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Chapter 308 One Ounce Of Ink And One Ounce Of Gold

As the POS machine at the counter displayed the message that the payment was successfully received, the girl with a high ponytail suddenly felt that what had just happened was a little unreal.

The brush called Shenyou Tiandi worth 980,000 yuan has been placed here for almost three years.

In the past three years, many enthusiasts have come specifically to pay their respects.

But only for viewing.

No matter how much you love it, you won’t spend 980,000 to buy it.

But she never expected that such a young Taoist priest would pay for it without hesitation.

After her heart calmed down a little, she immediately looked at Yang Lin and said:

"Wait a moment, I'll pack it for you right now."

"Can you tell me what kind of packaging you need."

After saying that, she was ready to enter the inner hall and choose the packaging style for Yang Lin.

What she didn't expect was that Yang Lin interrupted her before she could turn around.

"No need to package it, just give it to Pindao directly."

As soon as these words came out, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yang Lin with confusion on her face.

"Didn't you buy this pen as a gift?"

"No, I am going to use this pen for myself."

"ah?"

Listening to Yang Lin's answer, the girl's expression suddenly became complicated.

She previously thought that the reason why Yang Lin spent a huge amount of money to buy this brush worth 980,000 yuan was simply to give it to others or elders as a gift.

Unexpectedly, Yang Lin actually said that he was planning to use it himself.

She knew very well that this pen was no longer a brush in its essential sense, but a work of art and a collection.

Even if someone would buy it, no one would actually write with it.

Seeing that Yang Lin didn't seem to be joking, the girl was ready to say something more, but in the end she didn't say a word.

Instead, he respectfully placed the brocade box in front of Yang Lin.

Yang Lin was not polite about this, and directly reached out to pick up this extremely expensive writing brush worth 980,000 yuan from the brocade box.

After getting started, his face once again showed a look of satisfaction.

“Very good, worth the price.”

"Now that I have the pen, I'll leave you to trouble you about the remaining three items."

"Okay, please follow me."

He watched eagerly as Yang Lin played with the brush in his hand, and soon led Yang Lin to the place where the ink was stored.

Like the previous brush area, various ink ingots are also placed in this area.

There are even more than the previous brushes.

The workmanship is also exquisite.

The appearance alone gives people a feeling of great value.

"I don't know what kind of ink you need. We mainly use Hui ink here."

"There are good pine smoke inks and there are good oil smoke inks."

Perhaps because of her previous experience, this time the girl did not introduce Yang Lin to the kind of ink ingots produced in modern factories.

Instead, I will introduce the fine ink ingots from the hands of masters of ink making right from the beginning.

"This one is purple jade light produced in the Qing Dynasty, and the price is 9,500."

As she spoke, the girl took out an exquisitely shaped ink stick that was no bigger than a finger.

Facing her quotation, the audience in the live broadcast room once again felt like they had learned a lot.

"I'm a good boy and I've learned a lot. Just a little bit of ink can actually sell for more than 9,000."

"The weight is only a dozen grams at most. Doesn't it cost more than 900 per gram?"

"The current price of gold is only over 500 per gram."

"This thing is more expensive than gold."

"Luxury is the true meaning of luxury."

"This thing is more valuable than gold bars."

"I have a feeling this one might be the cheapest one in the bunch."

Just as everyone said, the girl soon picked up other ink sticks one after another.

"This piece was also produced in the Qing Dynasty. It was called Yuyuan Tumo. It was the royal ink at that time and sold for 13,000."

"This piece is called Lilongrui and sells for 15,000."

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In a short while, Kung Fu Girl has introduced more than 10 types of ink ingots.

Without exception, they are all ancient ink from before the Qing Dynasty.

The cheapest one is 9,500 yuan, and the most expensive one is as high as 58,000 yuan.

This high price immediately dumbfounded everyone present.

But such ink ingots worth tens of thousands did not arouse the slightest interest in Yang Lin.

Seeing this, the girl seemed to suddenly think of something.

She whispered the next second.

"Taoist Priest, are you not very interested in these? In fact, my grandfather also collected a better piece. Do you want to take a look?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Lin nodded immediately.

"If there is a better one, it would be great."

"Okay, then you wait here and I'll steal it for you, no! Take it out."

After saying that, the girl quietly entered the shop.

When he came out again, there was an ordinary small box in his hand.

After confirming that no one was around, the girl quietly opened the lid of the box.

Her actions quickly attracted the attention of several members of the program team.

It seemed to them that what could make the girl so cautious must be a valuable ink ingot.

But when the lid of the box was opened, they discovered that it didn't seem to be the case.

There was only half of the remaining ink lying in the brocade box.

There are still some vague patterns on the remaining ink, but they can no longer be seen clearly.

Apparently someone had used it before.

Faced with such a result, several members of the program team couldn't help but said:

"Little boss, aren't you trying to trick people? Why did you use someone else's leftover ink to make it?"

"It's just that you can't even count it as 90% new. At most, it can only be considered as 50% new. How can you be so embarrassed to take out such a thing?"

"This shouldn't be the leftovers from your grandfather's use, right?"

"I think this ink stick is just ordinary."

"If you sell it to me for 100 yuan, it's too expensive for me."

"Take it back quickly."

"You couldn't have taken it by mistake."

Faced with the doubts of several members of the program team, the girl became anxious on the spot.

"Do you understand? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"This is the real good thing. My grandfather spent a full 100,000 yuan to buy it."

"Why is it here? It's not even worth 100 yuan."

"If my grandfather knew that I was selling his treasure, he would beat me to death."

"You guys don't like it, so I'm not willing to sell it."

After that, she was ready to cover the box again.