The rebirth of the first daughter is not easy to mess with

Chapter 463 Visiting the Study (3)
"No, no, go to another house and ask!"

Unexpectedly, the black shadow didn't just disappear, but got closer and closer, and finally walked directly to the counter where Boss Wang was.

"Would a businessman like Boss Wang let a talent like me go away in vain?"

Oh, what a breath!
Shopkeeper Wang has been in the business field for decades, and his eyes read countless people. Hearing this, he felt funny. He didn't know who dared to speak to him in such a tone.

As soon as he raised his head, shopkeeper Wang was startled. The man in front of him was seventeen or eighteen years old, his body was thin but not thin, he was wearing a smoky blue plain robe, a simple bun was tied on his head, his face was like jade, and his eyebrows were slender. There was light in his eyes, and he had a noble but not frivolous look on his face.

"This little brother, I have eaten too much and my stomach and intestines are uncomfortable. If I say this too much, I'm afraid it will cause trouble!"

The man in plain robes was not angry when he heard the words, he still looked pure and clean, walked to the shelf on the right side of the shop, and rubbed a blood inkstone on the shelf with his hand.

"Boss Wang sold this blood inkstone from someone else, right?"

Boss Wang was taken aback when he heard this. Anyone who opened a calligraphy and painting studio knew that whether it was books, calligraphy, paintings or brushes and inkstones, rare objects were often old objects, treasures handed down from the ancestors, so nine out of ten were back and forth. bought and sold.

But Lanyue Mingyuan is different from other calligraphy and painting studios in that, except for calligraphy and painting, everything in Lanyue Mingyuan is a new thing, because Boss Wang himself is good at identifying famous stones and jades and can also carve. Therefore, I naturally know many stone-appreciators and sculptors, and it is not a problem to collect some new expensive inkstones and jade pens.

But the blood inkstone was the only exception in the store. A friend found him and asked him to help sell it. I saw that the blood inkstone was in good condition and well preserved. He gave the silver to the friend.

This plain robed man looks less than 20 years old, but his eyes are so vicious, just because of this, he is really a talent.

"I don't know how my little brother saw it?"

The plain robed man had a pale complexion, and casually held the blood inkstone in his hand, and touched the bamboo carvings on the blood inkstone back and forth with his delicate index finger, then stretched out his index finger and waved it in front of shopkeeper Wang.

I saw that the man's index finger was stained with dark red and light gray paint, and the man put his index finger close to Boss Wang's nose, and a scent of ink immediately wafted into his nostrils.

"Boss Wang, identifying inkstones is the same as practicing medicine. There are four steps of 'seeing, smelling, asking, and cutting'. Although this blood inkstone is precious, it has a fatal injury, which is ink absorption. If a good inkstone is paired with blood inkstone Lost half in vain."

What the plain robed man said was very simple, but shopkeeper Wang knew that it was one thing to be able to recognize it at a glance, but it was another thing. Such an ability would never be possible without five or seven or eight years of effort, but this The man looks like he is only eighteen or nineteen years old now.

"Lanyue Mingyuan never sells second-hand goods, and Shopkeeper Wang has one of the best reputations in the business district of Qingyun City, so I venture to guess that this blood inkstone is sold by Shopkeeper Wang on behalf of others."

As soon as these words came out, shopkeeper Wang didn't dare to underestimate the plain robed man, and even showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

The two chatted for another half an hour in the store. The man's insight and knowledge surprised shopkeeper Wang. Such a person can be a teacher in Shangshutang, let alone a clerk in his own store.

(End of this chapter)