Twin Brocade

Chapter 411 Wang Ji

The taste of mutton noodle soup seduced the glutton in Quan Dong's stomach.But he reflexively covered his purse, bluffed and said: "What to eat! Hurry up, buy a few steamed buns and come up."

The hired coachman gave Quan Dong a contemptuous look. This man is still so stingy in Beijing, what a shame for Zhuangyuan Lang!He is a local from Luqiu Town, and he knows that Quan Dong has always had this virtue.

Quan Dong hired him, and agreed that he would only pay the fare for the car, regardless of food and lodging, and he didn't even give him half a steamed bun along the way.

He shook his head, touched some big money, bought two steaming steamed buns, and ate them standing by the side of the road.He was already hungry this early in the morning, even if he was a driver, he had to be kinder to himself.

Seeing this, Quan Shi'an became even more dissatisfied.

The drivers all have steamed buns to eat, and it's not that their family has no money, but they want to eat steamed buns.

There are so many people here that Quan Dong can't reprimand him, so he just stares at him.The father and son were in a slight stalemate.

"This little brother invited me." At this moment, a man came up from the side, the one who followed them all the way.

He was short in stature but friendly, and said with a smile on his face: "I heard that the two of you are members of Zhuangyuanlang's clan? I wonder if it is an honor to treat you to a bowl of noodles?"

This man came uninvited, and Quan Dong was not a fool, so he glanced at him warily and asked, "Who are you?"

"My lord, Wang Ji, opened a brush and ink shop in Nanshi." He cupped his hands and said, "I've admired Zhuangyuan Lang for a long time, but unfortunately I couldn't find a chance. It's rare to see the two of you today, so I want to make friends."

He spoke so frankly that it was hard to be disgusted with him.

"You and I have never had any contact, so what kind of friendship is there?" Quan Dong asked bluntly.

"You always don't know," Wang Ji said with a smile, "Zhuangyuanlang is a celebrity in Beijing right now. How many people want to ask for his calligraphy and paintings to go back and offer them up, and also to bless their children and grandchildren to come back with the number one scholar?"

"It's just that Mr. Quan's pen and ink flow out very little. I'm lucky enough to meet you today, so I might as well be cheeky and make friends with you." His smile was extremely sincere, and he said, "I just think about it. With this friendship, if you are the number one scholar It is a kind of honor to write a few pens in my spare time and hang them in my shop."

Quan Shi'an heard this patiently, and couldn't bear it long ago.

He tugged on Quan Dong's sleeve, and said, "Father, come down. My son looks at this shopkeeper Wang very sincerely, and it's a rare fate to eat a bowl of noodles together."

Quan Dong has long been tempted, and his eyes are shining with gold.

Unexpectedly, Quan Moxian's pen and ink can be sold for money, this is a great way to make money.It is much easier to earn money than him buying medicinal materials from dawn to dusk and selling them hard.

Just writing a few words is nothing more than consuming some paper and ink sticks.He regretted it in his heart. If he had known earlier, he should have collected Quan Moxian's past studies, and he could sell them for a little money.

Now that he was moved, he went down the donkey, jumped out of the carriage, and said, "Okay, for the sake of your sincerity."

Wang Ji repeatedly said yes, and led the two of them to sit down at the mutton noodle soup.The sneer at the corner of his lips disappeared in a flash.

After serving three bowls of mutton noodle soup, Wang Ji ordered another dish of fennel beans, sour bamboo shoots, and dried tofu.Quan Shi'an was not too polite, holding the bowl and began to eat with a sigh of relief, and he ate most of the side dishes by himself.

A look of disgust flashed in Wang Ji's eyes, but he still had a sincere smile on his face, and he talked with the two of them without a trace.After a meal, the three of them seemed to have become friends.

Quan Shi'an hiccupped, picked his teeth and said, "Brother Wang, I've made a note of the favors of this meal! If you need anything, just come to me."

"What are you talking about?" Quan Dong interrupted him, and said with a smile: "The kid talks nonsense, don't take the shopkeeper to heart. As long as the price is right, everything is easy to talk about, easy to talk about!"

After all, he glared at Quan Shi'an, why was he slapping his chest indiscriminately?This is a good business delivered to your door, so naturally the price needs to be negotiated.

Wang Ji sent the two of them to the car respectfully, and said with a smile: "Well, I will wait for good news from you two. As long as you have the calligraphy of the powerful, the price is easy to negotiate."

He handed over a name card and said: "This is the address of my pen and ink shop, if you have any news, just come to me."

Quan Dong smiled twice, put away the name post, and promised, "Okay!"

Seeing the two getting into the carriage, the smile on Wang Ji's face gradually disappeared.He stood there for a while, hired a soft sedan, and went straight to a private house in the southeast corner of Luoyang City.

From the outside, that private house looked like a normal family.But if you look carefully, you will find that the house is long and narrow, and there are exits on the front, back, left, and right sides for entry and exit.

All of this is to cover up the true face of this private house.

Here is the secret stronghold set up by Guan Jinghuan, which is exclusively for the staff to make suggestions here.

And Wang Ji, a businessman who runs a brush and ink shop on the surface, is actually using this identity to inquire about news from the DPRK and China.Brush and ink are the most indispensable things for literati. Using this business, you can get in touch with servants, servants and others of the ministers.

And there are often a lot of important news, which are inferred from the few words or deeds of these people.

But these news are not always found out.Among Guan Jinghuan's staff, his status is neither high nor low.He is an ambitious person, how can he be satisfied with the current status quo?

He knew that Guan Jinghuan was punishing Quan Moxian recently.And the Quan family member he happened to meet from afar was greedy, snobbish, and short-sighted, and he could just use it for him.

Countless thoughts ran through Wang Ji's mind, and he laughed contentedly.In this way, his status in the staff team can finally be improved.

And Quan Dong and his son, who were separated from him, also arrived at the main entrance of the Quan family.

He got out of the carriage, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the house, as if looking at his own belongings. "Let's go!" He said to Quan Shi'an.

"Second Master, wait a moment!" The coachman stopped him and said, "I haven't paid you the fare yet!"

"What are you in a hurry for?" Quan Dong rolled his eyes, and said, "It's already in Beijing, how can I still rely on you?" His abacus was clanging, and he wanted to wait to enter Quan's house and let him Mrs. Quan came to pay the fare for him.

"That won't work!" The coachman saw through his plan at a glance, and extremely despised his actions.In that small place of Luqiu, a number one scholar finally came out, so how could it be filled with such shameless clansmen.

He drove the car for his livelihood, even if he didn't make the trip, someone else would take the job.However, he also wanted to help Quan Moxian as much as possible.Stepping forward and grabbing Quan Dong's sleeve, he said anxiously, "You're reckless!"

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