"Do you have any pens and ink?" Sun Hongye turned his head and asked the manager.

"Yes, please go to the second floor." The manager smiled sincerely and raised his hand to ask him to go downstairs.

It seems that this order has been completed. Not to mention writing, you can draw a picture on me, no matter how beautiful it looks, it is the best money.

"It seems that there are not many clerks here. Can you be busy with it?"

"Fortunately, there are not many customers. After all, you know that we are still a bit expensive."

"Are you the manager of this store or the sales manager of the company?"

"This is our company's sales department. I am the manager of the sales department. We only have this store in Jiangning. Our products are relatively niche, so there is no need to build too many stores."

"Always here?"

"That's not the case. It turned out to be in the factory, but it was moved here after opening the street. It's mainly because it's suitable for all aspects, our boss's decision."

"Will it feel like there will be any promotion for sales in the future?"

"Fortunately, it's better than when I was in the factory, and after all, there is still some traffic."

"It will be better in the future. This is the beginning. In the future, the tourism industry will become more and more popular. People from all over the country will come. At that time, your business will also become hot... I need to think about the products more."

"That's the boss's business. There is a dedicated person in the design field, so it's useless if we say it."

"You are the sales department manager, you should be your own person, right? Why is it useless? You are the most direct feedback from the market. If your opinions are useless, then your factory...haha."

"I don't understand design, so I can only talk to the boss about the customer's reaction. I can't do anything in product design, and I have to rely on the design side. I have also said this."

The three of them entered a room on the second floor. The decoration was decorated in antiques, with a table of calligraphy and tea sea in the middle.

"This is my office, and it can be regarded as a reception room." The manager briefly introduced and went to get paper: "The pen is just these tubes, sir, please choose it yourself."

Zhang Yanming went over and looked at it. Five brushes of different sizes and thicknesses were hung on the pen holder. He took the tube and long hair and tried it. It felt pretty good.

These pens are not like hanging, but are really used by people, and they also look good.

"Our boss likes to write. Sometimes he practices writing here and writes something for his friends. These are all his things." The manager took a few banners of rice paper and came to the shop: "Do you want to fold it?"

"You really don't understand." Zhang Yanming smiled and hung the pen back and took the paper and looked at it: "This is a familiar Xuan, and it is better to write with raw Xuan."

"Ah? He usually uses this."

"He doesn't want to expose the ink. Maybe he feels it's more appropriate. There are no rigid requirements. Everyone is used to it. Is this the only one?"

"This is the only one." The manager nodded.

"Okay, it's almost the same." Zhang Yanming spread the paper and pressed the edges of the paper with paperweight.

The biggest difference between raw and cooked primitives is storage and storage. Cooked primitives are prone to brittle cracks over time, which is less easy to preserve than raw primitives.

Generally, people don’t use cooked rice paper when writing things to others, because they are afraid that alum or brittle cracks will occur after the frame is completed. Do you want to throw it away or not? Or spend money to repair it?

Also, it is cheap and economical, and it is not smeared, making it more suitable for beginners to practice calligraphy.

The manager asked whether it was necessary to fold it, just fold the paper into the dark patterns according to the size of the characters to be written, so that the characters can be positioned neatly. Many beginners are used to doing this.

"What do you want to write to my mother? Don't flatter me. I'm afraid my mother won't let her hang up." Sun Hongye stood aside and told me.

"Let me write an ancient poem, it is a birthday celebration, and I will gather it together."

"Whose?"

"Xin Qiji wrote to his mother-in-law."

"Is that good?" Sun Hongye was a little suspicious.

"It's okay, the meaning of the expression is quite good. I'll write it out and you can see."

The manager has poured the ink on the side. Who is still grinding the ink now? They are all using ready-made ink.

‘There is no Bodhisattva’s practice in the world, and the spirit of immortals. Life is like mountains and blessings like clouds. Golden flowers, soup, and bamboo horses, silk skirts.

I would rather be happy and happy. Everyone prays for me to be diligent. I will celebrate the good times here next year. A glass of thousand-year-old wine will be given to the Grandma again.

A poem about Xin Qiji of Song Dynasty, a poem about Jiangning in the summer of Renwu, and a bad son-in-law Yan Ming wrote a book called Ya.’

The manager clapped his hands: "Good words, I really didn't expect it."

"Can you still get together, right?" Zhang Yanming raised an eyebrow at Sun Hongye.

"Deeds." Sun Hongye rolled his eyes: "You are a bad son-in-law, you are so wise. Linjiangxian is a brand name? What about the name of the word?"

"I won't write it down for my mother-in-law's birthday, it's too straightforward."

Humph, Sun Hongye leaned closer and looked carefully twice, feeling a little happy. This stinky old man is quite good at it.

"Sir, you can join the Calligraphy Association for this writing." The manager sighed in his heart. He originally thought that this was a show-off, but it turned out to be a slap in the face.

"That's far from that," Zhang Yanming shook his head: "That's enough to write like a kindergarten kid. I don't have enough skills, so I won't even think about it in my life."

Sun Hongye burst out with a puff and glared at Zhang Yanming at the manager: "How long will it take to weave this piece of calligraphy? You must use snacks and the best silk."

"Is it just black and white? That's faster."

"It's better to design it well. That's the case that Yunjin's essence has to leave. What's the weaving of the middle hall between my parents?"

"Top Ten Peony Pictures, my mom likes flowers, and the meaning is also appropriate."

"Okay. Can it work?" Manager Sun Hong Ip Man.

"Yes, we have done Peony Pictures many times, and we have enough experience in a large and small way."

"What should we hang out if we hang the middle hall?" Sun Hongye thought for a while and asked Zhang Yanming.

"Our family? The picture of a tiger going down the mountain. Xiaohui is suitable for pictures like the Great Wall, mountain and river paintings. My brother's place, the golden rooster dawn, or the five pigs. "

"Do you want to do it?"

"No." Zhang Yanming shook his head and hung the pen: "Please wash the pen."

"It's okay, it should be." The manager smiled.

"Now we are all here, so how can we be qualified to be in the middle hall? Aren't you doing things randomly?" Zhang Yanming rubbed Sun Hongye's head.

"I don't know." Sun Hongye frowned and resisted: "Didn't Xiaohui live by himself? He is considered an independent portal?"

"Well, this is it. But the trick he made is Western, it can't be hung, it's inappropriate, and it's also a mural if it's hanging, it's a little bigger."

“Didn’t you designed it?”

"Yes, that piece is full of Western-style buildings. You can't make a Chinese-style one, right? He can't see what he made himself, and he has no level."

"Then what, Mrs., have you decided to weave these two works?"

"Well, how long will it take to weave it?"

"If weaving the brocade completely according to the method of weaving, it will take about one and a half months, which may not be enough."

"Okay, it's about two months. I'll ask someone to come and withdraw it. Do you need to pay first?"

“We have to sign a contract, you need to pay some deposit.

Also, if it is replaced by someone else, you need to leave his phone number, preferably with an ID number. This thing is more expensive, and it is not a trivial matter if something goes wrong. Please understand."

"Okay." Zhang Yanming took out his phone and flipped the number: "Then I'll ask him to come over and sign a contract with you directly, saving you two more times."
Chapter completed!