In Dazhou, I was overheard by the Empress

"Gold fountain pen? For sale, of course!"

Ye Chen nodded.

Isn't it just to sell pens that you make yourself?
Wouldn't it be good to make another one if you want to use it?
[But how is the price set? 】

[This gold fountain pen can be regarded as the pro max ultra among fountain pens, and it must be more expensive than wooden fountain pens. 】

[Wooden fountain pen costs 20 taels, this gold fountain pen costs 100 taels, at least 2000 taels, right? 】

Hearing Ye Chen's heartfelt voice, Ji Fanxing couldn't hold back anymore.

Two thousand pieces? !

In this way, you can sell as much as you have to the old lady, and the old lady will sell it for 20 or even [-] pieces!

Moreover, the supply is definitely in short supply, and many people still can't get it!

Fortunately, before Ye Chen could say what he was thinking, Wang Hongchang spoke first.

"Holy Son, to be honest, this pen means more to me than that day's Lin Hao."

"But the old man really doesn't have that much silver taels... How about just 200 million?"

Wang Hongchang gritted his teeth and said.

Originally, he planned to pay 100 million, but after thinking about it, this 100 million seems to be a fraction of Tian Linmo.

Since I value this golden fountain pen more than that day's Linhao, how can I only give it a fraction?

If you have money, you must add another 1000 million.

It's a pity that although I have some fame, my ability to realize money is not that strong.

A pair of calligraphy and painting can be sold for several 10 taels, so this 200 million taels is definitely not a small amount for Wang Hongchang!
"The Holy Son's money is actually worth 200 million?!"

The audience below were a little excited.

They witnessed the manufacturing process of this pen with their own eyes!
The Holy Son directly kneaded it from a piece of gold to a pen, and it didn't take more than half a minute.

This can sell for 200 million? !

"One thing to say, this golden fountain pen can write the soul, and its historical significance is of great significance. For calligraphers, its significance is no less than that of Tianlin."

"It's just that this pen is not so recognizable to laymen, so it can't be sold at such an outrageous price as Tianlinhao."

Someone in the audience said pertinently.

You go out with a Tianlin hair, and anyone who knows a little bit knows that you should be a top boss.

But if you take a golden fountain pen of the Son, who will know it?

Just as there are many cars in Blue Star that have higher performance than supercars, but the price may be a fraction of that of others.

"200?"

Ye Chen was overjoyed.

This is directly a thousand times higher than my psychological expectations!

[No, what's going on recently. 】

[Master's valuation is quite objective every time, and there is no money for materials alone? 】

【How can they give so much every time? 】

[Could it be that the young master missed something? 】

Hearing Ye Chen's voice, Ji Fanxing also thought about this question.

Finally, she thought for a long time before she came to a conclusion.

It should be that every time Ye Chen creates something, he doesn't know how meaningful it is!

Like this golden fountain pen, Ye Chen is not a calligrapher, how does he know how much this means to a calligrapher?
Should I say it or not, Ye Chen's strength is still bottomless...

"200? Deal!"

Ye Chen directly agreed.

Wang Hongchang also let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Shengzi didn't say an auction backhand, otherwise he seemed that some of the people present wanted the money.

He probably won't be able to get 200 million!
200 million is different from 100 million. As a calligrapher, Wang Hongchang has no industry.

So it's always in my storage bag.

Now with a wave of his hand, twenty boxes of silver were placed in front of Ye Chen.

This box is about the same size as the box Kong Rui sent before, and it should be one hundred thousand boxes.

Ye Chen stopped counting boxes one by one.

He directly handed the gold fountain pen to Wang Hongchang.

"Thank you Holy Son!"

As if Wang Hongchang had found a treasure, he couldn't put it down after receiving the pen.

He looked and rubbed repeatedly.

Seeing his appearance, Liang Shi's heart was itchy as well.

Tianlin didn't take it down today, so I can take a gold fountain pen and give it to my master Kong Rui.

This golden fountain pen can write the soul, and Kong Rui is also dabbling in calligraphy, so he will be very happy to get such a pen!
"Holy Son, are you planning to mass-produce this golden fountain pen?"

Liang Shi hurriedly asked.

"Mass production?"

Ye Chen touched his head.

"There is no plan for mass production yet, but if you want, I can make one on the spot."

"Really?! Holy Son, this is two million taels of silver!"

Liang Shi seemed afraid that Ye Chen would regret it, and hurriedly sent twenty boxes of silver to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen couldn't help but smile when he saw this.

How can there be a saying of throwing the full amount in your face first?
You only need to pay a deposit for the reservation?

Are you not afraid of running away with your own money?

While Ye Chen was thinking this way, he took out a piece of gold and leisurely kneaded it into a gold fountain pen.

"Thank you Holy Son!"

After Liang Shi received the gold fountain pen, he quickly wrapped it up, for fear of bumping it somewhere.

Seeing this scene, the audience was dumbfounded.

Earn 200 million in less than half a minute? !

Digging gold mines is not as fast as Shengzi, right?
"Okay, then our tea party is now officially over."

Xiao Fei announced it himself.

No way, now that he saw the infinite potential of Shengzi's pen, he couldn't wait to talk to him about cooperation!
As soon as these words came out, the audience started to stand up one after another.

Ye Chen walked to the table again.

He hasn't used Linhao yet, so he has to try out how the top brush feels before he makes a move.

Can it compare to a pen.

So Ye Chen picked up the pen and prepared to dip in the ink.

His action immediately made all the audience sit down again!
The Holy Son started writing again, can we leave without reading it? !
It's just that Xiao Fei frowned instantly, and his whole face became embarrassing!
"Holy Son, wait a minute!"

"Ok?"

Ye Chen was a little puzzled, but he still stopped the Tianlin hair in his hand.

"What's wrong, can I still use this money now?"

"Of course, but this ink is for ordinary brushes."

"How can Tian Linhao use such ink?"

Xiao Fei was overjoyed for a while.

Fortunately, Tian Lin was not contaminated with that cheap ink!
"what is it now?"

"Don't worry, I have asked the people below to grind the top ink sticks."

As soon as the words fell, the servants came up with the top ink.

Before people approached, the fragrance of ink came over.

Refreshing.

"It's really good ink."

Ye Chen murmured.

Hearing the Son's affirmation, Xiao Fei felt proud.

"Come on, Son, try it now."

Ye Chen was also unambiguous, just dipped in the ink and started to write.

He originally wanted to write "The Preface to the Lanting Collection", but now he naturally chose the Preface to the Lanting Collection for practice.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring, I will meet at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, and do the rituals..."

As Ye Chen wrote each stroke, he found that this top-notch brush was really different from ordinary brushes.

First of all, the texture is easy for me to adapt to, and I can write words that are almost like a gold fountain pen!
And his "Preface to Lanting Collection" was practiced in his previous life, so the calligraphy written in this brush actually has a lot of meaning!

He can actually write the fonts that he practiced calligraphy with hard pens!
In other words, just like Ji Fanxing and Wang Hongchang, they have written their own style!