Song Yiren knew that Lin Long and Jiang Ziya were going to the streets to make a living, so he did what he could the next day.

A banner was prepared for Jiang Ziya.

I also prepared some pens, ink, cloth and silk for Lin Long.

Lin Long got up and happened to see Song Yiren.

"Brother Lin, do you think these are enough? If not, I will ask my servants to buy more."

Looking at the pen, ink and cloth on the table, Lin Long said nothing and looked at Song Yiren, an honest man, with a smile.

To be honest, it is really rare to meet a real person like Song Yiren.

After thinking about it, Lin Long smiled at Song Yiren and said, "Brother Song, I have never expressed anything in my life after living in your house for so long. So, I will write a subtitle to send it to you today."

Song Yiren's eyes lit up!

"Okay! It couldn't be better!"

"Brother, I'll sharpen the ink for you!"

Lin Long walked to the pen stand and picked a wolf-hair pen.

In front of the desk, Lin Long stood tall and straight, as still as a pine. Before he even finished writing, his pen seemed to have gathered a thousand pounds of strength.

Song Yiren looked at Lin Long and held his breath involuntarily.

Suddenly, Lin Long's eyes opened, and the light flowing in his eyes reached his heart.

Song Yiren, who had been watching Lin Long, was shocked!

The next moment, the wolf hair in his hand fell on the cloth like thunder.

Longevity and longevity!

When Song Yiren reacted again, four big characters had already appeared on the cloth.

"Good calligraphy!" Song Yiren praised from the bottom of his heart.

Song Yiren did not know calligraphy.

But when I saw these four big characters written by Lin Long, I couldn't help but feel that these words should be like this.

It was an indescribable feeling.

Only then can I say the compliment just now.

Lin Long put away his pen and looked down at these words.

He nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother Song, Lin has been taken care of a lot these days. However, Lin is walking in a hurry and has nothing to offer. I can only use these words as a thank you gift to express my gratitude."

Song Yiren twirled his beard and smiled: "Haha, Brother Lin, what you said is very polite."

"I have long thought that you are a great person. When I saw this word today, I was even more sure of what I was thinking."

"Little brother, this word is too precious, I can't accept it. Being able to read this word today is a life-long comfort."

Song Yiren knew that if he, a layman like him, could recognize extraordinary characters at a glance, if he saw one he liked, it would be easy to spend all his money to buy it.

I spent some money to take in Lin Long and Jiang Ziya during this period, but it was not much. In comparison, this gift was really heavy.

Lin Long just smiled, blew the words in his hand, rolled them up gently, and handed them to Song Yiren.

The meaning is obvious. Song Yiren must accept this word.

When Song Yiren saw this, he was both happy and angry: "Hey, that's all. Brother Lin, I feel ashamed to accept this word."

"Haha, that's right. Brother, it's getting late. Director Jiang may have opened by now, so I can't waste any more time."

After saying that, Lin Long ignored Song Yiren, turned around and left Song Mansion with his pen, ink and cloth.

Only Song Yiren was left, and he didn't react until Lin Long had left for a while.

Looking at the words in my hand, I love it beyond words.

"I have to hang this word in front of the hall and pass it on forever."

Song Yiren hurriedly ordered his servants to find some of the best decorating masters.

But Song Yiren's mortal eyes could not see that the big characters on his hand were faintly glowing with golden light. In the Song Mansion, some evil spirits hiding in the shadows seemed to have encountered their natural enemies and fled from here.

Lin Long's calligraphy has never just been good-looking.

Leaving aside what was going on in the Song Mansion, Lin Long took the pen, ink, cloth and silk given by Song Yiren and wandered around the street, finally finding the seat opposite Jiang Ziya.

Just say hello and go out to the stall on the spot!

But unlike Jiang Ziya, Lin Long didn't have any banners.

However, Lin Long didn't intend to keep selling like a street vendor. After thinking about it, he simply took out the pen again, wrote a few words, and stood in front of the stall.

Across the way, Jiang Ziya was lost in thought. He looked up and saw Lin Long lifting up his brush to paint a few spots. He couldn't help but feel curious.

"Looking at Brother Lin's demeanor, he looks like a great calligrapher."

"Everyone in the know can definitely see that this is a good idea."

"It seems that my sworn brother was right. This little brother is not an ordinary person."

"I just don't know why my little brother's fate is in such chaos."

That's right, Jiang Ziya had already calculated Lin Long's origin secretly.

But the result was just as he said, no matter how much he calculated, the final result was chaos.

Jiang Ziya was thinking when he suddenly looked up and saw a few words written on Lin Long's paper.

“A word worth a thousand dollars!”

puff!!!

Jiang Ziya almost spit out blood.

My, your mother, brother, do you know that this is a crime?

It's a thousand pieces of gold, why the hell don't you go and grab it?

Well, no, if Lin Long's business is really successful, this will be much faster than robbing.

You can just say a few words about water, and it's enough to support a battalion of soldiers and horses.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Ziya walked to Lin Long's stall.

"Ahem, little brother Lin, do you really mean what you said? Isn't the price a bit..."

Lin Long laughed.

"Don't worry, brother, isn't this written yet?"

After saying that, Lin Long continued to write: "Those who are destined will not take any money from me."

Jiang Ziya looked at Lin Long with strange eyes.

Why don't you go sit at my booth for a while?

Just by writing these few words, I feel like you are more like a fortune teller.

Jiang Ziya looked back at the fortune-telling words written on the yellow cloth, and felt a little pale and feeble.

Lost, completely lost.

I am indeed a fucking useless person.

Lin Long seemed to see what Jiang Ziya was thinking, patted Jiang Ziya on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Taoist Master, don't be discouraged. I am taking the high-level route, and you are taking the grassroots route."

"Think about it, not to mention Chao Ge, even in the entire prehistoric era, there are only a few people who can afford a thousand pieces of gold."

"But for ordinary people, ten texts and one hexagram are a lot. Taoist priest, you have made a lot of money!"

After listening to Lin Long's words, Jiang Ziya always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was.

Jiang Ziya didn't react until he returned to his stall!

No, there are many people who come to me to tell fortunes, but even if they tell tens of thousands of fortunes by themselves, they still can’t make as much as Lin Long from one word!

Isn’t this an act of pure injustice?

Looking at the ten texts and one hexagram written on his canvas, I felt a little hesitant.

"How about I give it a try and raise the price?"

No matter what, Jiang Ziya felt that his predictions were more useful than Lin Long's.

But the next moment.

"Yo yo yo, where did this handsome young man come from? I haven't even seen him before."

"Oh, it turns out they are selling calligraphy. Haha, it's easy to say. How about you go with your sister and she will buy you a few words?"

Jiang Ziya: "..."

At this moment, he gave up the idea of ​​raising prices.

Looking at the few people standing in front of my stall, I finally understood the problem.
Chapter completed!