Before half an hour had arrived, there was a noise downstairs. He Sheng heard the man named Meng talking to the salesperson.

So He Sheng took Jiang Zhonghe and the two of them down from the second floor.

"Mr. Meng is here?" Jiang Zhonghe asked politely at the man in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Jiang." The man looked at Jiang Zhonghe, then looked at He Sheng again: "Boss He."

"Mr. Meng is here to ask for calligraphy? I wonder, what does Mr. Meng want me to write?"

He Sheng looked at the man curiously. There seemed to be beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had just done vigorous exercise.

What surprised He Sheng was that the last time he saw this Mr. Meng, the other party was at the first level of the Heavenly Master, and he had just entered the Heavenly Master. However, in just one month, He Sheng vaguely felt that he was about to break through to the second level.

This speed is too fast.

The man nodded politely at He Sheng: "I want to ask Boss He to write four words for me, and be kind to carry things."

"Good virtue carries things? It's quite meaningful. OK, I'll write it for you now." He Sheng said with a smile: "Grandpa Jiang, lend me your paper and pen."

Jiang Zhonghe laughed twice: "I've prepared it for you a long time ago, on the table here."

Walking towards the long table inside the first floor, rice paper has been spread on the long table, with inkstones pressed on both sides of rice paper, and even the ink has been ground.

He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, then picked up the brush, and wrote the four words "Great virtue and carry things" on the paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Although He Sheng has practiced calligraphy for a long time, in his opinion, his writing depends entirely on the feeling of being in one stroke. If he feels it, the artistic conception in the words will naturally be higher. Today's feeling is pretty good. He Sheng writes these four words very smoothly, and the overall look is like a dragon and phoenix, which is very ornamental.

"Okay! Good words!" The man standing beside He Sheng was a little stunned, looking at the letter in front of him with a look of love.

"Mr. Meng, are you satisfied with these four words?" He Sheng asked with a smile.

The man nodded and replied, "Satisfied! Very satisfied!"

"Boss He, please offer a price." The man asked.

"Okay, then I'm not polite." He Sheng smiled heartily and said loudly: "This calligraphy is worth two prices. Mr. Meng can refer to it."

"Ah? Two prices? What does Boss He mean?" The man looked at He Sheng in confusion.

"The first price is one million, spend one million, and Mr. Meng can take away this character!"

"One million?" The man's eyes were almost falling off.

Not only him, but even Jiang Zhonghe next to him, stared at He Sheng in amazement.

Four words, one million, dare to open the price? Isn’t this too exaggerated?

"Mr. Meng, don't worry. There is another price, it depends on whether Mr. Meng is willing." He Sheng said with a smile.

The man looked at He Sheng with a strange look on his face, not understanding what He Sheng meant. One word actually had two prices, which made him unable to guess.

"I don't want to buy the second price, so I give this letter to Mr. Meng. However, Mr. Meng must answer my questions truthfully!"

Hearing this, a strange color flashed in his eyes while his expression. When he saw He Sheng’s smile, he seemed a little uneasy.

This kind of look was like a thief met a policeman, with a little panic.

"Mr. He, I can't take out a million. As for the question you mentioned, it depends on what the question is. If I can answer it, I will definitely answer it truthfully." The man answered.

He Sheng smiled: "Then Mr. Meng might as well listen first?"

"good."

"Mr. Meng, what's your name?" He Sheng asked.

The man did not hesitate and immediately replied: "Meng Qingshan."

"Good name!" He Sheng smiled and exclaimed: "The second question is, Mr. Meng must have raised the money for a long time after buying my eight-character money last time, right?"

When he said this, He Sheng stared at Meng Qingshan with a smile.

Meng Qingshan was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed a little embarrassed, and then he nodded: "Yes, I'll have a few days to build..."

"Then have you raised money again now? If I guess well, you should have raised about 100,000, right?"

After hearing this, Meng Qingshan raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised.

Obviously, He Sheng guessed it right.

"Yes." Meng Qingshan nodded again.

"The last question, what do you buy my words?"

Hearing this, Meng Qingshan's face changed and hesitated and replied: "Of course it is used to collect it. Is there any other use for calligraphy?"

He Sheng smiled and nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, brush calligraphy is indeed useless."

"But, Mr. Meng is so nervous, which makes me feel a little curious. Perhaps the words I write may not necessarily have other uses?"

"Then Boss He might as well talk about it, what's the use?"

"How do I know this? You are using it." He Sheng looked at Meng Qingshan with a smile.

Meng Qingshan was speechless and hesitated for a moment. He said, "Boss He, I really can't get a million. I will answer your question truthfully. If Boss He is not sincere in selling words, it will be considered that Meng has disturbed him."

"Goodbye."

After saying this, Meng Qingshan turned around and left without hesitation.

He Sheng smiled: "Wait a minute."

Meng Qingshan stopped and turned around and looked at He Sheng in confusion.

He Sheng turned his head to look at Jiang Zhonghe and said, "Grandpa Jiang, frame the characters for this Mr. Meng."

"Okay." Jiang Zhonghe smiled and nodded, then immediately went to get the cloth.

Meng Qingshan looked at He Sheng with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, they stopped.

The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and each had their own ideas in their hearts.

He Sheng is much stronger than Meng Qingshan, so Meng Qingshan cannot tell that He Sheng is a cultivator.

"Mr. Meng, the word "never done" is still there. Let's go upstairs to have tea?" He Sheng asked Meng Qingshan.

Meng Qingshan was stunned for a moment, as if he was not very good at rejecting He Sheng's invitation, so he had to nod: "Okay."

The two of them came to the second floor and sat where He Sheng and Jiang Zhonghe were sitting before. He Sheng poured a cup of tea for Meng Qingshan and handed it to Meng Qingshan.

"Thank you, Boss He." Meng Qingshan replied.

"You're welcome." He Sheng smiled slightly: "Mr. Meng's strength has improved very quickly. Last time I came, I just became a Tianshi Master. It's only been about a month, and I'm about to reach the second level of Tianshi..."

When Meng Qingshan said this, his hand holding the teacup suddenly stiffened, and the teacup hung around his mouth.

After hesitating for several seconds, Meng Qingshan took a sip of tea and put down the tea cup. Meng Qingshan looked at He Sheng strangely.

"Boss He is also a cultivator?" Meng Qingshan squinted his eyes and looked at He Sheng.

He Sheng smiled and said, "That's right, it's a little stronger than you."

After hearing this, Meng Qingshan's face became a little strange. He could not see He Sheng's strength, so when He Sheng said that his strength was stronger than him, he was extremely surprised.

Because Meng Qingshan could not see He Sheng's strength at all, so if he said so, He Sheng's strength was at least above the third level of the Heavenly Master.
Chapter completed!