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"Oh, I wonder where this little friend's message came from?" Mu Qingbai was stunned. This brush was indeed a good pen, but its origin was a bit disgraceful. It was found on the black market by a friend who also played with literature and entertainment. He had bought it at a high price.

"There are no secrets where there are places like the martial arts world. Since the old tutor is opening his doors to do business, why not take it out for the juniors to see?" Guo Que squinted his eyes and asked, "Where did the news come from?" Can I tell you that I know what you're thinking?

"Haha, interesting, please wait a moment little friend. I will be right back." With that, Mu Qingbai walked back into the room. Not long later, he walked out with a dozen brushes in his hands.

"Bad brother, why don't we not use that brush? Let's just buy an inkstand directly. Master won't care about these things." Murong Weiwei said softly. She could afford three hundred thousand, but if she didn't choose the right one, then she wouldn't be able to hide her shame.

"Little friend, it's still too late to stop now. If you don't want to bet, then I'll put the brush away. I'll give you these inkstones at a cheaper price." Mu Qingbai said with a trace of pride.

"Old Man, this is the bank card. You can charge three hundred thousand first. Whether we choose the right card or not, it'll all be ours later." As he spoke, he handed Mu Qingbai his bank card.

"Little girl Weiwei, this is the first time I've seen a master, so I'll pay for it. I bought it too, don't you have any objections?" Guo Xie looked at Murong Weiwei and said with a smile.

"Bad brother, I've seen these. The third and seventh were bamboo brushes from the Republic of China, and the fifth and tenth were probably from the Qing Dynasty. I can't hold the rest and can probably make old ones. I can't see them." Murong Weiwei whispered.

Guo Que stepped forward and looked at the brushes on the table one by one without even taking a look at them.

"Little friend, how about this? If you don't choose now, I'll send you off." About ten minutes later, Mu Qingbai walked over with a small teapot in his hand and said with a smile.

Of the nine brushes, five of them were from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. They were quite expensive, and two of them were modern products, but they were also made by masters. Judging by the materials used and the methods used to make them, they could be said to be first-rate brushes, comparable to the bamboo carvings of ten thousand years ago. Guo Qiang said with a smile.

"What about the other two?" Mu Qingbai asked subconsciously.

"The other two are bamboo brushes with over ten thousand years of history. They have always had flower and bird patterns, and one is a flower and flower pattern." Guo Qiang said with a smile.

"Haha, little friend, you're also good at this. Could it be that you want to receive some inspiration from this old man?" Mu Qingbai pretended to be calm as he said this. "Little friend, choose."

"Look around, this brush of mine is definitely more pleasing to the eye. Regardless of whether it's him or not, I've chosen him." As he said that, he placed his hand on the first pen.

"Old gramps, there's no need for you to wrap it up. I'll take this, haha." Guo Huai smiled as he pulled Murong Weiwei away.

"Please wait, little friend, please wait." Mu Qingbai's heart skipped a beat the moment he saw Guo Xie's hand on the first brush. He had spent one hundred and fifty thousand on that pen, and although the price was directly three hundred thousand, it was still the top of the list for a calligrapher. Who would care if they had another good pen?

"What, the old tutor is going to go back on his word?" Guo Que stopped walking and turned around to ask.

"A wager is a wager, a wager is a wager. There is nothing to regret, but I do not know who you are planning to give this brush to." Mu Qingbai asked softly.

"Grandpa Mu, this seems to have exceeded the limits of your business." Although her voice was not loud, Mu Qingbai could hear that the little girl in front of him was not very happy. He could blame himself for this, since he had honestly asked for a price at that time to sell the pen to them, but he had to do something like this.

"I'm sorry, please come back next time." With that, Mu Qingbai watched the two of them walk into the distance.

"How annoying." Murong Weiwei pouted and said. "Everyone says that being old and not dying is akin to being a thief. I didn't think so before, but now I know that it's true."

"Haha, I didn't expect our Miss Murong Weiwei to be angry too." Guo Qiang said with a smile. "You can't blame that Old Man Mu for this. He spent one hundred and fifty thousand for this pen. However, if it's put up for auction, it should be auctioned off for around eight hundred thousand."

"Bad brother, how do you know that this pen is the one he obtained? Also, how did you know that he had such a pen?" Murong Weiwei asked in a low voice.

"Because I know what he's thinking. "Haha." Guo Xie smiled and said, "Just like how you think in your heart right now, bad brother is bragging again."

Just as Guo Huai finished his sentence. Murong Weiwei's face immediately turned red, because Guo Que had really guessed what she was thinking just now.

"Bad brother, master likes peace and quiet. When we get there, you have to listen to me." After the two of them walked for almost half an hour, Murong Weiwei spoke softly.

"Mm, I'll listen to you." Guo Xie laughed. "But I'm afraid Master won't like the peace and quiet. We're going to have a wedding wine, haha!"

"Look at what you're saying, it sounds like a master craving for food." Murong Weiwei said with a rare smile. If the Grandmaster wants you to appraise his work, then say whatever you can see.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Guo Qiang said with a smile. The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked to the front of a large residence.

"This is the place. I'll go knock on the door." After saying that, Murong Weiwei took a step forward and lightly knocked on the door three times.

"Hello mother Wu, grandpa is home, right?" The door was opened by an old woman in her fifties. She was dressed simply and had a charming face.

"Weiwei, when you wake up early in the morning, the old man will always say that you're coming. Come in quickly, I'll get something delicious for you at noon." Mother Wu smiled and said, "I brought some friends with me today. Let's go in together. Don't stay outside the door."

"Weiwei, the old man went to your school yesterday, why didn't you order some for him? He drank quite a bit, but luckily, he didn't speak nonsense while drinking. The doctor also came to check on him, it's nothing much." Mother Wu said with a smile.

"Well, I brought the culprit here. He was the one who gave the wine to grandpa to drink." Murong Weiwei pointed at Guo Xie behind her.

"Good day mother Wu, I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring you any present. I have a small toy I bought for you a few days ago in the antique shop and gave it to mother Wu. You can take it to your grandson, the owner said that this thing has been enlightened and can ward off evil." As he spoke, he took out a fake Guanyin pendant and passed it to Mother Wu.