God of Sprint

Chapter 897 Li Dajiang

As soon as Ma Weidu received the call from Yu Qian and learned that Zhao Yun wanted to exchange for an inkstone, a friendly smile immediately broke out on his face and he readily agreed.

Zhao Yun did not dare to delay and quickly called Ma Weidu, his tone full of gratitude: "Mr. Ma, thank you so much! To be honest, it does seem a bit vulgar to talk about money with you, but I really feel bad. Do you have any little gadgets you like? When I find a suitable one, I will definitely bring it to you!"

From the other end of the line came Mr. Ma's hearty laughter: "Hey, Xiao Zhao, why are you so polite! It's just a small matter, there's no need to be so polite. This inkstone itself is not worth much money, and not many people play with it now. It is not like those bottles, jars, calligraphy and paintings. People who like them treat them like their treasures, and those who don't like them don't even bother to look at them!" Mr. Ma always speaks like this, always slowly and orderly, making people feel very cordial when listening to him.

After a short pause, Mr. Ma continued, "Since you are interested in this inkstone, let me tell you about its origin. Although this inkstone cannot be called an ancient artifact, it has a great origin! In order to celebrate the successful return of our country's Oriental Pearl Tower, the famous carving master Zhou Bowen carefully carved a total of 99 such Nine Dragon Inkstones! Moreover, the stones used for these inkstones are exactly produced in the Feng Shui treasure land of your hometown!"

Zhao Yun couldn't help but admire the old man, because he explained the origin of the inkstone in such detail and clarity. In this way, he didn't have to worry about making a fool of himself or losing face in public because of his ignorance.

Zhao Yun sighed, "Oh! I know that the inkstones in my hometown are the ancestors of inkstones! But to be honest, I don't have much cultural background, and I haven't studied these things in depth. I have brought it here this time, so I have to appreciate it and feel the unique atmosphere of literati and scholars, so that I can take this opportunity to increase my knowledge and cultural literacy!"

The old man laughed heartily and said, "Haha! All right! So when are you going to come and take it away?"

Zhao Yun quickly replied, "To be honest, I am currently working in Yingkesong Province. And this inkstone will be used tomorrow, so I was wondering if I could trouble my master's wife to go to your place and get it now. Of course, if it will affect your rest, forget it."

The old man waved his hands and said, "Oh, what's the point of disturbing us? Just send someone over!"

After saying this, the two ended the call. Then, Zhao Yun immediately arranged for Li Chunxiao to go to the old man to retrieve the inkstone.

At three o'clock in the morning, Li Chunxiao arrived at the Welcoming Pine, and Zhao Yun drove to the train station to pick her up.

"Master's wife, thank you so much! I asked you to come here in the middle of the night!"

"It's okay. I have nothing to do right now. If you don't call me today, I will go back to our hometown tomorrow to play with your brother and the kids."

Since Li Chunxiao only served as the general manager of the group's investment department, she has indeed had a lot of free time. Now she goes home every week to play with Wang Xin and the children.

"Master's wife, I have booked a room for you. Please come and spend two days here at the Welcoming Pine!"

"I won't live here anymore. I've already bought a ticket back home and promised my kids we can go play together tomorrow!"

Hearing Li Chunxiao say this, Zhao Yun felt even more grateful to her! "Are you too tired?"

Li Chunxiao smiled and said, "I have sleeper berths on my train so I won't be tired. You just need to do your thing!"

Unable to persuade Li Chunxiao, she rushed back to Yanjing overnight, and after dawn, Zhao Yun went to Mango Province with Zhang Yixing.

After arriving in Mango Province, Zhao Yun first took Zhang Yixing to the Shangri-La Hotel and met Dilireba!

Dilireba was extremely happy to see Zhao Yun return so soon.

Although Zhao Yun had promised her that he would help her solve her problem, she did not sleep well for the two nights after Zhao Yun and the others left, and she did not dare to leave the hotel for two whole days.

Zhang Yixing and Dilireba had never met before, but they exchanged greetings after meeting.

Then Zhao Yun told Dilireba about his plan.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yixing took Zhao Yun and Dilireba to the home of Li Hongmei's father Li Dajiang.

Li Dajiang's home is not located in the retirement home, but a little further from the city center. It is a two-story villa with the overall Hui style of architecture. From a distance, its unique style is eye-catching.

When the group arrived at the door, Zhang Yixing couldn't wait to reach out and press the doorbell, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Grandpa Gan! I'm here to see you!"

Not long after, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman appeared in front of everyone. Zhang Yixing quickly asked, "Sister Wang! Is my grandfather at home?"

The middle-aged woman called Sister Wang smiled and replied, "At home! The old man is sitting in the study writing!"

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Yixing was so excited that he danced with joy and laughed uncontrollably: "Haha! That's great! I can appreciate my grandfather's vigorous and powerful calligraphy works again!" After that, he turned around and greeted Zhao Yun and Dilireba behind him enthusiastically: "Come on, Mr. Zhao! Let's go in quickly!"

Several people filed in and walked into the spacious courtyard. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, a fresh and pleasant breath hit them, making them feel relaxed and refreshed. Looking around, the whole courtyard was like a beautiful painting.

The first thing that comes into view is a unique rockery, which stands in the center of the courtyard, and contrasts with the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, forming a unique landscape. Under the rockery is a clear pool of water, the surface of which is sparkling like a huge mirror. In the pool, several colorful goldfish swim leisurely, sometimes shuttling between lotus leaves, sometimes jumping out of the water, splashing water, adding some vitality to this quiet water area.

Looking at one side of the courtyard wall, there is a row of lush bamboos neatly arranged. They are tall and slender, green and lush. When the breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, as if playing a beautiful and moving piece of music.

After entering the room, the first thing that caught my eye was a vigorous old man, sitting in front of an antique desk, wearing a pair of exquisite reading glasses, holding a brush with great concentration, and splashing ink on the snow-white rice paper.

Zhang Yixing walked up to the old man lightly, with a friendly and bright smile on his face, and praised: "Grandpa Gan! Your handwriting is so good! It's simply amazing!!"

Zhao Yun and Dilireba, who were standing by, heard Zhang Yixing's praise and came forward curiously to look at the words written by the old man. As expected, the handwriting was both strong and soft, and each stroke was vigorous and powerful, revealing an extraordinary momentum and charm.

However, facing the praise from Zhang Yixing and others, the old man seemed to have heard nothing and continued to write with full concentration. He only responded lightly: "I'm back. You guys sit for a while! Let me finish writing this word first." After that, the pen in his hand moved on the paper like a dragon. After a moment, a majestic word appeared on the paper.

Seeing this, Zhang Yixing hurriedly smiled and invited Zhao Yun and Dilireba to take a seat, and signaled Sister Wang standing beside to pour water for everyone. Soon, several cups of steaming, fragrant tea were placed in front of everyone.

At this time, Li Dajiang finally finished this calligraphy work. He slowly put down the brush in his hand, gently turned his wrist which was slightly sore from long-term writing, then reached out to pick up a white towel on the table and wiped his hands carefully. After doing this, he turned around and cast his eyes to where Zhang Yixing was.

At this moment, Li Dajiang was stunned. He stared at Zhao Yun in disbelief and subconsciously pulled down his reading glasses, as if he wanted to see more clearly. He asked with a little doubt: "Are you... are you Zhao Yun?"

Seeing the old man's reaction, Zhao Yun quickly stood up and replied respectfully: "Old sir, it is the younger generation Zhao Yun!"

"Haha! It's really Zhao Yun! Yixing, you little bastard, how did you bring Zhao Yun to my house?"