The next day, Wu Han got up early and rushed to Hanmo Street. He set up a stall with two poems on it, which were neatly written.

He wrote these two words for a long time before he could write them satisfactorily.

As for the content of the poems written, they are taken from the masterpieces and are recognized classics, one is "Late Spring Night" and the other is "Arriving in the River".

Although Wu Han has read books for decades and has written many exercises, he is helpless and has limited talent. His poetry is so sloppy that it is difficult to meet people.

He was looking forward to the stall, secretly hoping that Mr. Zhao would come again today, and would be blinded by lard, and spend 100 yuan to buy a street-side character.

But I waited around and couldn't see anyone. Not only Master Zhao San, but even Chen Tang didn't come: "This guy made 100 yuan yesterday, so he must have gone to play. It's best not to come, and there are fewer people to grab business..."

...

In fact, Chen Tang had already entered the prefecture, but he did not come to Hanmo Street. Instead, he found out about Zhao Sanye’s residence and went directly to Zhao’s mansion.

In the prefecture, the Zhao family is a big family, and the family runs an escort agency. The famous "Shunfu Escort Agency" is said to have opened all over the world, and there are hundreds of escorts, which is really a big family.

The three brothers of Zhao, the three brothers, are all masters, and they are very good at martial arts. As for how high they are, Chen Tang has no specific concept.

He wondered, why should a practicing man buy calligraphy and painting? Is it a good manner?

No, not that...

When I came to the Zhao Mansion, I looked up and saw the grand Zhao family's storefront. It was indeed a wealthy family. There were a row of stone steps and a lifelike stone lion on the left and right. On the right side of the gate, there were at least a dozen people, all of whom were like scholars, and I didn't know what to do when I was waiting there.

Chen Tang made up his clothes, walked to the door, and said to a servant who was guarding there: "Hello, brother, it was Mr. Zhao who asked me to show him the words."

The servant glanced at the corner of his eyes, looked ignorant, and said lazily: "The Third Master is not at home, you can go there and wait in line."

Chen Tang finally understood what those people outside the door did. They all came to sell their words like him. He felt a headache: "When will the Third Master come back?"

The servant rolled his eyes: "How do I know? Go and queue up quickly and wait for more people to come."

Chen Tang had to retreat speechlessly, looked at the long queue, and thought to himself: If Mr. Zhao doesn’t come back today, or if he comes back late, wouldn’t he be in vain?

I also thought that these people in line, like themselves, once sold characters to Mr. Zhao San, and were so wise to know the taste, so as soon as they wrote the characters, they ran to Zhao's mansion to queue up?

Chen Tang walked to the back of the team, coughed dryly, and asked the scholar in front: "This brother, I'm going to Chen Tang."

The scholar glanced at him and said politely: "Yang Hong is not talented."

"So it's Brother Yang. Do you often sell characters to Mr. Zhao San?"

Yang Hong smiled bitterly: "I often want to sell words to Mr. Zhao San, but I have been in line for seven or eight times, but I have never been attracted by it."

Chen Tang asked: "It's so difficult?"

Yang Hong said: "It's not just difficult, it's simply difficult to reach the sky. Not only me, but also many people who have not come here. In the past two or three years, I only heard that Mr. Zhao San has taken a fancy to two of them."

Chen Tang asked: "Since that's the case, are you still coming to queue up?"

"Zhao Sanye is willing to pay for money. If he can be seen, he can sell it for two or three hundred yuan; and, more importantly, as long as he sells it, it will be like he has a reputation and a net worth!"

Yang Hong explained.

When Chen Tang heard "two or three hundred coins", he knew that the "Ugly Slave" was sold out. No wonder Mr. Zhao gave it to him so easily. However, there was nothing to say about this. He originally wanted to sell it for ten cents and unexpectedly received ten times the reward, and was already satisfied. Unfortunately, Mr. Zhao did not help him promote it, otherwise he would probably have increased his value.

After thinking about it, he asked again: "Brother Yang, are there many households in the Prefecture who collect characters?"

Yang Hong said: "The only one who takes the initiative to collect characters is the Zhao family. Of course, those calligraphy and painting shops also collect characters, but there are barriers. People basically don't like the characters of these scholars."

Chen Tang had his own understanding of this. If he had the ability to sell his characters to a store, he would not have to set up a stall on Hanmo Street. Those who could hang them in calligraphy and painting shops must at least have characters above Juren, or have a certain reputation for calligraphy.

There are probably only a few dozen such people in the entire Panzhou area. The most are scholars, hundreds, and nearly half of them are old scholars. Many of them are in a down-and-out manner. They cannot do anything and can only make a living by selling their words and struggling on the line of food and clothing.

Mr. Zhao San received a high price, and they refused to let go of the opportunity. Even if it was difficult to be selected, they would not want to miss it as long as they had a one-percent chance.

The situation in this circle is quite cruel. There must be more high-end circles, including great scholars and no contacts, but such circles are beyond the reach of Chen Tang and others. Just as the juren above is impossible to crowd and queue up here.

Identity determines location and vision.

"Brother Yang, do you think the standard of Mr. Zhao's collection of calligraphy is very strange?"

Yang Hong replied: "It's very strange, I can't figure it out at all. I don't know if it's reading the words or what I'm writing. I think it's all about the mood."

To a certain extent, the Zhao family opened an escort agency, which is equivalent to traveling around the world. It is not nice to say, and it is called "Wufu". In most cases, Wufu's collection of calligraphy is all about art and elegant.

Mr. Zhao San would go to Hanmo Street every month, but often return empty-handed. The characters in the shops there are of a certain level, and even works by famous artists. Although many of the so-called "famous artists" are deceived and robbed in the world, it is undeniable that those who can be put on it do have unique styles and abilities.

Chen Tang also went to see it, compared it, and asked himself, and felt ashamed of himself.

However, Mr. Zhao San looked down on the handwriting in the store, so he bought the painting "Ugly Nuer". At the beginning, Chen Tang thought that the other party had a crush on his unique fonts, or those popular poems and sentences. However, when "Qingyu Case" and "Shuituo Songtou" were rejected one after another, he knew that it was not like this, but for another reason.

Chen Tang has already guessed this reason. Today, he came with a new work to verify the wrong thing.

A group of scholars secretly expressed doubts about Zhao Sanye's ability to appreciate, but it did not prevent them from selling their characters. If Zhao Sanye was an expert, they would not have the chance. Although literati were inferior to each other, they also had self-knowledge. Only when Zhao Sanye bought characters and looked at their mood, everyone felt hopeful.

Because there is no standard for mood.

"Lai Wen, it's Lai Wen!"

"Lai Wen actually came to sell his words today..."

The team was in a commotion, and a well-dressed scholar strode forward, went straight to the steps, said a few words to the servant guarding the gate, and was invited in.

Yang Hong looked at him and said enviously: "Last time, a piece of Lai Wen's calligraphy was spotted by Master Zhao San, and he got 300 yuan. This matter spread and his value increased sharply. I heard that several stores asked him to make an appointment with him. Moreover, he came to Zhao's mansion to sell his calligraphy, so he didn't have to queue up."

Chen Tang couldn't help but complain: "I also sold one yesterday, why didn't I get this treatment..."

It was probably because the transaction happened on Hanmo Street. It was said that it was unreasonable, but Master Zhao San did not explain, so the guards naturally refused.

As the sun was getting stronger, fortunately, there were eaves in the queue, so there were no need to expose the sun. However, the temperature soared and became hot. Everyone was sweating and sweating, which was quite uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!