Qin Feng nodded and followed Hu Yazhou and others to the hotel. After putting away his luggage, Qin Feng walked alone on the streets of Liushi, thinking about what gifts he should buy when he goes to meet his prospective father-in-law tonight.

Since being told by Mr. Han last time not to reveal his identity as a senior consultant, Qin Feng has gained a new understanding of the rules and regulations of civil servants. If he had given gifts to his prospective father-in-law before, Qin Feng might have given something tacky like a gold bull or horse.

What's the matter? This time Qin Feng has gained knowledge and knows not to give random gifts to leaders, but he thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to give.

After thinking for a while, Qin Feng didn't waste any time. He took out his phone book and found a public phone on the roadside: "Hey, Uncle Liu, I'm Qin Feng, hehe, excuse me, I want to ask.

Mayor Ye, is there anything particular about giving gifts?"

"Giving a gift?" Liu Hongwei on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned. He covered the phone, looked at Ye Xianyun and Ding Tongshu who were sitting in the office in a funny way, and whispered: "It's Qin Feng, thinking about giving it to you, Lao Ye.

It’s a gift.”

"Calligraphy and painting..." Ye Xianyun said simply.

Ding Tongshu whispered: "Remember to ask him not to exceed the quota."

Liu Hongwei nodded: "Hey, um, give me calligraphy and paintings. Remember not to buy anything too expensive, otherwise it will be considered a bribe. What? How much is too expensive? Less than 10,000 yuan!"

Liu Hongwei put down the microphone angrily: "Qin Feng, this guy has such a loud tone, it seems that a gift worth tens of thousands of dollars is not that valuable to him."

Ye Xianyun rarely showed a smile: "Giving gifts to my father-in-law, naturally I can't be stingy. Hongwei, it seems that every time Qin Feng goes to your place, he never thinks of bringing any gifts?"

"They are treating me, what kind of gift do they want?"

Ding Tongshu laughed and interjected: "Who said doctors won't give gifts to patients? I remember when you went to the city's No. 1 Hospital for treatment of your headache, the director refused to take your medical expenses and even gave you a bunch of supplements.

?”

Liu Hongwei glared and said, "Those Mongolian doctors didn't cure me, so of course they have to apologize."

After thinking about it, Liu Hongwei was also happy: "But if Qin Feng gives me a gift, or tries to get close to me, maybe I will be really angry. Hehe, it's funny to say, how many people expect to follow him?

I've made friends with him, but this guy is so nice. He always comes for treatment on time, and after the treatment, he leaves with a pat on the butt, not to mention gifts, and only a few words of flattery, ugh."

Ye Xianyun looked sideways at Liu Hongwei: "The problem is, don't you, Old Liu, like this style?"

"That's true. If he followed me and started to flirt with me, I would have kicked him away." Liu Hongwei said with a smile: "Old Ye, you are the best. Qin Feng will give you a big gift when he first comes to visit. I will give him a big gift."

I'm a little jealous that you have a good daughter."

Ye Xianyun looked at Ding Tongshu: "Don't Old Ding also have a daughter? It's a pity that Quanzi is incompetent, so he has to put some thought into choosing his son-in-law."

Tongshu Ding smiled at Ye Xianyun's provocative gaze: "Although your daughter is good, she is far away. Haha, thanks to our sister Ke Jing, if she hadn't sent little Wan'er to study in the United States, she would have been

I really have nothing to do with me, Old Ding."

Listening to Ding Tongshu talk about his wife who seemed smart but was actually narrow-minded and ignorant, Ye Xianyun frowned slightly. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, wondering what gift Qin Feng would give me in the evening?...

Calligraphy and painting? Qin Feng on the other end of the phone put down the phone, frowning and thinking while paying money to the aunt guarding the public phone, completely unaware that the other party was already frightened: Giving a gift to Mayor Ye? Does thirty thousand yuan count as a bribe?

Young people today are really scary!

Qin Feng asked the traffic police on the street and learned that there were several calligraphy and painting shops in the pedestrian street in Liushi, so he found a taxi and went to a place called Houde Lane. After entering the pedestrian street, he saw all kinds of gifts sold there.

Sure enough, there are quite a few: famous porcelain, jades, handicrafts, and of course calligraphy and painting and oil paintings.

Qin Feng entered a calligraphy and painting shop called 'Mo Baozhai', where two people, an old man and a young man, were sitting and drinking tea. The young one seemed to be a clerk. When he saw Qin Feng come in, he didn't get up to greet him, but smiled and smiled at Qin Feng.

Feng nodded, and spread his right hand to indicate to Qin Feng that he could look at it casually. He was not at all as attentive and humble as an ordinary store clerk.

Qin Feng had a good impression in his heart, but when he walked forward and looked at the calligraphy and paintings, he couldn't help but frown. In the middle of the store was a 'back'-shaped glass counter, which sold various pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and nearly thirty large and small paintings were hung on the four walls.

Small calligraphy and paintings, including horizontal and vertical banners ranging from four feet to eight feet, as well as scrolls such as "Traveling in Streams and Mountains", "Sound of Pines on Mountain Roads", "Eight Horses", etc. Of course, without exception, they are all fakes...

"Boss, is there no authentic work?"

The clerk who was sitting there drinking tea was amused by Qin Feng's words. He came over and pointed at a painting in front of Qin Feng. There was a small label below with the price: "Sir, this is an antique shop that sells authentic paintings and calligraphy.

Thing is, look at this eight-foot vertical painting that only sold for 3,680. Of course it cannot be the original work of Cao Sheng, but this is the work of Zhong Hanshan, the vice president of our Liushi Calligraphy Association. I really don’t want to sell it at this price.

It’s expensive.”

