Chapter 30: Just this crutch shocked the whole audience!

Chapter 30: Just this crutch shocked the whole audience!

Chapter 30: Just this crutch shocked the whole audience!
Yun Feifei looked at Su Qingluan angrily, "Su Qingluan, do you have any shame? Don't use my great-grandfather as a pawn!"

"What's the difference between us? Your ancestor is my ancestor!" Su Qingluan said with a smile.

Yun Feifei retorted, "No, my ancestor will always be my ancestor, but you can be my great-grandmother!"

"I'm going to die!" Su Qingluan blushed suddenly.

Yun Mo said with a smile, "If you two really want to talk about seniority, Qingluan should be younger than Feifei!"

"Why?" Su Qingluan asked unconvinced.

"Then Mr. Du of the Du family, this man is probably the son of my apprentice, so he is my apprentice's grandson!" Yun Mo said, "According to seniority, he should be of the same generation as Feifei's father, and you are the grandson, so in terms of seniority, you must be younger than Feifei!"

“Hahaha, did you hear that?” Yun Feifei laughed immediately, “Hurry up and call me auntie!”

"No way! I'm your boss!" Su Qingluan said unconvinced, "You just called me great-grandma, and now you want to call me aunt?"

"Sure, as long as you're happy, I really don't mind!" Yun Feifei retorted.

Su Qingluan simply shut up and stopped talking.

"Also, if it wasn't for the ancestors' face, your father would never let you continue live streaming. As a boss, you have taken advantage of my aunt. Today, my aunt made a lot of extra money, why don't you say something nice? I'll give you a red envelope later!" Yun Feifei said with a smile.

"Get lost!" Su Qingluan looked at Yun Mo, "Grandfather, are you sure about the seniority? I don't want Feifei to take advantage of my age in the future!"

Yun Mo smiled and said, "That depends on whether Mr. Du from the Du family recognizes you as his grandson! If he does, you are naturally younger than Feifei!"

Su Qingluan fell silent.

Du Pan is indeed of her grandfather’s generation. He is already in his seventies or eighties, okay?
"Hahaha!" Yun Feifei still had a big smile on her face, very proud, "Grandfather, you should have shown up earlier so that I could have become an aunt earlier! And I should have many brothers and sisters! And nieces and nephews!"

Yun Feifei knew that Su Qingluan's father had younger brothers and sisters.

"But don't worry, Qingluan. Among all the nephews and nieces, your aunt will love you the most!" Yun Feifei continued teasing.

"Ahhhhh? Damn Feifei, I won't call you aunt!" Su Qingluan was about to collapse.

"It's okay, let's talk about our own things. I'll call you niece and you call me sister!" Yun Feifei said with a smile.

soon.

Several people came to an antique calligraphy and painting shop.

Yun Mo began to choose a brush.

When the store owner saw Yun Mo, a white-haired old man in a long robe, the boss personally went to receive him.

After all, in this era, most of the old people who dress like this seem to be old scholars?
Especially when Yun Mo was choosing, the boss noticed Yun Mo's cane. Judging from the patterns on it, it was not an ordinary cane.

So the boss knew that this must be a big customer.

"Bring this brush here for me to try!" Yun Mo said, pointing at the brushes displayed on a special shelf in the store.

The boss's grandson looked at the brushes on the stand and wanted to tell Yun Mo that he couldn't try the brush, but he didn't say a word.

The main reason is that it is too expensive.

The store had no plans to sell it.

But the boss had good eyesight and handed it to Yun Mo without hesitation. He also took a piece of fine rice paper and an inkstone.

"Would you like to try it yourself? I'll grind it for you?" said the boss.

"Mo is not needed!" Yun Mo said.

As he spoke, he picked up the brush and casually wrote a few strokes on the rice paper.

"It feels good!" Yun Mo expressed his satisfaction, "Let's take this pen!"

The boss and his grandson were both stunned.

Logically speaking, to test a brush, you need to get some ink, right? Otherwise, how can you know the quality and toughness of the brush?

"Wrap it up!" Yun Mo said.

The boss nodded, picked up the brush and packed it up, saying with a smile, "It seems that you like calligraphy and painting, brother, so I'll give you a set of rice paper and ink!"

"That's better!" Yun Mo said with a smile.

Yun Feifei followed the shop owner to the cashier and asked, "How much is this brush?"

"Hello, Miss, this small-leaf red sandalwood dragon-patterned Han brush is priced at 68!"

"What? How much?" Yun Feifei thought she had heard it wrong. How could it be so expensive?

Damn it, isn’t it just a brush?

How dare you?
"What's wrong?" Yun Mo asked when he saw Yun Feifei's reaction was a little big.

"Nothing!" Yun Feifei smiled bitterly, feeling distressed. She had thought that the most expensive brush would only cost a few hundred or a few thousand yuan. She had said before that the ancestors could choose whatever they wanted. But now she was slapped in the face?
In such a big store, how did our ancestors manage to accurately select such expensive brushes?
Yun Feifei remembers a variety show in which a group of people were asked to go to a supermarket to get things. They were given a shopping cart, and whoever got the most expensive things in total would win.

The ancestors had such a past? Why didn't they win the championship directly?
"Don't worry about the money, just buy it. Later, your ancestor will write a few words on it. Then you can not only get the money for the brush back, but also make tens of millions more!" Yun Mo said.

"Well, as long as you like it, old man, buy it!" Yun Feifei pouted. As long as the old man likes it,

But a few words in tens of millions?

Do you think you are the reincarnation of Tang Bohu?
Yun Feifei didn't believe it at all.

After the packaging and payment were completed, the boss personally saw the people off from the store.

After the guests left, the boss's grandson started laughing. "That old man is really funny. A few words are worth tens of millions? How can it be worth the sky? Even Qi Baishi wouldn't dare to say that? He's so old, and he's still pretending to be rich? But this family is still quite arrogant. That granddaughter is a rich person!"

"Grandpa, I can't understand why you sold him a brush like that at the original price." The grandson looked at the boss, "This one was handed down from the early Qing Dynasty. It can be sold to someone who likes it. It can be sold for more than a million yuan!"

The shop owner laughed and said, "Don't be so narrow-minded. That old man's cane can buy our entire shop!"

"What? That crutch is so awesome?" The grandson was stunned.

"Haha, how is your reaction different from that of the ignorant young girl just now?" The shop owner laughed, "That walking stick is made of golden nanmu wood, and the craftsmanship used is the hand-carved Weifang carving from the Republic of China period! The egg-sized jade on the top of the walking stick is an emerald, and this thing alone is worth 100 million. And for a walking stick to be worthy of this emerald, the golden nanmu wood must be a thousand years old! A hundred years is not even worthy!"

After saying that, the boss withdrew his gaze and looked at the rice paper.

This is the rice paper that Yun Mo used to try out his brushwork.

When he was about to fold the paper, his eyes suddenly widened and he froze in place.
(End of this chapter)