God Level Golden Eye

"what happened?"

Peng Guo didn't say yes or no, and asked instead.

"If you want to use it, there is a little waste. This kind of paper, use one less than one, your current level is not enough."

Song Yun knew that he would definitely offend people if he said this, but he still had to say that his batch of paper was of very good quality and had to be used by famous calligraphers and painters. Although Peng Guo was good, it still Not to this level.

Tang Miaomiao laughed so hard that he could not straighten up his waist. Song Yun said this too straightforwardly, clearly just slapped her face severely.

Peng Guo’s face turned red and white, but there was no way. He knew that if the paper Tang Miaomiao brought was indeed golden millet paper, especially if it was really from the Song Dynasty, it didn’t mean that he could not use it. Money, but such good paper is really a waste of it for yourself.

"Song Yun, don't worry, these papers will definitely not be secretly cast. Peng Guo bought these papers, not for his use but for his master."

Tang Miaomiao explained.

Song Yun was a little bit embarrassed, because he was a little bit too blunt.

Peng Guo is a bit wasteful using this kind of paper, but if it is his master, then there is no problem. You must know that Peng Guo's level is already good, he already has the style of a master, and his master is definitely a real master.

Peng Guo thought for a while, and decided to take Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao to see his teacher. In this situation, Song Yun was clearly unwilling to sell him.

Peng Guo led Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao to the second floor. The layout of the second floor was similar to that of the first floor. The only difference was that there were more paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, and there were more shelves for paintings on the ground, which is more important. Yes, most of these paintings and calligraphy exude a strong white light.

Master!

This must be a master!

Song Yun nodded secretly, even if every painting here was not finished, the white light emitted was much stronger than the two best paintings by Peng Guo downstairs.

Song Yun kept watching, his eyes rolling randomly.

"Sister Tang, didn't you say that there is nothing for sale in the store?"

"There are a lot of calligraphy and painting here, get some and go back!"

Song Yun lowered his voice. With such a good opportunity, if he didn't move his hands and feet, he would really be sorry for himself.

"Song Yun, what do you mean by this?"

Tang Miaomiao couldn't react for a while, and I don't know why Song Yun said these things to himself at this time.

"It's easy!"

"Aren't we here to sell paper?"

"For such a good opportunity, we must seize it. Don’t forget that the papers we have are all good things in the Song Dynasty. It’s no exaggeration to say that if you sell one, you will lose one. It’s fine if you ask for money, but now it’s sold to calligraphers and painters, and you have to take the opportunity to get some back.

"It's a good thing to sell in the store."

...

Tang Miaomiao's heart moved, Song Yun said nothing wrong, the important thing is that this matter is very maneuverable.

"Song Yun, you may not know that Peng Guo's teacher is very famous, and he is the best master of Chinese painting and calligraphy in the world today. His calligraphy and painting are hard to find. I am afraid I will not agree to it in a while!"

Although Tang Miaomiao was moved, he felt that this matter was not easy to handle, and he hesitated.

"That's right!"

"If it's ordinary goods, such as Peng Guo's, we don't have to be like this at all. After taking it back, we can't sell it?!"

Song Yun looked at Tang Miaomiao strangely, if it wasn't a good thing, what would he do to get it?

"Song Yun, can you avoid talking?"

"I'm still here, listen!"

Peng Guo was a little helpless. When Zheng Yun and Tang Miaomiao were talking, they didn't pay attention to himself at all, just as air.

"is this necessary?"

"It's not necessary at all!"

"We are not playing tricks or tricks, we are arrogant, we just want your teacher's calligraphy and painting."

Peng Guo was speechless, and Song Yun's words were too brazen, and there was nothing to do.

"Song Yun!"

"You are so right!"

"I'll leave this to you, how about?"

Tang Miaomiao thought for a while. Although he was extremely eager in his heart, he was still a little worried or afraid. Peng Guo's teacher status was too high, and he was definitely not enough to look at him.

"OK! No problem!"

"Leave this to me!"

"I'm thinking, no matter what, I have to get ten and eight paintings and calligraphy back!"

Song Yun promised with full mouth that when he looked at the paintings and calligraphy on the wall, his saliva flowed out. Such a good opportunity really had to get a few pairs back.

Peng Guo laughed.

"Song Yun, are you thinking too simple?"

"My teacher will definitely not agree, he is famously stingy!"

"How could he agree?"

Peng Guo shook his head straight, not believing that Song Yun could do this.

"Wait and see!"

"I will definitely make you admire!"

"The paper we have today must be sold at a good price!"

"Besides, at least ten paintings and calligraphy must be brought back!"

"It kills two birds with one stone!"

Song Yun was full of confidence, this kind of thing couldn't be too simple.

Peng Guo curled his lips, not speaking, whether he can do it, it will be clear in a moment.