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Chapter 50 Luo Qingshang

Chapter 50. Luo Qingshang

"What did you say?"

Luo Qingshang was startled when he heard Ren Ping talking to himself.

"Oh, nothing, I just think the name is very poetic."

Ren Ping was also stunned.

I thought to myself, wasn't it just a casual comment on the name? Why did it get such a big reaction?

At this time, Luo Qingshang frowned slightly, as if thinking of some unpleasant memories, she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

In addition, he had been lingering and sick for a long time, his complexion was pale, his expression was haggard, and his face was even more sickly.

But if you look closely, you can vaguely tell that her appearance is beautiful and her temperament is dusty, unlike ordinary women who are dragged down by serious illnesses.

"Ms. Luo, is it okay to call you this?"

Seeing that the other party was a little distracted, Ren Ping couldn't help reminding:

"If there is no objection, shall I transfer 10 yuan to you?"

"Not urgent,"

Luo Qingshang took a deep breath and then came back to her senses.

Turning his eyes around, he carefully sized Ren Ping up, down, left, and right, as if he wanted to see him through at a glance.

Then he frowned:
"Mr. Ren is young. I don't know which famous master he learned from? Which style of calligraphy did he learn?"

Ren Ping didn't expect to ask this suddenly, and looked embarrassed:
"I have never learned calligraphy."

"what?"

Luo Qingshang was taken aback: "Haven't you learned it?"

It seemed that this answer surprised her, and she thought she had heard it wrong.

"Yes, never learned."

Ren Ping confirmed again and smiled despite his embarrassment.

"You have never learned anything. How dare you spend 10 yuan to buy Xiaofei's calligraphy?"

Luo Qingshang's face was full of disbelief, as if hearing the Arabian Nights.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a reply, he turned his head:

"Xiaofei, did you use some crazy idea again?"

"Mom! I didn't!"

Xiaofei looked anxious, shaking his mother's arm, faintly feeling something bad.

Luo Qingshang ignored her, and turned her eyes back to Ren Ping, with a serious expression on her face:
"Mr. Ren, please keep that picture, and there is no need to transfer the money. Thank you for your kindness."

"why?"

"It's nothing, this calligraphy should not have been sold to you."

She sighed, looking sad.

Ren Ping felt baffled for a while, and didn't understand why.

Different from Xiaofei's quick talk, her mother is really unpredictable.

In fact, from the very beginning, there was a cloudy and not easy to get along with, which made people completely confused about their temperament.

If it was someone else, he would have just laughed it off, turned around and left, and he didn't bother to take this idleness.

But think about it carefully...

This [-]-year-old picture has a lot to do with it, so it's a pity to give it up so easily.

Looking at Xiao Fei who was looking at him eagerly, he felt even more unbearable.

I had no choice but to suppress the unhappiness in my heart:

"Mrs. Luo, I don't quite understand. Whether I have learned calligraphy or not has nothing to do with whether I buy this calligraphy or not?"

"You must know?"

"All ears!"

Luo Qingshang glanced at him, then shook her head slightly:

"Okay, it's nothing originally. If you want to know, I'll just tell you."

"If you are a famous calligrapher, or a master's apprentice, you will naturally have the ability to see that Xiao Fei's calligraphy is unusual,"

"In that case, if you buy it, you can buy it, and we can feel at ease with the money."

"But you're not,"

"In the field of calligraphy, there must be a positive correlation between eyesight and writing skills. Since you have never learned it and are an outsider, you cannot see the value of it."

"So... there is either some misunderstanding, or you misread it and mistakenly thought that you missed it,"

"I don't care whether it was a leak or not,"

"You will definitely sell this calligraphy when you take it back, but since you don't know how to do it, it's likely that you won't be able to sell it at a high price, and you might be cheated,"

"Knowing this, we will not do this kind of thing that benefits ourselves at the expense of others."

Briefly explain why.

Luo Qingshang couldn't help but smile bitterly, as if he was laughing at himself about the tricks of fate, but when he was in urgent need of money for medical treatment, he met such an ignorant buyer.

Ren Ping was speechless.

Sometimes it's funny, and sometimes it's embarrassing.

In this day and age, there are not many people who are still doing things so grandly and uprightly.

Thinking positively and being kind to others is awe-inspiring.

At worst, it is pedantic.

No wonder, with Xiaofei's calligraphy skills, he couldn't afford her surgery fee.

"Mrs. Luo, is this the principle of your life?"

"No, it's the rules of my Luo family."

she said solemnly.

The Luo family, not the Wen family?
It seems that Xiao Fei's calligraphy skills are passed down from her mother's family, not her father's.

Ren Ping thought about it, but his face remained calm:
"Well, anyway, the reasons you just said don't apply to me, so I still want to take this letter away."

