From the stairs to the second floor, He Sheng leaned his head and looked at it on the second floor. He happened to see Jiang Zhonghe standing in the cabinet rack. He held a magnifying glass in his right hand and a bowl of kiln in his left hand.

Seeing He Sheng coming up the stairs, Jiang Zhonghe smiled and said, "He Sheng, are you here?"

"Grandpa Jiang, what are you looking at?" He Sheng smiled and walked towards Jiang Zhonghe.

Jiang Zhonghe replied with a smile: "A modern bowl kiln is still very complete. Do you want to come and have a look?"

He Sheng walked towards Jiang Zhonghe.

"Grandpa Jiang, why do the two words I wrote hang on the first floor for sale?" He Sheng couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhonghe couldn't help but smile happily: "Hahaha, that's all Xiaoyue's idea. She said that your handwriting is not as weak as that of everyone in calligraphy, so someone will definitely come to buy it. Unexpectedly, after just a few days after hanging it up, a gentleman fell in love with him and paid a deposit."

He Sheng couldn't help but be happy: "That's quite interesting. The person who bought my two characters is a businessman?"

"I don't know very well, I'm like a businessman, and I'm not old." Jiang Zhonghe replied.

After standing in front of the cabinet shelf for a while, Jiang Zhonghe put the bowl kiln back on the cabinet shelf, and then he walked towards the willow wooden table on the second floor.

"Hey, compared to Yangchong City, the environment in this place is much better. Look at the cabinet shelves on the left, these are some old items I have in Yangchong City, but these things are not easy to sell now, so I can only keep them like this..." Jiang Zhonghe looked at the cabinet shelves on the left, frowned slightly.

"Oh by the way, you're here. Come and set a price for this thing. It's always on the cabinet shelf. It doesn't fit if you don't have a price tag." Jiang Zhonghe walked to the cabinet shelf and took something from it.

When He Sheng saw it, it was a blue and white porcelain.

"This should be something from the late Qing Dynasty, take a look." Jiang Zhonghe handed the porcelain bottle to He Sheng.

He Sheng measured it for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

"This thing is about eight million." He Sheng said.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhonghe raised his eyebrows: "Well, it's almost the same, it's a little more than I expected."

"It's okay. Anyway, the people you like don't care about this price, so just this price."

After a walk on the second floor, He Sheng found that the second floor here is completely different from the first floor. The first floor looks like an ordinary jade shop, and there may be many expensive jade shops and some ordinary decorations. On the second floor, there are all kinds of old items. The things on the entire second floor are quite valuable, and they are even more valuable than the value of the gold shop.

"Grandpa Jiang, that Mr. Meng is here."

Gu Xiaojie walked to the stairs on the second floor and shouted at Jiang Zhonghe.

Jiang Zhonghe immediately nodded: "As long, I'll get down right away."

After saying this, Jiang Zhonghe looked at He Sheng: "He Sheng, go downstairs and take a look. The person who bought your two decorative characters is here."

He Sheng was immediately happy: "What a coincidence?"

Following Jiang Zhonghe downstairs, He Sheng saw a man standing at the door. The man was wearing a casual sportswear and carrying a bag. When he saw Jiang Zhonghe coming down from the building, he immediately walked towards Jiang Zhonghe with a smile.

"Mr. Jiang, I'll get those two characters. This is money." The man handed the bag in his hand to Jiang Zhonghe.

Jiang Zhonghe frowned: "Mr. Meng, is it cash?"

The man smiled awkwardly: "Yes, cash."

"Oh, then you have to count it for a while. Mr. Meng should not be in a hurry, right?"

The man shook his head: "Don't worry, you can count it slowly."

"Xiaojie, use the money detector to count the money." Jiang Zhonghe said to Gu Xiaojie.

"Yes." Gu Xiaojie nodded.

He Sheng stood behind Jiang Zhonghe and kept looking at the man. The man was about thirty years old and tall. What made He Sheng feel most incredible was that the man was actually a cultivator and his strength was the first level of the Heavenly Master.

Judging from the man's state, it seems that he has only recently been promoted to the Heavenly Master, because his aura is not strong, and that state should have just been promoted from the ninth level of the disciple.

He Sheng was able to become a Tianshi Master at such a young age because he possessed five major skills and was in the deep mountains since he was a child.

And this person is not very old, he is a Tianshi and has a very high talent.

"Mr. Meng, the most important thing in Taishan Pavilion is calligraphy and painting. Why did you like those two characters?" He Sheng stood up behind Jiang Zhonghe and asked the man.

The man was stunned and looked at He Sheng with some confusion.

The man might have regarded He Sheng as the shop's clerk. He smiled slightly and replied, "I like the strokes of those two characters very much. The strokes are elegant and easy to write. Although they are not the work of everyone, they are of unique value."

He heard this, He Sheng nodded thoughtfully.

He Sheng still feels satisfied when he hears other people evaluating his words, especially this unique one.

"But I don't think there is anything special about this character." He Sheng said again.

The man smiled contemptuously and shook his head and said, "That means you don't understand the words. These eight words seem ordinary, but they are so profound. From these eight words, I can see the temperament of the person who writes. The strokes are like a knife and the strokes are like a sword. This is the word written by a martial arts practitioner."

He Sheng was stunned and looked at the words he wrote, but at first glance, he still felt very ordinary.

"Hahahaha." Jiang Zhonghe suddenly laughed and then said, "Mr. Meng, I'm not to hide it. The eight words you said were written by him."

Hearing this, the man's expression froze and he looked at He Sheng in surprise.

"He...what did he write?" The man pointed at He Sheng, still a little unbelievable.

Jiang Zhonghe nodded: "Yes, he is the boss of this Taishan Pavilion, He Sheng."

Gu Xiaojie, who was standing beside her, was also stunned. She had taken He Sheng on the first floor before, but she never thought that He Sheng was the boss.

Looking at the man's expression of disbelief, He Sheng asked in confusion: "Mr. Meng, are you surprised?"

The man's expression gradually became a little weird, and then he smiled bitterly: "I can't believe that the person who can write this sharp eight words is so young."

"I didn't expect that people who are willing to buy my words are so young." He Sheng replied with a smile.

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

Twenty minutes later, Gu Xiaojie counted a large bag of cash, and the money was a lot.

He Sheng personally rolled up the father and son and pretended to be the man.

"Sir, take the words." He Sheng handed the two words to the man.

The man nodded and held the two words in his hand: "Thank you."

"Dare you dare to ask Mr. He, are you willing to customize some words for me in the future?" the man asked.

He Sheng was stunned when he heard this and asked back: "What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!