Zhou Qing was a little angry, raised his right hand, and subconsciously pointed at Nan Yi.
Nan Yi then smiled and said, "Why don't you invite me to your home if Brother Zhou invites me?"
Zhou Qing took his hand back, not wanting to discuss the matter with Nan Yi in public. He snorted, said nothing, turned around and walked straight back to his home.
Nan Yi followed Zhou Qing all the way into Zhou's house and arrived at Zhou Qing's own house.
Zhou Qing carried a stool for Nan Yi, then sat directly at the desk, grabbed the ink pen on the desk, and asked in a deep voice: "How much do you know?"
"The essence of ink is the messenger of black pine." Nan Yi calmly revealed the identity of the ink essence.
Hearing this, Zhou Qing no longer maintained the superficial politeness between classmates, and said sarcastically: "Humph, you really know. But since you know that I will learn the direct drawing method sooner or later, you should know that there is no way I can give up a little bit to you. "
At this moment, Zhou Qing even felt that there was something wrong with Nan Yi's mind for actually making such a request to make him pick sesame seeds and throw away watermelons.
Nan Yi still looked calm and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, you might as well let Mo Jing come out first and show his face."
"What do you want to do?" Zhou Qing suddenly became wary.
Nan Yi said, "Since we are talking about Mo Jing and the matter involves him, we should let Mo Jing come out and listen. Furthermore, since I am asking for Mo Jing in an upright and upright manner, I should ask you and Mo Jing to do both." If there's anyone who doesn't respond, I'll go back on my own."
For Nan Yi, what he wants is for Mo Jing to return to his heart. If you rely on lies, trickery, and deception, even if you can deceive Mo Jing, you will only be able to deceive him for a while.
Therefore, he simply spoke out and tried to find a win-win situation by trying to find a win-win situation.
Nan Yi looked at Zhou Qing with a smile in his eyes and asked softly: "Is it possible that Brother Zhou doesn't even dare to let me finish my words?"
"Uh..." Zhou Qing was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. Nan Yi smiled, but Zhou Qing felt uncomfortable and didn't want to show off too much.
However, seeing Nan Yi calm and indifferent, Zhou Qing was startled and confused: Where did Nan Yi have the confidence to convince him and Diandian?
Zhou Qing took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Brother Nan already knows, there is no need to let Diandian hide anymore."
After finishing speaking, Zhou Qing took the ink pen from the desk, opened the pen cap, and said, "Dian, please come out and talk about it."
Just like people have names, Mo Jing called himself Dian Mo, while Zhou Qing used to nickname him Dian Dian.
Diandian appeared in the form of a villain and looked at Nan Yi curiously.
In fact, he was hiding in the pen, whether he came out or not, he could still hear the conversation between the two.
But Nan Yidu said that he was involved in the matter, and Diandian felt that it was right. He became curious and went out to see what happened with his own eyes.
He had just listened to half of the conversation and realized that Nan Yi was a businessman who accidentally learned of his existence and wanted to buy and sell from Zhou Qing. But he didn't expect that Nan Yi, who was asked to show up to listen, was also a young scholar.
Moreover, Diandian glanced at Nan Yi, secretly feeling a little scared.
As a member of the Mo Jing lineage who often associates with scholars, Diandian has a talent that, although not magical, can be called miraculous. She can see the aura, talent, etc. in others.
For example, Zhou Qing, you can tell from a little bit that he is full of aura and may become a great talent in the future.
But Nan Yi...
Diandian looked at Nan Yi, but he couldn't see the aura from Nan Yi.
It's not that Nan Yi is the kind of dull person with no aura, but because Nan Yi's talent is so strong that it overflows and completely blocks his aura.
Diandian is just a little weirdo who has never seen the world. He was a little confused for a moment, not sure what kind of literary giant Nan Yi's talent should correspond to.
But it stands to reason that no matter what, Nan Yi is so talented that he should have become famous long ago.
However, Nan Yi's talent seemed a bit elusive and uncertain, as if he had no support, which was really strange.
How strange.
Diandian thought to himself and glanced at Nan Yi a few more times.
However, Mo Jing is too small, as big as a fly. If you don't pay close attention, you won't notice what he is looking at.
Nan Yi continued: "This ink master is called Diandian, right? Brother Zhou, I think you have made Diandian eat a lot of ink in the past few days. May I ask, how much has Brother Zhou learned in the direct-drawing technique?"
"Anyway, I can learn it without your concern." Zhou Qing snorted coldly, "Whatever you want to say, just say it."
Nan Yi smiled and said, "If Brother Zhou could really learn it quickly, I wouldn't come here. But now printing is used to print in batches. Without the charm left by the author on the manuscript, even if you learn it bit by bit, It’s faster than ordinary people, but it’s not much faster.”
"According to my estimation, it would take an average person nearly a year to learn how to draw; for those with painting skills, it would take about half a year; and for Diandian, it would probably take three months. OK."
Zhou Qing's face darkened slightly.
If it were anyone else, as long as he couldn't explain why, he could just dismiss the person and drive them away.
However, Nan Yi looked like he knew everything, so it was difficult for Zhou Qing to confidently say that Nan Yi was talking nonsense.
Moreover, Zhou Qing also felt a little guilty when he heard that Nan Yi said that it would take three months to learn even a little bit.
He originally thought that even if Diandian would learn more slowly, one month would still be enough.
One month, thirty days, buy a newspaper for ten cents a day, which is three hundred cents, or three copper coins.
Zhou Qing can still get this little money.
But in three or four months...
Zhou Qing frowned and said to himself: "These are just your guesses, they cannot be taken as true. Furthermore, according to your calculation, what you said before about having a way for me to learn it quickly is also nonsense? "
"Of course I have a way. I just need to get the corresponding manuscript and let Diandian learn it before teaching it to you, Brother Zhou."
When Zhou Qing heard this, he was startled at first, and then suddenly realized. However, he thought wrong.
Zhou Qing thought Nan Yi meant to get the manuscript from Xie Beihe based on his familiarity with him.
So, Zhou Qing sneered: "If it's about manuscripts, I can also go to Beihe layman and ask for the manuscript of "Yi Ming". "
Convinced that what Nan Yi said was nothing more than that, Zhou Qing felt relieved, and his tone softened again, saying: "If Brother Nan just wants to convince me with the "Yi Ming" manuscript, please take it back. I can't pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelon. "
Nan Yi smiled: "No, no, I don't mean to go to Uncle Xie to get the manuscripts, but I will give you some manuscripts directly."
Um? Zhou Qing was puzzled at first, then raised his eyebrows, suddenly having a guess in his mind that made him unhappy.
Sure enough, the next moment, Nan Yi smiled and said: "Not talented, it is "Yi Ming". If you want a manuscript, I can just draw a few pictures here. "
"You..." Zhou Qing's face turned green and red, and he felt like he was being laughed at by Nan Yi.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and said bitterly: "Then I don't have to give up a little bit to you!"
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