The system invites me to be the boss

chapter 40

After completing the first transaction, the system continues to filter.

Brother Hip continues to sell sugar cane.

Brother Sisi is addicted to selling barbecue, but without incense powder, he can't do it.

Yu Wenzhuo seemed to be in a good mood after receiving this dividend.

After all, this is the first money he has earned in his life. Although it is only 1000 yuan, his mood is obviously high.

"Boss, what are we doing today?"

Jian Rui shrugged his shoulders: "Do you want to sell sugar cane?"

"it is good."

Yu Wenzhuo has never been exposed to such a low-level life, and now he is still full of curiosity about everything.

And the belief that he has to earn money to go to school by himself also keeps him full of energy all the time.

Just don't know how long it will last.

When he came to the place where the stall was set up, Brother Hip parked the tricycle in the old place, and Yu Wenzhuo offered to help set up the stall.

After finishing it, he asked with some expectation: "Do you want me to yell a few times?"

Jian Rui and Brother Hip looked at him at the same time.

"What are you looking at me for?" Yu Wenzhuo asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

Brother Hip shook his head, lightly pointed to the electric horn hanging on the car, the meaning in his eyes was very obvious: you are a bumpkin.

Being despised by the butt brother, Yu Wenzhuo dared not speak out. He fiddled with the electric horn for a while, and finally thought of a place to play his role.

"Your voice doesn't sound good. Let me record it again for you."

After fiddling with it for a while, I finally got the recording reset.

But when I hung it back up, I was extremely happy and sad. The electric horn fell to the ground with a clatter, and there was no sound at all.

Jian Rui: ...

Butt Brother: ...

Seeing the two men cast contemptuous glances at him again, Yu Wenzhuo scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'll go buy a new one."

"Forget it." Jian Rui said.

Selling sugar cane is only temporary, and it is estimated that it will not last for a few days, so there is no need to spend money on it.

"Then I'll get a sign!"

Half an hour later, Yu Wenzhuo came back carrying a large wooden board. He didn't know where he got it.

He took out a large marker pen and wrote a few lines of big characters eloquently.

Looking at the crooked font, Jian Rui and Brother Hip took another look at him.

Feeling the contempt in the eyes of the two, Yu Wenzhuo was about to cry: "Please don't despise me all the time, okay, I feel that I almost lost the confidence to live!"

Jian Rui smiled and said, "It's okay, just get used to it."

Yu Wenzhuo: ...

Brother Hip walked up to the board and rubbed his hand back and forth on the board a few times. A thin layer was wiped off the surface of the board, and a tiny piece of powder fell off.

Yu Wenzhuo's eyes were almost straight when he saw it. Is this an iron sand palm or a chainsaw palm?

But what surprised him was still behind. Brother Hip leaned the board on the tricycle, and then picked up the knife for peeling sugarcane.

Chachacha, a burst of sawdust splashed, and the four vertical lines of characters were already carved.

Even Jian Rui was a little surprised this time.

He knew that Brother Hip was powerful, but he didn't expect to have such a deep knowledge of calligraphy.

These characters are free-spirited, and the strokes are as sharp as a sword, which is comparable to some others.

"Just this word, you can definitely make money by going to the capital to write calligraphy!" Yu Wenzhuo also saw the business opportunities contained in it at a glance, "How about we let Brother Hip write some calligraphy and we sell it?"

"Is there a way?"

"Yes," Yu Wenzhuo assured, "My grandfather likes calligraphy and painting, and so do his friends. It should be possible for us to sell directly at the door. Do you want to try?"

Just try it.

Anyway, it doesn't take much time and cost to write. If you can really sell it, it's better than selling sugar cane in the sun and rain.

"Then I'll go get the Four Treasures of the Study!"

Yu Wenzhuo ran away in a hurry again.

This time it took him two hours to come back with a bunch of things.

"Xuan paper, Hu pen, Hui ink, Duan inkstone!"

Yu Wenzhuo took out everything one by one, and everything looked very delicate, and it was estimated to be expensive.

If Jian Rui remembers correctly, this guy only has 1000 yuan, right?

Can you buy so many things?

"Aren't these things cheap?" Jian Rui asked, "Where did you get them?"

