To be honest, Zhao Yuan doesn't understand the quality of paper, ink, and inkstones, but it doesn't matter, he has a puppet master.

After scanning and testing by the puppet master, he confirmed that the paper, ink and inkstone that the boss took out this time were indeed a good product, and it was also the best thing in this calligraphy and painting shop. Especially the inkstone, which was carefully carved by a special inkstone master, with exquisite shapes and artistic atmosphere.

The goods are good, so the price is naturally not cheap, but this is not a problem for Zhao Yuan, who just made 3 billion yuan.

After paying by swiping the card, Zhao Yuan made a request: "Can you lend your desk to use it?"

"Are you going to paint?" the boss asked.

Zhao Yuan nodded.

"No problem." The boss agreed, helping Zhao Yuan personally, freeing up the things on the big table, and leaving him with enough space.

Seeing that he was going to paint, several people next to him looked at him with curious eyes. Even the person who was painting stopped writing, wanting to see what this young man should use such expensive paper and ink to draw, and what he could draw.

The Bone Girl parked the car now and walked into the calligraphy and painting shop.

Zhao Yuan raised his hand and pointed to the paper, ink, and inkstone on the table, and ordered: "Spread paper and grind ink."

"Yes." The bone girl responded, walked forward and helped Zhao Yuan prepare.

When the Bone Girl was alive, she was a military general from Japan. At that time, Japan admired Chinese civilization very much. The upper-class officials and nobles all recited Tang poetry and Song lyrics and wrote Chinese characters.

Calligraphy and painting are also essential skills for the upper-class officials.

Although the Bone Girl was a general of Ji, in order to be able to integrate into the upper class at that time, she also hired famous teachers to learn calligraphy and painting skills. Although she had forgotten many memories of her life, these skills were like martial arts and had already penetrated into its bones.

So it is very familiar with things like laying paper and grinding ink. At this moment, a series of actions are not only flowing, but also have ancient styles and charms, making people shine and feel quite beautiful.

"This girl is pretty good!"

"Looking at her actions of laying paper and grinding ink, you will know that it has a great attainment in calligraphy and painting!"

"The red sleeves add fragrance and grinding ink with plain hands is simply the highest level that we pursue! This kid is so enviable!"

While people were envious, they were also curious. They all thought that Zhao Yuan was so capable of making a good picture, and his painting skills were definitely not bad! I just don’t know how high it would be?

While no one was paying attention, Zhao Yuan took out the Dragon Blood Talisman Pen.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this pen has nothing special except fancy.

After the bone girl grind the ink, Zhao Yuan picked up the pen, dipped it in full ink, and started painting the pen walking around the dragon.

White paper and black ink are like yin and yang, and are born with a special charm.

Zhao Yuan painted quickly, and he finished painting in just a few minutes. He put the dragon blood talisman pen in clean water to moisten it.

"So fast?!"

The boss and the guests in the store were surprised by Zhao Yuan's speed and surrounded him to see what he had drawn.

This look disappointed them.

"What is this drawing? Is the ghost drawing a talisman?"

"I thought this kid was a precious paper and ink, and served by a beautiful woman, and could really draw any rare masterpiece. Unexpectedly, he just danced a few strokes on the paper. Can this thing be considered a painting? My grandson's graffiti are better than this!"

"It turns out that this kid is just a pretender! Unfortunately, I don't have real skills, so I can only pretend to overturn the car."

Although people didn't say anything, they complained without any mercy in their hearts.

It is just because there is nothing in this painting made by Zhao Yuan except for a seemingly random ink ball.

Can this also be called painting? What a joke!

Even the boss couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Drawing something that is worse than that of **** is actually a waste of resources to use precious paper and ink, and even be served by beautiful women!"

Zhao Yuan saw the disdainful expressions on these people's faces, but he didn't take them to heart. Instead, he smiled with a very appreciative expression and said with satisfaction: "Well, the drawing is good."

Everyone rolled their eyes together and complained in their hearts: "That's good? Damn, are you blind or are you too thick and shameless? Do you know what it means to draw? Have you ever seen a real good draw?"

The boss is also a person with no moral integrity. He smiled and said, "Since you think it's good, do you want to frame it? My paintings are first-class and the price is fair."

Zhao Yuan shook his head and refused: "No, I'm in a hurry."

It takes time to frame the paintings. The better the frame, the more time it takes. It is almost twelve o'clock now, and Zhao Yuan is still rushing to attend Grandpa Wu's birthday ceremony, but he has no time to waste it here.

Of course, the painting was not mounted, and it did not seem grand enough. Zhao Yuan gently lifted the painting from the table and sighed: "That's it. Anyway, I'm using this painting to give it to people. Let them take it to frame it themselves."

Everyone in the store was shocked again.

Such a bad painting, you have the nerve to give it to someone? Aren’t you afraid that others will beat you up after seeing this painting?

Zhao Yuan took the painting and left with great strides.

Seeing that he left, the person who had painted the painting pointed at the boss and complained: "Old Liu, what do you think? Such a bad painting is actually necessary to be framed."

The boss replied: "I am a businessman, of course I have to seize the opportunity to make money. Unfortunately, the boy refused to put up the paintings. Otherwise, with his tyrannical spirit of buying paper, ink and inkstones, putting up the paintings will definitely make a big profit."

"He refused, which means he was a little self-aware and knew that his paintings were bad." Another person said.

Although their voices behind them were small, Zhao Yuan could hear them clearly.

Even though Zhao Mei couldn't understand people's words, she guessed what they mean from the disgusting expressions of these people: "Dad, these people seem to be disgusting your paintings."

"That's because they don't know the goods." Zhao Yuan replied with a smile, "This painting is just a semi-finished product, and the last and most critical step has not been completed yet. Although it looks not very good now, when the last step is completed, there will be earth-shaking changes!"

"Really? What's the change?" Zhao Mei came to interest and asked curiously. Even the bone girl's eyes flashed with a little curious look.

However, Zhao Yuan kept a secret: "Keep confidential." At the same time, he opened the ring and put the painting into the ring space while the ink was not dry.

Things in the ring space will remain in the state when placed. That is to say, no matter how long this painting is placed in the ring space, as long as it is not taken out, the ink marks on it will not dry out.

This is very important. If the ink is dried, the effect of the last step will be greatly reduced.
Chapter completed!