Chapter 114: The First Bucket of Gold
After walking for less than two minutes, they arrived at Elder Xiao’s home. It was a small courtyard house with classical architecture, surrounded by a small yard with plenty of flowers and plants.
"Come in, come in!" Elder Xiao invited Old Chen and Jiang Xue into the house and then led them to the living room. Once there, he placed the previously purchased calligraphy and paintings to the side and, along with Mr. Chen, slowly unfolded the calligraphy written by Jiang Xue.
The paper was smooth, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to glow faintly. Moreover, as the calligraphy was unfurled, the two elders immediately felt a rush of spiritual energy, refreshing their spirits.
"Excellent paper, excellent ink, excellent handwriting!" Mr. Chen exclaimed with three positive remarks and then bent down to carefully observe the calligraphy written by Jiang Xue.
"Not bad, not bad!" Elder Xiao couldn’t stop praising it. Being a seasoned collector, he had some skills in appreciating calligraphy and paintings.
Jiang Xue’s calligraphy, even the paper alone was priceless, not to mention the ink wasn’t ordinary either. Although the writing appeared new, clearly freshly written, it did not devalue the paper and ink themselves.
Further adding to it, the strokes were smooth, with a serene and distant feeling. People often say that calligraphy reflects the person, but this piece directly manifested the artistic conception of the writing, which was indeed rare.
"Good, good, good!" After carefully examining it, Mr. Chen praised it once again. In his long career of collecting calligraphy and paintings, it was the first time he had seen such good paper, ink, calligraphy, and artistic conception all in one piece.
"As long as Mr. Chen likes it." Jiang Xue smiled. As long as the other party liked it, getting a good price wouldn’t be a problem. It was evident that neither Mr. Chen nor Elder Xiao were financially lacking.
Not to mention anything else, just Elder Xiao’s small courtyard was worth at least several million.
"Young girl, where did you get this calligraphy from?" Elder Xiao shifted his gaze from the calligraphy to Jiang Xue and asked.