"What do you mean?"

Ren Ping paused:
"First, I am not selling this painting when I take it back, but for other purposes, so there is no such thing as being cheated or not being cheated,"

"'Harvest others to benefit yourself' and so on, it's even more impossible to talk about,"

"Second, if you say that I don't understand the doorway, that's not necessarily the case,"

"In calligraphy, eyesight is directly proportional to writing power. This is true for most people, but it is too absolute to say that it is certain,"

"Certain exceptions . . . still exist."

Luo Qingshang's eyes narrowed slightly:
"Like?"

Ren Ping didn't know how to word it for a while, so it can't be said that the system told me?
After thinking about it, I had no choice but to imitate others and pretend to be incomprehensible:

"This is my family's secret."

Luo Qingshang was startled.

Of course she could see that Ren Ping was "treating others with their own treatment."

But it seems that he is really confident?

I wanted to say something more, but Ren Ping took the lead:
"Mrs. Luo, thank you for your kindness, but to tell you the truth, I am a businessman, and businessmen will not suffer losses easily,"

"Although I have never practiced calligraphy, I consider myself to have a good eye,"

"Believe me, in fact, you also know in your heart that 10 yuan is already less than [-] yuan for Xiaofei's calligraphy."

After speaking, he patted Xiaofei on the head.

Without waiting for the other party to reply, he turned around and left.

It wasn't until I was leaving the ward that I suddenly remembered:
"Oh, by the way, I will deposit the money in your name at the front desk of the hospital. Xiao Fei deserves it. I wish you a speedy recovery."

……

"Xiao Fei, do you want to save your mother?"

"Of course!"

"Well, listen to me. If you want to cure your mother's disease, 10 yuan is not enough. I have already agreed with the hospital that I will pay for the follow-up expenses. If your mother asks, just say... um , just say..."

After leaving the ward and going to the hospital front desk to pay the money, Ren Ping quickly called Xiao Fei out again.

He asked just now that Xiaofei's mother had a rare blood disease.

A 10 yuan operation may provide relief, but it is definitely not a cure. The later stages involve bone marrow transplantation, physical recovery, etc., which cost nearly a million at least.

That's why he discussed with Xiaofei.

However, this Mrs. Luo is very intelligent and knowledgeable, and it is really not easy to find a reason to fool her.

"I said it was donated by the school organization, teachers and classmates. They have donated before, and mom knows!"

"Okay, that's a good idea."

Ren Ping agreed, at least to hide it temporarily.

After thinking about it, I was a little embarrassed and scratched my head:
"But...Xiao Fei, big brother doesn't help you for free. We help each other. If there is need in the future, you can also help big brother, okay?"

"Okay! Whatever word you want to write, I will help you!"

"How smart! How did you know I wanted your help with writing?"

Xiaofei smiled:
"I'm not stupid, isn't it just the picture of Baishou, which one do you want?"

"Let's not rush now - wait, you mean you will write other hundred-year-old pictures?"

Ren Ping was taken aback.

"Of course, there are many styles of this kind of birthday character, how can I only learn one? I haven't shown you my best skills yet,"

Xiaofei couldn't help feeling a little proud.

After speaking, he raised his head with sincere eyes:

"Big brother, you cure my mother, I will listen to you!"

"Okay! Is it a deal?"

Although it sounds a bit utilitarian, but I can't take care of it for a while.

"It's a deal, Lahook!"

Saying goodbye to Xiao Fei hastily, Ren Ping felt his blood welling up.

He is not a philanthropist, and the current situation does not allow him to give charity.

But this 10 yuan—or even if it costs millions later, it is definitely not a loss!

A little girl actually mastered many ways of writing [-]-year-old pictures.

If this news spreads, it will definitely cause a huge earthquake in the Chinese calligraphy world!
If it was just a premonition before, now Ren Ping is [-]% sure:

Xiaofei will be the key to revitalizing Ren's wood industry!

As for Luo Qingshang.

The pale and sickly, but still beautiful young woman appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help shaking my head.

Getting along with this Mrs. Luo was not pleasant, but at most it was just a bad temper.

For Xiaofei's sake, I don't care...

"Xiao Yuan, help me clean up, I'm leaving the hospital."

"Ah? Mr. Ren, can't you stay any longer?"

In the VIP ward, the young female nurse who provided exclusive services for Ren Ping was slightly surprised.

"Yes, trouble you."

"Wait, here's a letter from you."

"letter?"

Ren Ping was taken aback.

When I took it, I saw that it was really a paper mailed letter. People still write this stuff these days.

Looking at the signature again, a somewhat unfamiliar name appears:

Nanling Ancient Spring Association.

(End of this chapter)