God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 316 Old Paper
Thinking of the considerable amount of retouching fee, Xu Jingxing was very moved, after all he was short of money.

So after a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement.

In fact, it is contemplation rather than putting on airs. Although he doesn't like to play tricks on people, he still needs to use this most basic communication skill. He doesn't play tricks, but it doesn't mean he has to be a fool.

As soon as others opened their mouths, they couldn't wait to agree, no matter how they thought about it, they felt a bit out of place.

After all, Xu Zhongheng begged him for this matter, not him begging Xu Zhongheng, so if he took a little airs, Xu Zhongheng would be willing to pay for it. If he agreed too quickly, Xu Zhongheng would also murmur in his heart, at least he would underestimate it. How much is he.

Of course, he would never be so cautious when using this method against a person like Xu Zhongheng who has a casual relationship, or with close relatives or close friends.

When Xu Zhongheng heard his promise, he said happily, "Brother, where are you? Shall I pick you up?"

"No, no, I'll drive there by myself. The name of the store is Zhimo Fengyun. I remember the location," Xu Jingxing said hastily.

"Haha, okay, then I'll spread out the paper, polish the ink and wait for my brother to drive," Xu Zhongheng laughed.

"Khan, brother Xu is too exaggerated."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Jingxing changed his clothes and drove away from the house. He went straight to the antique market, fixed the car and went to Zhimo Fengyun.

As the end of the new year approaches, the number of people in the antique market has obviously increased. Under normal circumstances, the deserted antique shop is also a bit more lively than before. The same is true for Xu Zhongheng's paper and ink charm, with customers wandering in twos and threes.

Paper and Ink Charm is a calligraphy and painting shop. The most popular items in the shop are calligraphy and painting, and then there are stationery utensils such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones. There are only a few tea pets in the corner.Of course, there must be old and new items in the store, even the paper, there is old paper.

Old paper sounds ugly, and it is worthless junk, but in fact, old paper is much more valuable than new paper, especially old paper with good quality, good appearance, and good brand, which is more valuable than many antiques.

It is not uncommon for high-quality rice paper from more than 100 years ago to sell for six figures, but ordinary people cannot afford it, as it is a consumable after all.

In fact, it can’t be said that they can’t afford it. There are rich people everywhere, and there are more people who are willing to spend money to show off their wealth. It’s just that most people don’t use this kind of paper to show off their wealth. Only those rich calligraphers and painters will spend so much money. Selling high-quality old paper for a knife, only those people will appreciate the excellence of old paper.

ordinary people?If you want to show off your wealth with old paper, you can't show it off.

Old paper can only reflect its value after being embellished with ink.

At this moment, there are several old papers piled up on the coffee table of Zhimo Fengyun, some of which have been cut into long strips, obviously for writing Spring Festival couplets.

The moment Xu Jingxing saw those old papers, Xu Jingxing's eyes lit up.

If Xu Zhongheng planned to use old paper to write [-] couplets, then his retouching fee would be more objective. After all, the old paper alone is worth a lot. If the retouching fee is too low, can Xu Zhongheng afford it?

Realizing this made him even happier.

Seeing him coming in, Xu Zhongheng quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile: "Brother, here you go, sit down and have some tea first."

Xu Jingxing was not polite either, and cupped his hands with a smile, "Brother Xu, you don't mean to use this old paper to write Spring Festival couplets, do you?"

"Hey, my brother's eyesight, I really don't need to tell you that it's old paper." Xu Zhongheng smiled and gave a thumbs up, and at the same time called a young girl to make tea, "Yan'er, make tea quickly, I don't have any eyesight See."

The young girl looked about 20 years old, similar to Xu Jingxing, but her face was much more immature, seeing Xu Jingxing looking at her, her face was still a little shy and rosy.

Xu Jingxing coughed and sat down beside the tea table, "Brother Xu, is that...?"

"Hey, my daughter, Xu Xinyan," Xu Zhongheng said proudly.

"Brother Xu is really blessed to have such a beautiful little padded jacket," Xu Jingxing praised with a smile.

Xu Zhongheng shook his head, "What's the use of being beautiful? If you don't live up to expectations, you can't study, you can't write, but you have learned to draw, but you haven't made any progress after studying for many years. You can't do it."

"Hey, Brother Xu's words are a bit biased. As a child, it is enough to be filial and considerate. Others are secondary. You can't ask all your children to be scientists, writers, calligraphers and painters, right?"

"Hahaha, that's the truth," Xu Zhongheng laughed, "Come, come, drink tea."

Xu Xinyan came over with a tea tray and sat across from the tea table to help Xu Jingxing and Xu Zhongheng make tea. After hearing Xu Jingxing's words, her face turned even redder.

After a few cups of tea, Xu Jingxing brought the topic back to the right track, "Brother Xu, are you really going to write Spring Festival couplets on old paper? What a luxury."

"Hey, old paper and old paper are all used for writing. If you don't allow writing, these papers have no value," Xu Zhongheng waved his hands nonchalantly, with a bit of money like dung.Of course, these words are very reasonable. Old and new paper is paper, a consumable for writing and drawing. If it is not used, this paper has no meaning of existence.

Just thinking of writing on six-figure paper, even Xu Jingxing was determined and a little nervous, "Brother Xu, I've never used such good paper, and if I write a bad one, it's worth hundreds of dollars." gone."

"Don't be nervous, brother, just treat it as ordinary paper." Xu Zhongheng smiled and comforted a few words, and then asked curiously: "By the way, you recognized it as old paper as soon as you entered the door. How did you do it? I am in this business. It’s been a few years, and you have to look carefully to tell the difference.”

"It's very simple. Look at the gloss. The gloss of the new paper is really good, but it looks a bit harsh, but the gloss of the old paper is very soft, and the anger is completely eliminated. No matter how you look at it, it is comfortable."

"Hehe, it's simple, but it's just easy to say. If you want to do this, you must be very familiar with rice paper. Brother Xu, you are still too modest. I feel that you are more expert than me, who is an expert in paper," Xu Zhongheng praised with a smile.

Xu Jingxing smiled wryly, he is not an expert at all, he is just judging the quality of paper from the perspective of a calligraphy and painting lover, he can only be regarded as half an expert.What makes him stronger than Xu Zhongheng is that his senses of vision, hearing, and touch are relatively strong. The most powerful is naturally the sense of touch, but his visual ability is also better than that of ordinary people. Because of this, he can see the coffee table at a glance. The rice paper on it is old paper.

After a few more polite words, Xu Xinyan took out the pen and ink and placed it on the coffee table.

Xu Zhongheng said: "Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you. It may take a long time to finish writing. Don't worry, write slowly. Let's drink tea when we are tired."

(End of this chapter)