said, "Write a song called "The Turtle Lives Longevity"."
After all, I am sending it to the head of a big family and an old man, so this poem is very suitable for the occasion.
The old man's eyes flashed, he nodded with a smile, picked up the brush from the side, dipped it in some ink, looked at the blank rice paper, thought for a moment, and began to write.
The other party wrote very casually, like a dragon and a snake walking, and the handwriting appeared one by one. Hao Ren watched quietly without saying anything.
And in a place where no one saw it, a trace of golden light seemed to appear in Hao Ren's eyes, and in his eyes, although the words on the paper were written in ink, they exuded a majestic and vast aura.
This kind of momentum is like a rushing river, carrying an indomitable majesty.
Although the handwriting is not that neat, the momentum alone is worth this million.
After writing a poem, the old man took out a seal from his pocket and printed it in the lower right corner.
"This time I really gave you an advantage."
The old man muttered, feeling a little distressed.
Hao Ren took the scroll over and looked at it carefully. The ink on it dried quickly.
If you look at each word simply, it seems like there is nothing, but when you look at it as a whole, it vaguely penetrates history and sees the style of that ancient hero.