"It's from my grandfather's house, and it's not very valuable." Yu Wenzhuo pointed to an inkstone and said, "It's just a little more expensive, about 30 yuan. My grandfather likes it the most. I usually put it in the study and don't let others touch it." .”

Jian Rui: ...Your grandfather hasn't hit you for three days, right?
Turning the sign selling sugar cane into a table and laying out the rice paper, Yu Wenzhuo took out a bottle of high-grade mineral water and poured it into the inkstone, and then began to grind the ink.

"I've been doing this job since I was a child, and my grandfather agrees with the ink I grind."

Jian Rui thought to himself, just brag, no one knows anyway.

Jian Rui also wrote calligraphy when he was a child, and he has a deep memory of the smell of that small bottle of ink. He doesn't know whether it is the smell of ink or the smell of ink.

But this ink is different.

As the ink became thicker and darker, it actually exuded a special fragrance, and I don't know what spices were added in it.

As expected of a rich man, he uses high-end goods.

After the ink was finished, Brother Hip started to write like flying, writing seven large characters in one breath: Draw your sword and look around in a daze.

"Beautiful!" Yu Wenzhuo praised, "One more!"

But Brother Hip shook his head and said, "I feel like I can't write anything better than this."

Yu Wenzhuo was a little bit regretful, but in the end he said beamingly: "One picture is enough, and it can be sold for tens of thousands."

"Can it really sell so much?"

"Don't worry boss," Yu Wenzhuo said, "You have to trust me on this."

Let the hip brother sign the name, and then carved a seal with sugarcane on the spot to cover it, and the two of them went to the capital with this letter.

After finding a place to frame the words, Yu Wenzhuo used Jian Rui's cell phone to call a friend of his grandfather's.

Negotiations were simple, but successful.

The other party learned that they had calligraphy and paintings by famous artists in their hands, and asked to see them immediately.

"This time I'm making an appointment with my grandfather Zhang," Yu Wenzhuo said. "He is the kind who can't even walk when he sees a calligraphy and painting he likes, but in my grandfather's words, his eyesight is a little lacking."

"Is it because people are crazy about having too much money?" Jian Rui said, "Is it okay for you to cheat your Grandpa Zhang like this?"

"How can this be called a trap?" Yu Wenzhuo said, "Besides, he is richer than my family. There are four courtyard houses in the second ring road. Do you understand?"

Rich indeed!
"But I can't come forward this time, otherwise I will be exposed and I will definitely be taken back."

"Okay, I'll go alone."

According to the better address, the two soon came to a teahouse.

Yu Wenzhuo was waiting downstairs, while Jian Rui met Mr. Zhang in an elegant private room upstairs.

He looks to be in his 70s, has white hair, and is wearing a plain shirt.

As Yu Wenzhuo said, he looked very ordinary, but the young man sitting next to him was covered in famous brands, and he was probably his assistant or something.

After introducing himself, Mr. Zhang couldn't wait.

"Little brother, there are really good words, so hurry up and take a look."

Jian Rui took out the framed words, Zhang Lao's assistant cleaned up the table, and then carefully unfolded the words.

When he saw the first word, Mr. Zhang put away the smile on his face and became very solemn.

As the scroll slowly unfolded, he couldn't help standing up and unfolding the rest himself.

Seeing the seven big characters written in one go, Mr. Zhang only felt like an old heart, which was beating uncontrollably at this moment.

Having lived for a long time, he has seen many authentic works by famous artists, but there has never been a painting that can move his heart so much.

Not only because the font is vigorous and sharp like a blade, but also because these seven big characters contain a strong artistic conception!
Looking at these words, he seemed to be standing beside a torrential river, staring at the huge waves rolling in the river, lamenting the ups and downs of life and the ruthless passage of time.

Good word!
To write such characters, in addition to the astonishing calligraphy attainments, you must also have a magnificent life experience with ups and downs.

But even though his heart was like waves rolling, Mr. Zhang always maintained restraint on his face.

Don't show too much excitement, otherwise the other party will ask for a lot of money.

But Jian Rui noticed the series of subtle changes in expression on his face and took pleasure in it.

It seems that the word "hip brother" is really powerful, and there will definitely be no problem in selling it.

Next, just think about how to negotiate a good price.

(End of this chapter)