"Entertainment Father, he is here."

The Luo family’s study room is antique.

Old Master Long walked out in formal clothes and the old man from yesterday.

"Mr. Qin, you are here."

"I don't want to waste time. I still owe you a favor. What do you want me to help you?"

After Qin Jun walked in, he didn't say much nonsense.

When the sharp knife looked for him, he knew the other party's purpose.

He was so stupid to play with his scheming in the ages!

"Ahem..."

Luo Chen smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry about this, I'll introduce myself to you."

"This is the director of Yandu Museum and the Taishan Beidou in the antique industry. He is called Zhao Rui'an."

"Um."

Qin Jun nodded, but responded.

Mr. Zhao didn't care, "I heard that you wrote the small seal script on the First Emperor's sage?"

"no."

Luo Chen was stunned when he heard this and said anxiously: "Mr. Qin, you can't play like this! This is not what you wrote, but who wrote it?"

"How do I know?"

Seeing him so anxious, the sharp knife laughed rare.

"Haha, old man, I'm old and I still like to brag?" Zhao Rui'an sneered, "Don't forget our bet."

"Mr. Qin, just treat it as a helping me, okay?"

"Well, this is what you said, then we will clear up."

This person is so smart!

"This is indeed my own handwriting of the First Emperor's sage!"

"Haha, old man, are you two singing double acts here?"

"What is a double act?"

Zhao Rui'an was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "Although this sage is just a fake, every stroke is all about the master's style. Moreover, the copy of this small seal script is completely consistent. Those who can be written must be masters."

"You are just a high school student. Even if you start copying at the age of seven, you will never have the aura of an emperor who is so arrogant!"

The most amazing thing about this small seal script is the god!

It was like the first emperor who came in person and ordered the world.

It is extremely rare for most copyists to imitate the pen tip.

And all those who can write about God are masters.

"Yeah, that's right."

However, Qin Jun did not refute, but nodded.

"I only wrote one word."

Be trusted by others and be loyal to others.

Since I agreed to Luo Chen, I will help him once.

"good!"

"Help me polish the ink."

Luo Chen had already prepared this point.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all complete.

Qin Jun glanced at him and shook his head, "Next time, change to a better one, this one is just a second-class product."

"What did you say?"

Zhao Rui'an was angry. He gave this set of landscape writing and ink by himself.

Nowadays, in China, there are few sets of things.

In this boy's mouth, he became a second-class product?

"I'm wrong."

Qin Jun nodded thoughtfully and lifted the brush, "To be precise, even second-class goods are not as good as those."

"You have the ability to say it again."

"At most, it can only be considered third-class."

"Hmph, ignorant junior!"

Zhao Rui'an sneered, "I personally bought this landscape ink from abroad, and it cost 5 million US dollars! Have you ever seen such a lot of money?"

"Then you should be fooled, this is worth up to one million."

"You fart!"

"Ahem, calm down, calm down..."

Luo Chen stood beside him, his face full of embarrassment.

What Mr. Zhao is most proud of in his life is his wise eyes and discovers countless treasures.

On weekdays, he likes to rush these things.

Now, when Qin Jun said he had been deceived, how could he swallow this?

"There is a gap in the inkstone for this four treasures, and the review is bad."

"Although the brush is sharp, it has been repaired using modern technology, and there is no ancient style of spiritual energy, and it is bad reviews."

"As for ink, is it Dragon Fragrance Ink? Is it the Ten Scenery Ink in West Lake? Bad reviews!"

"The last important paper, I don't want to comment!"

During the Qin Dynasty, although there was no paper, he used a very valuable piece of money.

After listening, Zhao Rui'an was speechless.

What Qin Jun said is not groundless and hits the key points!

"Ahem, please give me advice from Mr. Qin."

Qin Jun nodded, picked up the pen, wrote, completed it in one go, and completed it in an instant.

The time added up before and after is less than three seconds.

But the small seal script written is like a knife cutting a knife and an axe, full of solemn and murderous aura.

"What is this?"

"emperor!"

Zhao Rui'an picked up the rice paper as if he had seen gold, silver and treasures and kept rubbing it.

“Perfect, it’s so perfect!”

"The pen is like a sword, and the stroke is like a knife. A word is worth ten thousand gold!"

There are no more than ten people in the whole of China who can get such praise from him.

"Master, who are you teaching?"

"No one is qualified to be my master!"

Putting down the brush, Qin Jun turned around calmly, "I have paid off the favor I owe you. In the future, we will clear the two."

"Wait!"

Zhao Rui'an is now 70 years old. Looking at Qin Jun, he seemed to have made some important decision.

Immediately, I knelt down.

"Please also, the master will accept me as his disciple!"

"you?"

Qin Jun glanced at him and shook his head, "You are not qualified, and I will not accept you as your disciple."

The sharp knife was stunned by the side. The existence of Taishan Beidou in the antique world, kneeling down to Qin Jun, a high school student, and still want to become a disciple?

If this is taken and posted online, it is probably equivalent to an explosion in the island country and instantly becoming popular on the Internet.

"master!"

Zhao Rui'an was extremely excited. It had been too long since China had such a master appeared.
To be continued...