redvbooks Chapter 336 God-level Brush and Ink Set!
Chapter 336 God-level Brush and Ink Set!
At 1:30 pm, the sun in Shanghai was at its most intense.
A spectacular scene unfolded on the tree-lined path on the south side of the playground.
Four burly men were carrying a huge solid wooden table, about two meters long, with a dark red lacquer finish and an air of calm and grandeur, as they moved it with difficulty along the road.
Jiang Bai suggested that he wanted a table that was big and heavy enough. Old Zhang thought for a long time but couldn't think of where to find a table that fit the bill.
It's either a huge, long conference table or a classroom table.
The suggestion was to combine the small tables into one large table.
Jiang Bai rejected it, citing concerns that it would affect the integrity of the calligraphy.
Later, Lao Zhang came up with a table that met Jiang Bai's requirements.
What table would be a better fit than the one in the principal's office?
It's not too big, but it's not too small either. It's made entirely of mahogany and has a very grand feel to it!
then.
This counselor, who usually keeps a high profile and is very particular about "intellectual dignity," abandoned all pretense and went to the school leaders' office to plead with the vice principal for half an hour in order to help his student.
"Principal, please lend it to me for just three days!"
"This is not only to raise funds for our school, but also to build a platform for the Shanghai Theatre Academy's reputation!"
The vice principal initially wanted to decline, but upon hearing that the table was for "Jiang Baizhi" to use for calligraphy practice, he changed his mind.
His previously furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and he not only readily approved the document but even rolled up his sleeves to help Old Zhang move it.
Old Zhang dared not let his superiors take action, so he turned around and dragged Jiang Bai, Su Ze, Gu Dapeng, and Zhang Cheng, who was in a "frenzied state," over.
.......
"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"
Su Ze leaned on the corner of the table with both hands, his tongue almost lolling out from exhaustion, and he still couldn't help but complain:
"Third brother... no, eldest brother-in-law!"
"A two-meter-long solid wood table! Isn't that too big?"
"Is this for writing or for having a whole roasted lamb feast?"
Gu Dapeng, on the other hand, looked relaxed. His large hands gripped the bottom of the table tightly, bearing at least half of the weight, and he roared:
"Stop talking nonsense! Bai Zhi is an artist!"
"It's only natural that artists have high standards for the 'stage'! Cheng-ge, put some effort into that end, don't let the table wobble!"
Zhang Cheng's face was flushed, and his suit was soaked with sweat, but his eyes shone with an almost saintly piety.
"Brother Dapeng is right!"
"Architecture emphasizes foundations, and so does calligraphy."
"Only this heavy table can bear the 'national spirit' depicted in Bai Zhi's writing!"
Jiang Bai, who was walking at the front, pretended to be on the verge of collapse, and complained helplessly upon hearing this:
"What the hell is this 'national soul'? Why not just say it's the reincarnation of the Great Emperor?!"
Then.
Jiang Bai was distracted and frantically tapped the system in his mind:
"Boss! The table's almost here, but where's that 'God-Level Brush and Ink Set' I got from exchanging 100,000 popularity points? Bring it out so I can inspect it!"
[Ding! The divine-grade brush and ink set has been stored in the system space. Please check it.]
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone stopped to rest, Jiang Bai's consciousness sank into the space.
In the space, there was a jet-black inkstone with faint golden flecks, and an ancient ink stick emitting a faint fragrance of pine soot.
On the other side, there was a calligraphy brush.
The penholder was dusty and gray, neither made of precious jade nor precious agarwood.
It looks like the cheap stuff you get for five yuan for two at a roadside stationery store.
"System, are you fucking kidding me?"
Jiang Bai's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"I spent 100,000 popularity points, and the ink looks good, but this brush... what happened to the promised divine brush and ink set?! This is what you gave me?!"
"Is this pen tip made from the armpit hair of an old hen from the next village?"
[Ding! Host, this pen is named "Eternal Glory". The pen shaft is made of millennia-old lightning-struck purple bamboo, which has become extinct, and the pen tip is made from the first hairs of nine spiritual creatures.]
To put it another way, if the host were willing to auction off this pen, its starting price, converted to RMB, would be at least in the tens of millions.
[This divine-level calligraphy and painting set is truly deserving of its reputation!]
Upon hearing this, Jiang Bai's previously disdainful gaze instantly changed, and tears of emotion streamed down his face.
"Tens of millions?! System, you're too good to me!"
He rubbed his hands together frantically in his mind:
"So, if I finish writing this afternoon, can I just 'accidentally' leave the pen at the scene, and then have someone 'accidentally' pick it up and put it up for auction?"
