Had lunch.

Zhong Yue stood in the subway station, staring at the route sign and muttering to himself: "Hesong Road..."

The phone in my ear dialed.

"Hello."

"Old Xi."

"Zhong Yue, what's the matter?"

"Old Mr. Xi, do you know Wang Ge's grandfather?"

The other end of the phone was stunned, "His grandfather? What's wrong?"

"He called me at noon and said that his grandfather wanted to see me. If there was any problem, I wouldn't go." Zhong Yue did not directly refuse Wang Ge in the morning, but he thought about it and asked Mr. Xi first. If Wang Ge's old man was a big brother similar to Huang Sanjia, Zhong Yue still felt that it would be better if he didn't meet. Just find a reason to shirk it.

Xi Qichang said: "There is no problem. Wang Sanjin is the older generation in Shanghai's calligraphy world. I don't have much social interaction with him, but he is also a calligrapher. I guess you won Kaihongxuan's Three Treasures away. He will be dissatisfied with the Wang family."

"Yes, this is what Wang Ge said, because the last time Li Keran's masterpiece was not taken off, I had no place to hang it, and I thought I could take it down and ask it to hang it. Now I live in a study in the suburbs, so I can have a place to hang this painting."

"Study! Is it that study in Ouyang Kaishan?"

"Yes, I exchanged that lacquer book with Mr. Ouyang."

A violent cough came from the other end of the phone, "You... what kind of blessing did you have cultivated in your eight lifetimes! This is all for you!"

“…”

"When the study was first established as a high-end club, some exchange meetings and other events in the cultural circle were there. Later, when we arrived at Kaishan, we occasionally went to sit there when we gathered together. Now... no, is there an available room there? I have to stay at him for ten and a half months!"

"..." Zhong Yue was speechless for a moment, and as he spoke, he went far. "I would like to live here, but it seems that there are two remaining rooms in Xingxinzhai, but no one takes care of you here, and I still have to go to school."

Xi Qichang immediately said, "It doesn't matter. It's not easy to stay alone. I'll stay with my wife for a few days, okay? Don't worry, we just want to come to the suburbs to change our mood. You've eaten what my wife did when it comes to eating, right?"

"Okay, I'll go and meet this Wang Sanjin first. This name is really casual. Could it be that this person will give birth to three jin?"

"Haha, this name was well-known in Shanghai back then. I drank one pound of wine, ate one pound of meat, and wrote one pound of ink every day, so I came here."

Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth and wrote a pound of ink... This is a bit exaggerated. After chatting with Xi Qichang for a few words, he hung up the phone and walked into the subway.

...

...

This side of Hesong Road is also a prime location in Shanghai. People entering and leaving here generally have some wealth. Zhong Yue found the door according to the address.

The one who opened the door was Wang Ge. At home, the pretending long gown was finally removed. He was wearing a white shirt and staring at Zhong Yue with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Mr. Wang."

"Mr. Zhong."

This was a very awkward greeting, and Wang Ge didn't even act like asking Zhong Yue to sit inside. He turned his head and walked inside. The general meaning was to let Zhong Yue follow in.

There was a faint ink fragrance in the house, not like the thick sandalwood smell that Zhong Yue smelled in Kaihongxuan before. It was simple and neat, and the style was somewhat similar to the decoration of Zhong Yue at home before.

He closed the door and followed Wang Ge into the round arched inner door.

Wang Sanjin's hair and beard were all white, and he was just hanging his pen on his wrist and running script.

"Here you come."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Well, it's true that young. If you have such a pen, you will have a bright future."

"Old Wang, come here, can't you come to ask me for the three treasures of Kaihongxuan back?"

Wang Sanjin put the pen aside, "This is what Age lost to you, and it is his business to get it back with his ability. I have told him a long time ago that young people should know that there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people beyond man. Do you dare to compete with others in calligraphy? Now you meet those calligraphers who are somewhat famous, and who dare to compete for themselves and compete in such a way?"

Except for the ranking order of Lanting Cup and the National Exhibition, basically, in the Shanghai cultural circle, calligraphy is always in the form of communication, and there is no way to compete with each other in the way of betting and fighting like Wang Ge. Since ancient times, there is no first in literature. If calligraphy is to be discussed, it is necessary to break up and cause trouble. Where is the cultivation quality of literati?

"Grandpa, I know I'm wrong."

"Wrong? It's still time for you to admit your mistake now? I told you not to enter the business circle before, just because you are afraid that you will be blinded by interests. Look at your current level, compared with seven or eight years ago, not only did you not improve, but you have regressed! This is to lose face of our Wang family!"

Zhong Yue looked at the scene of his grandfather scolding his grandson, "Old Wang, you came here to me, don't you just want me to watch a sad show, right?"

"Zhong Yue, what do you mean? Respect my grandfather!" I was being scolded in front of me, which made Wang Ge unable to raise his head. Now I was so sorry for Zhong Yue again. Wang Ge became a little unhappy and looked at Zhong Yue coldly.

Wang Sanjin said, "It is natural to have something to do with you. If he loses to you, he will not be bothered. But this "Letter to the Wang Family" is something passed down from our Wang family. It is left in the hands of outsiders and is ashamed of his ancestors, so you offer a price and I want to take it back."

"Come back?" Zhong Yue frowned. Now he is still understanding the eight methods of Yong. If he uses the picture book to take out the "Wang Family Letter" in the system, what he has learned is only a little bit of fur. Storage in the system is not simply similar to the function of images. The eight methods of Yong are further derived from the nine powers of the gods and humans. So once it is taken out, the nine powers of the Moyun may return to its original appearance, and Zhong Yue will not be able to observe the eight methods of Yong. This is not simple, and can be replaced by taking photos or engravings.

Wang Sanjin said seriously: "Yes, you can offer a price. As long as it is within the scope of my Wang family."

The Kaihongxuan family has a great career, not to mention that Wang Ge is Wang Ge, and the Wang family is another matter. This range of tolerance is actually much larger than what Zhong Yue imagines now.

An ancient book may have a price of auction on the market, even if it is a sky-high price, it will only cost millions. But if Zhong Yue really dares to pay tens of millions, Wang Sanjin may have agreed with gritted teeth, but his face will not be so beautiful.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't accept this condition."

"The price is up to you, what else do you want?!"

"Age." Wang Sanjin sighed when he saw Wang Ge who was a little irritated, "You go out first, I want to talk to Zhong Yue alone."

"Grandpa, he didn't come sincerity..."

Zhong Yue turned his head and said, "Mr. Wang, there seems to be no one in the bet between you and you. It seems that you still owe me the painting of Li Keran as agreed."

"Yes, this time I asked Age to invite you over, it has nothing to do with the previous bet. As for the redemption of the Letter of Home, it depends entirely on your wishes."
Chapter completed!