Qin Feng looked incredulous: "Is this the level of the vice president of the Calligraphy Association? Isn't his craftsmanship too strong?"

When the clerk heard this, he had a wonderful expression on his face: This young man looks like an artist with his long hair, but his tone is really crazy.

Another older man who was sitting drinking tea stood up and said mockingly: "I wanted to imitate Cao Sheng's calligraphy for this calligraphy, but I was only thinking about imitating it, and I replaced the most important word 'suyi' in the suyi post."

Throw it away and make this little brother laugh."

Qin Feng nodded matter-of-factly: "It's not bad. Even if you have the most profound writing skills in this room of imitations."

Zhong Hanshan's face turned bitter, thinking that he, a professional calligrapher in his fifties, was really embarrassed to be laughed at by this young man. Fortunately, he was open-minded by nature and was not angry with Qin Feng. He just smiled bitterly to himself.

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Just because Zhong Hanshan is not angry does not mean that others are not angry. The clerk said unconvinced: "This gentleman seems to know calligraphy. Why don't you just buy some Tanxi rice paper from our store and open our eyes on the spot."

When the clerk said this, his intention was to make this guy with high ambitions and low abilities make a fool of himself. As expected, Qin Feng frowned and said, "I'm going to give away the calligraphy and painting this evening. How can I have time to frame it now?"

The clerk sneered in his heart, but his face was bright and sunny: "It's okay, it's okay. We have a prepared scroll in the store. I'll take it out for you to take a look."

Seeing the indifference of his friend who opened the shop, Zhong Hanshan knew that he wanted Qin Feng to make a fool of himself, so he quickly stopped him: "Xiaomei, stop joking, the framed scroll has the wrong writing, won't it cause a dispute?"

The clerk surnamed Mei knew that Teacher Zhong had softened his heart again. He sighed and was about to give up. Unexpectedly, the arrogant boy said with surprise: "Why did you write it wrong? Go and get it. It just so happens that I haven't drawn a charm for several days... Oh

,No, I haven’t written for several days.”

The clerk stamped his foot, thinking that you are going to make a fool of yourself, but you can't blame me for being evil. He took out a few framed blank scrolls from the cabinet: "Sir, look, these blank scrolls are not expensive at all, more than fifty yuan."

The money pair is made of fine mahogany and the paper is authentic Huixuan. If you are confident, you can write a pair on the spot and give it to someone else. Wouldn't it be a great honor?"

Zhong Hanshan was sweating behind his back, thinking that you actually dare to sell a blank scroll that costs four yuan for fifty yuan. You are indeed a profiteer.

Qin Feng frowned and said, "It shouldn't be a problem to give gifts that you wrote yourself, right?"

The clerk secretly sneered in his heart, thinking that this kid really had stage fright: "Don't worry, sir, sending a banner written by yourself shows your sincerity and level."

Zhong Hanshan thought that it was right to say so, but the question was if the writing was not good, what level would it look like? The bad level was right? Unexpectedly, the young man actually nodded and said: "Okay, the paper and the mounting skills are both good.

, I’ll just write it myself.”

Zhong Hanshan and the clerk were dumbfounded: Is this arrogant or has a special skill? Could it be said that his calligraphy level is better than that of the famous calligraphers in Liushi? The unbelieving clerk brought a brush and an inkstone, poured ink, and waited for Qin Feng

Swish.

Qin Feng picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and tried the pen tip in the inkstone. He nodded and said, "Good pen! But what should I write?"

Zhong Hanshan couldn't help but ask: "Little brother, who are you sending this calligraphy to? What is his identity?"

Qin Feng looked at this kind and enthusiastic uncle, and replied with a smile: "That's my father-in-law. He is about the same age as you. He is a civil servant, the kind with a job."

"Then give the chief seal poems. Civil servants like this. For example, Qinyuan Chun·Xue or something like that."

Qin Feng shook his head: "That one is too domineering. It's not good. I'll just write "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"."

The clerk couldn't help but interject: "Zhu Xi's poems are not easy to imitate. I think you should change to one with a lower difficulty level."

Qin Feng still shook his head: "Why imitate? I only borrow poems, and the words are still mine."

Holding the pen, Qin Feng calculated the size of the banner and the number of words in the poem, and wrote the words "Independence in the cold autumn, go north to the Xiangjiang River" on the banner with his elbow bent. Zhong Hanshan and the clerk who were watching on the side were all people who knew the goods.

, said "Huh" in unison.

"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!" Zhong Hanshan couldn't help but applaud, "Although these eight characters are not the font of the main seal, the charm is very similar. Little brother, you are really not simple."

The clerk was also dumbfounded. This long-haired young man really knew how to write these eight words in one go, without any sloppiness. Moreover, he didn't read the poem template at all, which meant that he not only memorized the poems of Zhu Xi by heart, but also remembered the traditional Chinese characters.

The way the characters are written is rare among young people.

Qin Feng lowered his head slightly and had no time to pay attention to the two people who were in amazement. He wrote all the way, immersed in the poetic mood of the ocean: "The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies on the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom."

I feel so melancholy and ask the boundless earth, who

The main ups and downs? I brought hundreds of couples to travel, recalling the glorious past. I was a classmate when I was young, and I was in my prime. I was a scholar, and I scolded Fang Qiu. He pointed out the country and inspired the words, and the dirt was like ten thousand households in the past. Have you ever remembered that I hit the water in the middle of the stream?

Can the waves stop the flying boat?"

Qin Feng finished writing it in one go, and the clerk Xiaomei was already dumbfounded - this is so cruel, no grids or vertical lines are needed, more than a hundred words are neatly distributed, without any distortion or out of place. This calligraphy is eloquent.
Chapter completed!