With the sound of horse hooves, Mr. Zhao, dressed in strong clothes, came back on a tall horse. When he arrived at the door, he turned over and got off the horse. He had a servant who came to serve and led the horse down.

Seeing this, Chen Tang hurried out. He queued up for a long time and was hungry. He thought that Lai Wen would have "special treatment" before and had sold a "Ugly Slave" himself, so he didn't have to queue up.

"Master Zhao San, do you still remember me?"

Mr. Zhao looked up and immediately recognized him: "It's you, why are you good words?"

Chen Tang nodded and raised the paper rolled up in his hand.

"Okay, go in and talk."

Mr. Zhao took him into the mansion. This time, the servant guarding the gate did not dare to stop him, so he quickly recognized Chen Tang's appearance. Next time, I will ask him to get started.

Yang Hong in the team saw it, his eyes wide open, and he thought to himself: Brother Chen, could he have sold his name to Mr. Zhao San...

When you enter the Zhao Mansion, first of all, there is a large courtyard, which should be a martial arts training ground. There are several rows of weapons and racks next to it, filled with swords, guns, swords and halberds, stone piles, stone wheels and other household items for practicing strength. There are a variety of items that cannot even be named.

There were more than a dozen strong men practicing on the field, either alone or in the same direction, and drinking, which was quite lively.

Chen Tang couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "Scholar, are you interested in practicing martial arts?"

Chen Tang replied: "I am weak and I can't do anything well. I want to endure my body."

This is his true words. He knows the importance of his body. In the original time and space, he often plays basketball and runs.

Mr. Zhao laughed: "It's not easy to get over your body."

I clicked and stopped, but didn't continue.

Chen Tang heard the implication, as the saying goes, "poor literature and wealth in martial arts." If you want to practice martial arts, you need a lot of money.

So, you have to make money first.

Mr. Zhao San took him into a side hall, where there was already someone sitting, it was Lai Wen who came in earlier.

"Lai Wen has met Mr. Zhao San."

He stood up and saluted, his eyes fell on Chen Tang, with a sense of scrutiny, and even a little wary, as if Chen Tang was here to grab the business.

Chen Tang had seen many such gazes when setting up a stall, but he didn't care. Shi Shiran sat down on the other side, and soon a maid served incense tea. He picked up the teacup and took a big sip, making saliva full.

Good tea.

I was queuing outside, it was so hot that my throat was on fire. Now I had tea to drink, so I was so polite that I started drinking it. Soon the cup was over and I drank it all.

When the maid next to him saw it, she quickly helped pour tea. The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old and looked quite upright. When pouring tea, she couldn't help but glance at Chen Tang, which was quite like sending out a secret love.

Lai Wen, the two scholars in the hall, are obviously older. Although they are well-dressed and careless, they are very careless. Compared with Chen Tang, who is handsome, they are immediately a little different.

Lai Wen looked at him from the opposite side, inexplicably angry, and couldn't help but say sarcastically: "It's like a cow drinking water, which is a shame for her."

Drinking tea is a kind of etiquette and culture. How can you pick up tea and pour it into your mouth like Chen Tang?

Chen Tang took another big sip and wiped his mouth: "I have been waiting outside for a long time and I am very thirsty, so I laughed."

Mr. Zhao San praised: "I appreciate the true nature of the scholar!"

Lai Wen was speechless when he said this. The next sentence was in his throat and he couldn't say it. Mr. Zhao San said he "appreciated". If he was still not tactful, wouldn't he be bored?

Mr. Zhao San asked, "Scholar, I had something to do yesterday and I left in a hurry. I didn't even ask for your name."

Chen Tang quickly introduced himself.

Mr. Zhao San said, "Okay, then I will call you Chen Xiucai from now on."

After a pause, he was straight to the point: "I won't say much about other words, take out the words."

Lai Wen hurriedly said, "Third Master, I came first."

Chen Tang said: "Yes, he arrived first. Third Master, please read his words first."

Mr. Zhao didn't care about this and made a "please" gesture to Lai Wen.

Lai Wen took out the characters - this is a carefully framed character, about three feet long, with a brush and ink outlined, and the white space is covered with bright red seals.

Because of the back, Chen Tang could not see what he was writing, but through the paper, he could vaguely see the seal on it, which immediately touched him.

A seal is equivalent to a representation of identity, an artistic signature, especially in calligraphy and painting. Without a seal, it is difficult for others to know who the author of the work is. It can be said that calligraphy and painting without a seal are incomplete and incomplete.

In the past, Chen Tang set up a stall and helped people write letters and couplets on the street, which was a piecemeal task and had nothing to do with the "work". Naturally, there was no need for seals. Therefore, the painting "Ugly Nuer" sold to Mr. Zhao and the characters he brought now had no seals on them. To put it bluntly, it was called "Three No Products". Regardless of style or grade, it immediately fell below the mark.

However, when Mr. Zhao bought the calligraphy, he seemed to not care about these things at all...

After a while, Mr. Zhao San had finished reading Lai Wen's calligraphy and shook his head: "Lai Xiucai, this calligraphy is not suitable for me."

Upon hearing this, Lai Wen suddenly looked like a defeated rooster, hanging down his head. He took about ten characters to Mr. Zhao, and only sold one. In fact, he was pretty good at this. The crowd of people queuing outside had never seen a single character.

Mr. Zhao ignored him and said to Chen Tang: "Chen Xiucai, where is your handwriting?"

Chen Tang came and handed over the words, feeling a little nervous.

Lai Wen couldn't help but glance at it. Seeing that the words handed over by Chen Tang were written on inferior yellow paper, it looked badly used, and there was no seal signature on the paper:

How dare you call this?

It is clearly a scribble that comes to fool people.

Lai Wen's confidence in being hit suddenly recovered. No matter what, he successfully sold the characters to Mr. Zhao San. After this incident spread, he immediately gained a net worth. Several calligraphy and painting shops came to make an appointment with characters...

So far, he has three characters hung in the calligraphy and painting shop on Hanmo Street - although it is in the form of consignment, and only by selling it can you earn money. But this has taken a solid first step towards success...

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground; I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown!"

Master Zhao San looked at Chen Tang's words, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but recite it loudly, and slapped his big hand on the tea table: "Good words, good poems!"

He used too much force and rubbed the tea table with a click, which collapsed. The teapot cup on it fell to the ground, making a slap.

Lai Wen was frightened and let him go aside with awkward expression: Needless to say, Mr. Zhao is interested in Chen Tang's calligraphy!

Chen Tang was delighted. When his eyes swept to the broken tea table, he saw that this was a first-class solid wood furniture, with a large density and hardness, but he was slapped by Master Zhao San:
Chapter completed!