[Ding! System items are strictly prohibited from being traded. Once traded, the item will be reduced to its most ordinary form.]
"Tch, stingy."
Jiang Bai shrank back. The brush and ink were all in place, but now one crucial element was missing—
Paper.
He glanced at the system shop, where those "divine Xuan paper" items cost several thousand popularity points each.
"Tsk, even though I have several million popularity points now, I can't afford to waste them like this."
Jiang Bai's stingy nature was instantly awakened.
Spending 100,000 popularity points to buy a god-tier calligraphy and painting set is acceptable; it's worthwhile to reuse it.
Spend thousands of popularity points to buy a single sheet of Xuan paper?
No way! We won't do a deal that loses us money!
"It's just writing a character, right? My handwriting is already at a master level; what kind of paper can I write on and not produce a masterpiece?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Bai turned his back, quickly took out his phone, and opened the errand-running app.
Place an order.
[Buying Xuan paper, all sizes are acceptable, but not the expensive kind, just the cheapest, and in large quantities!]
After release.
Jiang Bai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the large, dark red solid wood table that his roommates and Zhang Cheng had moved to the shade of a tree.
"What if, Tongzi, I've set up all the traps, and these 'old bastards' suddenly have a change of heart and think it's not worth spending tens of thousands of dollars on a worthless piece of paper? Wouldn't that be awkward for me?"
[Ding! If the price is right, people will line up to buy calligraphy practice books from Shanghai to France. Your worry now isn't about a lack of buyers, but about your hand getting sore from writing too much later.]
"Too."
Jiang Bai chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and his eyes became deep.
"Now that everything is ready, it's time for me to gracefully retire. Next up is Jiang Baizhi's battlefield!"
At this moment, the two-meter-long heavy solid wood desk was parked under the shade of the tree.
Su Ze was so tired he was panting like a husky, his tongue lolling out.
Gu Dapeng, on the other hand, looked radiant, showing off his biceps, which were even more defined after being soaked with sweat.
suddenly.
Jiang Bai deliberately stumbled, then grabbed a nearby tree for support, letting out a weak cry:
"Phew... I can't take it anymore, this table is so heavy."
"Su Ze, I think I strained my back just now. Let Xiao Le take over the rest of the work, I'm going to rest."
Upon hearing that "his brother-in-law had pulled a muscle in his back," Su Ze was so anxious he almost jumped up on the spot, grabbing Lin Le who was standing next to him:
"Fourth brother! Hurry up! Come over and help him up!"
"Brother-in-law, you go and rest. We'll take care of Bai Zhi's matter!"
"Even if you rest until the closing ceremony, we guys won't complain!"
Lin Le nodded, "Although I'm not very strong, I can cover the remaining distance!"
After successfully replacing the position.
While everyone was carrying the table, Jiang Bai's eyes quickly drifted to Old Zhang standing to the side.
Their eyes met in mid-air, sparks flying.
Misi misi? west mi hua mi!!
Lol!
Old Zhang understood immediately, calmly pulled a tissue from his pocket, blew his nose hard, and then shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Oh dear! Chengcheng! Look over there, it sounds like someone is calling Jiang Baizhi??"
What? Someone is calling Jiang Baizhi?
The goddess Bai Zhi has arrived?!
Zhang Cheng, who was somewhat dazed because he hadn't seen his goddess, was jolted awake by his father's shout and instinctively turned his head away.
Upon hearing this, Gu Dapeng, Su Ze, and Lin Le also quickly looked over.
Right now!
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone turned their backs to him, Jiang Bai slightly bent his legs, and his 12 stamina points instantly burst out with astonishing speed.
"Whoosh—"
Like a blue afterimage, he vanished instantly from the blind spot on the side of the road, disappearing headfirst into the lush shadows of the plane trees.
Old Zhang stared in the direction Jiang Bai had disappeared, his lips twitching violently twice.
"Good lad, you're fast. You must have been hiding from people quite a bit."
He turned around and looked at Su Ze and the others who were still huffing and puffing as they searched for Jiang Baizhi. A kind smile appeared on his old face as he pretended to be puzzled.
"Huh? Did I hear wrong? Jiang Baizhi hasn't shown up yet?"
"Alright, you guys stop dawdling around."
"Come, let me tell you the history of this table. It's an antique from the early days of the Shanghai Theatre Academy, and the lacquer patterns on it hold the secrets of academic heritage..."
Su Ze and the others were completely taken aback by Old Zhang's words, and could only obediently listen to the lecture and move tables under the scorching sun.