The Almighty God starts from the NPC in the crying secret room

Chapter 42
Since he did not receive any annoying calls, Wu Ming felt that there was no need to stay in the mountains.

So I went back to Shencheng with more than a dozen people. After saying goodbye reluctantly, everyone went back to their respective homes and was busy.

After returning home, Wu Ming took out his mobile phone and opened Cyclops, and found that Zhang Wenling had replied to his private message.

The content of the private message is very simple, in addition to encouraging Wu Ming to work hard, it is to invite Wu Ming to visit the capital if he is free.

At the end of the private letter, Zhang Wenling also attached his address and contact information.

Wu Ming thought that it would be good to go to the capital. Apart from broadening his horizons, there will be new themes in the live broadcast or video.

So he didn't even need to pack his luggage, and went directly to the airport after buying a ticket.

Now that science and technology are advanced, the two big cities are thousands of miles apart, but it only takes three hours to get there by plane.

In the era that Wu Ming lived in, he might not have been able to travel back and forth between these two cities several times in his lifetime.

After arriving in the capital, Wu Ming found a hotel to stay and planned to take a rest before visiting the old professor.

Sitting on the sofa by the window, looking at the scenery of the capital outside the window, Wu Ming's first impression of the city is the atmosphere.

Busy crowds on the street, densely packed cars on the road, towering buildings and so on.

They are all explaining to people what a prosperous international metropolis should look like.

Wu Ming came directly to the capital without stopping, and it was his first time flying by plane.

He was still quite tired, so he sat and fell asleep on the sofa.

When he woke up, the sun was already setting outside.

This kind of time is not suitable for visiting, and Wu Ming also thought of one thing, that is, he didn't prepare a gift.

Although a character like Zhang Wenling, even if he doesn't bring a gift to the door, the other party will not feel unhappy.

But it's one thing if the other party doesn't care, it's another if you're prepared.

Wu Ming learned from the original owner's memory and experience that when visiting others, the gifts they prepare are usually tobacco, wine and tea.

However, through Cyclops and other public channels, Wu Ming learned that Zhang Wenling didn't like smoking.

As for wine and tea, he doesn't understand these two things at all, and buying cheap ones will actually offend people.

If it is expensive, his economic conditions are a bit unfavorable, and he is easy to be cheated.

If Zhang Wenling didn't like the gift he bought, then it would be a bit wrong for him to spend the money.

After much deliberation, Wu Ming decided to send Zhang Wenling a poem.

How can I say that Zhang Wenling also met Wu Ming through poetry, and therefore invited Wu Ming to be a guest.

As for Zhang Wenling's favorite thing, Wu Ming doesn't know, but poetry must be among them.

Compared with ordinary gifts like tea and wine, a good poem might make Zhang Wen more happy.

In the end, there is only one problem left. It is absolutely impossible to write a poem on a random piece of paper.

It is still necessary to use pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so that it is formal enough and can also reflect his sincerity.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming turned on his phone and searched for places that sell the Four Treasures of the Study.

It can only be said that it is worthy of the imperial city of several dynasties, and there are more than a dozen century-old shops selling the four treasures of the study.

Wu Ming picked the one closest to the hotel and set off.

When he arrived at his destination, he found that there was more than just the century-old shop.

Instead, dozens of similar shops are gathered, and they are lined up on both sides, forming a "Mobao Street".

Wu Ming didn't wander around, he went straight to the century-old store with a clear goal.

This store is called "Yanmo Pavilion", with red bricks and green tiles, antique, and you can smell a strange fragrance of ink when standing outside the store.

Although the architectural style of the previous Biwu Mountain B&B is also retro, you can still feel an obvious modern atmosphere.

The Yanmo Pavilion is different. Not only the appearance of the building, but also the "aura" it exudes gives people a sense of historical precipitation.

After entering the Yanmo Pavilion, I don't know if it's because it's close to the meal time. There are not many customers here.

An old man in white exercise clothes was sitting on a rocking chair behind the counter, reading a book in his hand.

As if sensing someone coming in, the old man raised his head and glanced at Wu Ming.

After seeing Wu Ming's appearance clearly, the old man's eyebrows moved slightly, but Wu Ming didn't notice it because he was blocked by the book.

After glancing at the store, Wu Ming came to the counter and asked, "Hello, old man. I want to write a poem for my elders.

Do you have any recommended brushes, inks, papers and inkstones? "

The old man put down the book, stood up slowly and asked: "Young man, this store only sells high-quality pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

The price is relatively expensive, are you ready to have enough money to buy it? "

Hearing what the old man said, Wu Ming realized one thing.

A century-old store like this, for the sake of face and reputation, will not sell fakes, let alone shoddy them.

But the problem is that nothing they sell is cheap.

Although not many people use brushes to write now, the price of good brushes, inks, papers and inkstones is definitely not low.

For example, a high-quality Langhao pen can cost tens of thousands of dollars conservatively.

After a moment of silence, Wu Ming said, "Old man, it's me, Meng Lang. But can you tell me the price?
Let me have a mental preparation, but also let me open my eyes? "

"We have an inkstone in our store, worth 300 million..." The old man replied calmly.

Hearing the old man's quotation, Wu Ming smiled wryly in his heart.

He knew that good inkstone was expensive, but he didn't expect it to be as expensive as a house.

His "big sum" of tens of thousands of dollars probably wouldn't even be able to afford even a corner of that inkstone.

"Young man, I heard you said that you want to write a poem to send to the elders. I think of your sincerity. There is a place for people to try their pens over there.
You write a poem, if the poem is good enough, I can decide to give you a set of the Four Treasures of the Study,
It's not the best in my shop, but it's better than most of the shops around here,
If not, you should go to another store to buy it!A set of the Four Treasures of the Study worth thousands of dollars should be enough. "

Wu Ming was slightly surprised by the old man's words, but he still decided to give it a try.

If you can get a better pen, ink, paper and inkstone, it will be more sincere to send out the poems you write.

Another point is that the old man has never been arrogant from the beginning to the end.

Even when quoting the high price of the inkstone in the store, it is almost the same as when talking about the discounted products in the supermarket with the neighbor's old man.

In other words, the old man didn't despise Wu Ming just because he was young and rich.

"No problem, old sir." Wu Ming nodded and said.

"Okay. Come with me!"

The old man brought Wu Ming to a corner of the store.

There are only square tables and wooden chairs here, exuding a simple and simple atmosphere, which is expensive at first glance.

On the incense table not far away, light smoke rose from the incense burner, and the elegant fragrance calmed Wu Ming's emotions quickly.

There is rice paper spread out on the wooden table, ground ink, and the two brushes on the pen holder seem to have just been cleaned, and they look spotless.

Just the pens, inks, papers and inkstones used for people to test pens are much better than those used by Wu Ming before.

When he came to the square table, Wu Ming picked up the brush, took two deep breaths, adjusted his state to the best, and then began to write poems.

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