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 people had been waiting for a long time.
"I'll go, why are you 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 kind of atmosphere very much. He and these old guys were all on the same wavelength, 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 rich. 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.
Apart from anything 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 laugh evilly.
After entering the store, a few packages of China Overseas Special Products were thrown on the counter.
The old guys were fuming, and the miserable Zhao Qingfeng once again played the role of a waiter serving tea and water.
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 run 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 is most afraid of is water, but the potion prepared by Lu Fei is foolproof.
Not only does it not harm the ivory itself, but also the wrapping The pulp won't hurt at all.
After wiping, the dirt on the fan bone faded away, revealing a light yellow color, but the thick patina was intact. A group of old guys were amazed, and Gao Henian directly took advantage of the situation and took the remaining potion for himself.
Because of this, the old guys almost went into war again.
A bunch of old guys were noisy and noisy like children. Song Xiaojiao and Liang Ruyi were looking at them and doubted their life.
After cleaning, the fan ribs were placed on the pen stand to dry naturally. Lu Fei asked Gao for a piece of rice paper and expertly framed it, and then used special glue to stick it to the fan ribs. The fan was now complete.
A bare fan surface would definitely not work. Lu Fei asked for a brush and Gao Henian polished it himself.
The wolf brush was soaked in ink, and Lu Fei personally wrote a seven-rhythm birthday greeting.
"The east wind brings warm peach blossoms and smiles, and the whistling of ancient trees covers the broken buildings.
When spring comes to the human 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.
Drunkly admiring the sunset, the pine trees and cypresses are smiling, and you will be as blessed as the East Sea and live forever."
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 a good calligraphy, 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 but strong, and the writing is 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 the charm of Song Huizong.
At present, there are many people in China who use Slim Gold Body, and the leader among them is undoubtedly Kong Fanlong's young apprentice Jia Yuan.
But Lu Fei's handwriting skills seem to be better than his own, far better than Jia Yuan's. ??
A bunch 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 in a mean voice.
"Bao Bao Fei, why don't you write one for me too?"
"My requirements are not high, just write a copy of the Diamond Sutra, which is only over 5,000 words."
"Hold!"
"Happy New Year, do you still want some Bilian? With over 5,000 words, do you want to burn yourself to death? Get out of here."
"Hey, Tao Bao Fei, old Gaotou is too shameless, let's ignore him."
"My requirements are much lower than mine. I won the prize by writing a piece of "Li Sao" for me, which is less than 3,000 words. How about that?"
"Get the hell out of here, you two old beasts are simply not human beings, and I seriously despise you."
"Baolan Fei, 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 long 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. Each word costs 500,000 yuan. I won't refuse anyone who comes." "Well, let's start with the one with the fewest characters. The one who wants "Man Jiang Hong", I'll give you a fraction of the two hundred words, ten million is ready. I'm waiting for you at any time!"
"puff!"
"Hold!"
"I don't want it anymore."
"You have a black heart, rags and rags, go to hell with you."
Lu Fei chuckled.
"It's okay if you want it for free. When one of you gets 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 "common people's food".
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 small amount of 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 Maotai Wuliangye Jiannanchun, which has no effect on tying up local tycoons.
Ever since, the old guys who had taken advantage of Lu Fei set their sights on Lu Fei's luxury car.
As we all know, the good wine in the junk car never runs out, and that is the real good stuff.