Entertainment: Let You Do A Side Job And Set Up A Stall To Tell Fortunes?

One party's used residual ink actually sold for 150,000 yuan, and it was Yang Lin himself who proposed such a price.

This kind of operation not only stunned the program team, but also the audience in the live broadcast room said it was incredible.

"No, can a piece of ink used by someone else really be sold? And it was sold for 150,000 yuan. This is too outrageous."

"If I hadn't watched the entire live broadcast, I would have suspected it was a script."

"I just checked. Ancient ink is indeed very valuable, but the most expensive ones are just that."

"None of the sky-high-priced ink ingots auctioned online are of excellent quality. If it is really a top-quality ingot, selling it for 150,000 yuan is actually nothing."

"But the problem is that only 1/3 of the piece is left, and the patterns on it are blurred. How did it sell at such a price?"

"Is it because Yang Lin people are stupid and have too much money?"

"I don't understand. I really don't understand. You can't spend money like this even if you have a lot of money."

"Is it possible that this ink ingot is some kind of cultural relic or national treasure?"

"It's just a piece of ink, how can it be a national treasure?"

"I think Yang Lin definitely didn't spend 150,000 yuan to buy such a piece of residual ink for no reason. I don't know if there is something in it."

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Just when netizens expressed their incomprehension, the program team finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Teacher Yang, can you tell us what the ink is about and why you spent 150,000 to buy it?"

"Yeah, it looks completely worthless."

Faced with the questioning from several members of the program team, Yang Lin quickly gave the answer.

He first picked up the ink ingot from the box, and then looked at the girl.

"If Pindao guessed correctly, this piece of ink should have come from the palace."

"And it should have been used by a certain emperor."

Hearing Yang Lin's words, a hint of surprise flashed across the girl's face.

"How did you figure it out, Taoist Priest?"

"It is indeed as you said, this piece of ink was once a royal possession of Emperor Qianlong, but was later stolen by someone in the palace."

"After many twists and turns, he ended up living among the people."

"It is precisely because of this that my grandfather regarded it as a treasure."

"Taoist Master, you should have recognized its identity at a glance. You must be no ordinary person, Taoist Master."

After listening to the girl's story, the faces of the program crew suddenly showed a hint of surprise.

They finally understood why Yang Lin was willing to pay such a high price for a piece of residual ink.

"Teacher Yang, is what he said true or false? Is this piece of ink really used by Emperor Qianlong?"

"That's it. No wonder you are willing to spend money to buy it."

"You must have noticed it early on, right?"

As several members of the program team said, when the girl took out the ink ingot, Yang Lin could already feel a faint trace of dragon energy on the ink ingot.

And the person who can leave the dragon energy on this ink must be a certain emperor.

It was just such a trace of dragon energy that made this originally mediocre ink ingot undergo a qualitative leap.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Lin put the remaining ink into his sleeve with satisfaction.

Now the pen and ink are done.

All that's left is the inkstone and paper.

Compared with paper and ink, Yang Lin's requirements for inkstone and paper are not high.

Therefore, under the introduction of the girl, he quickly bought an inkstone worth more than 10,000 yuan and several pieces of rice paper.

It was at this point that the girl finally understood Yang Lin's intention.

But just because she understood this, she became even more surprised.

You must know that Yang Lin spent millions on buying this four-piece set of ink, paper and inkstones.

If it is used as a gift, it must be a big gift.

But if it is just used to satisfy your daily writing, it is a bit too luxurious.

Thinking of this, she finally couldn't help but ask.

"Taoist Priest, are you really buying these just for your own use?"

When everyone heard this question, Yang Lin thought for a moment, and then answered slowly and leisurely.

"Yes and no."

"Uh...what does that mean."

"Pindao has an elder whose birthday is tomorrow, and Pindao is going to handwrite it himself as a birthday gift for him."

"Huh? It took me a long time to give it a gift."

The girl never expected such a result.

After a while, she finally reacted.

"Taoist Master, you told me earlier that there is no need to go to such trouble."

“In fact, our store can also provide ghostwriting services.”

"My grandfather and several of his old friends are upstairs today. They are all members of the Dragon Kingdom Calligraphers Association."

"Everyone is a master. If you want to ask them for a calligraphy, it usually costs tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Today, if you spend so much in our store, I can ask them to give you a calligraphy for free."

"What do you think? This is an additional service I provide you."

After saying this, she sized up Yang Lin's reaction.

But after looking at Yang Lin for a long time, there was no sign of emotion on his face.

Her first reaction was that Yang Lin didn't believe her.

In order to prove herself, she quickly pointed to the works on the wall and a bunch of photos of old men and said:

"This is my Grandpa Li. If you search for his name on the Internet, you can definitely find his works. One of his recent works was auctioned online and sold for 1.86 million."

"This is my Grandpa Huang. He is the vice chairman of the Longguo Calligraphers Association and the vice president of the Longguo Academy of Fine Arts. His calligraphy is worth a fortune. He stopped writing more than ten years ago, but he loves me the most. , as long as the Taoist priest opens your mouth, I will ask him to come down and write one for you."

"This is my Grandpa Zhang. Don't look at his sly eyebrows, but his cursive hand is very good. Look at the calligraphy, it's beautiful."

"I'm telling you, there are usually a lot of people who come here asking for letters. Some people offer millions, but they don't even bother to ask these old men."

"I see that you know the goods, Taoist Master, so I am willing to help you with this."

But as soon as the girl finished speaking, Yang Lin smiled and shook his head.

"No need, it doesn't matter whether the writing is good or bad, what matters is the intention."

"Besides, Pindao's calligraphy is pretty good, so I won't bother the masters."

"Excuse me, do you have a quiet room here? If so, Pindao will finish writing it here and I'll ask you to frame it for me."

Seeing that Yang Lin was unmoved, the girl said nothing more.

Soon he led Yang Lin to a quiet room on the second floor.

The green smoke is slowly blowing in the quiet room, which is full of artistic conception.

After just one glance, Yang Lin immediately nodded with satisfaction.

He casually took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he bought earlier.

After washing his hands, burning incense, and concentrating, he was ready to write.

But at this moment, there was sudden movement upstairs.

The next second, four old men appeared at the door of the quiet room.

These old men just looked around casually at first, but soon they were as if they were being restrained by a restraining spell.

Especially when they saw the pen in Yang Lin's hand and the ink in front of him.

Their expressions suddenly became less calm.