The old man looked at Ji Yuan excitedly for a long time, until Ji Yuan spoke, it was as if the taut string had loosened, and he still responded with a slightly excited voice.
"Yes, yes, it's fate that Yi Shun can see you again! I took the liberty to ask you for a calligraphy, and it's a blessing for my Yi family to receive your calligraphy. Oh, by the way, please come in, please come in!"
Although Yi Shun was over ninety years old, his mind was still clear. He knew that comparing the gentleman's situation in the past and his state when he met him now, he probably didn't want others to point out his identity as an immortal. So he just showed enough respect instead of shouting "Immortal" and kneeling and bowing.
Yi Sheng on the side was shocked. Seeing his father's reaction, he knew that his previous guess was correct. He also followed his father's words and invited Ji Yuan to enter the store.
Being able to meet at this moment, Ji Yuan felt that he had a destiny with the Yi family. He did not refuse and went directly into the store with the Yi father and son. The shop assistants and customers were looking at the door curiously, wondering who the owner of the shop was welcoming so solemnly.
Everyone thought that the other party should be the knowledgeable master. Nowadays, the entire Dazhen attaches great importance to learned people. If a great sage really comes, it is not an exaggeration to have such courtesy.
"Mr. Yi, who is this gentleman?"
A customer who was choosing an inkstone in the shop asked, and the old man looked at Ji Yuan.
"I don't know, what should I call you sir?"
Ji Yuan did not hide it and answered with a smile.
"My name is Ji Yuan, and most people who know me call me Mr. Ji."
Mr. Ji? Some customers in the store were trying to figure out which scholar Ji Yuan belonged to, but they couldn't remember. They could only think that he might be famous in a small circle, but not famous enough to be widely known.
"Sir, there is a quiet room inside, please come in and have some tea!"
Yi Sheng wanted to invite Ji Yuan into the inner hall, but Ji Yuan was looking at the merchandise in the store and waved his hand.
"No need. I just happen to be running out of paper. I'll buy some from your store..."
Having said that, Ji Yuan looked at Yi Shun again. He also bought paper from the other's shop in the past, but that was the time when Ji Yuan was at his lowest point and he couldn't even afford better rice paper.
"Paper? Yes, yes, yes. We have any good paper you want. Not only do we have the famous Xuan paper from all over Dazhen, but we also have good paper from all over the world in our warehouse. They vary in thickness, color, flexibility, and fragrance. I'll take out some for you to choose from!"
Without his father's instructions, Yi Sheng started working quickly. In addition to those available in the shop, he and a clerk took out all the papers in the warehouse, and placed them in stacks on the counter and presented them to Ji Yuan.
Ji Yuan was also watching out of curiosity, but when he saw Yi Sheng carrying up boxes one by one, from ordinary wooden boxes to lacquered wooden boxes, and then to boxes inlaid with gold wire edges, Ji Yuan suddenly felt that he did not need too expensive paper, and ordinary paper would be enough.
Without waiting for Yisheng to take out all the paper products, Ji Yuan had already reached out and placed his hand on an ordinary wooden box.
"Don't bother. I'll buy this kind of paper. I want a whole box. You can take it away when I leave. By the way, didn't you say you want to drink tea in the quiet room? I'm a little thirsty."
"But… "
Yi Sheng wanted to say something but was interrupted by his father.
"Sir, please come in!"
After Ji Yuan and his father went in, Yi Sheng bowed and apologized to the curious guests around them.
"Excuse me, everyone. This is our honored guest. Please continue to choose what you like. You guys, put the papers back where they belong."
The shop assistants could only watch their boss leave and complain in their hearts, after all, the wooden box and paper were quite heavy.
In the quiet room inside the shop, Ji Yuan looked at the decorations. There were some hanging calligraphy and paintings, and in a prominent position there was a large character that read "evil cannot prevail over good".
But of course these words were not written by Ji Yuan. What he wrote at the beginning was just a small piece of paper, less than one foot long. But in this quiet room, just one word is equivalent to the piece of paper he wrote at the beginning.
All of this might have been done temporarily for Ji Yuan to see. Ji Yuan, who had just sat down in the quiet room, knew the general situation of the Yi family with a quick calculation.
"It seems that the words have been kept safely at home?"
The old man sitting opposite Ji Yuan answered with emotion.
"The calligraphy you gave me has been hanging in the study of the old house to encourage the descendants of the Yi family. Oh, sir, please have some tea. This is the famous pre-rain tea, produced by the authentic Deshengfu pre-rain tea garden. It is very rare!"
Ji Yuan drank the tea with a smile. The taste of this tea was very familiar to him. As long as he was in Ju'an Pavilion, the Wei family would deliver it to him at the right time. However, it had been a long time since he had tasted new tea.
"Mr. Yi, do you know that the four words 'evil cannot prevail over good' were not originally meant for you."
The old man put down his teacup without any grudge.
"Of course I know. I remember it all so clearly. The gentleman originally bought a piece of paper, wrote on it and went out, obviously intending to give it to someone, but that person didn't appreciate it, so I got a bargain... To be honest, I have thought about looking for that person, but it was a few years later. Even if I asked others, I couldn't remember who was supposed to be waiting outside the store. Sir, who was that person?"
Ji Yuan shook his head.
"He is just a deceased person. His soul has already returned to heaven. Many people in the world do not accept their fate and think that their fate is all due to bad luck, and that they have no family background or noble people. This is not wrong, but just like that person at the beginning, why did he break his promise to me? Why couldn't he wait a little longer?"
Old Master Yi Shun and his son Yi Sheng felt emotional, but also felt fortunate. If that person had kept his promise and waited, would this word still be their Yi family's turn
"In fact, even without this character, your Yi family should have the capital to start a business. Ji's character is just an external object after all, it is just a help."
Of course, Master Yi would not take this seriously, but he also felt that this was Mr. Ji's approval of the Yi family, and he couldn't help feeling a little smug.
Just like meeting and chatting with long-lost relatives and friends, Ji Yuan talked with them about love and family matters, and also talked about national affairs and listened to the Yi family's ambitions.
"It turns out that your Yi family not only has such a big business in stationery business, but also has opened bookstores in various places, and is determined to spread the Dazhen culture throughout the world. Not bad, not bad."
"Hahaha, although we are in the business world, we are not obsessed with money. We are still scholars at heart! Although the Yi family's bookstore is a private printing house, it has some official printing background, and the books it publishes are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation."
Yi Shun was very confident when he said this, but his son Yi Sheng beside him felt a little ashamed.
"What a coincidence. Speaking of publishing a book, maybe you can help me with something."
"Mr. Ji's affairs are the affairs of our Yi family. As long as it does not violate your conscience, just give your orders!"
"Yes, sir, just give your orders!"
Ji Yuan nodded with a smile at the immediate guarantee made by the Yi father and son. It also saved him a necessary thing. If he wanted the story to spread throughout the world, he needed someone who could not only write the story but also tell the story.
Without staying in the Yi family's big shop for too long, Ji Yuan politely declined the other party's invitation to entertain him at their mansion in the capital. He left the shop and headed in the direction he wanted to go before.
Walk straight into the inner city and go to a teahouse. Before entering, the powerful and crisp sound of a gavel "suppresses" the bustling teahouse. A storyteller with gray hair but still not looking too old, starts the first lecture of the day with full energy.
"Last time I mentioned that the Martial Saint Zuo Wuji was trapped in a demon cave, with thousands of demons waiting to eat the flesh and drink the blood of our human race. At this moment, the long-hidden Martial Saint came out with a sneer on his face, walking like a dragon and a tiger..."
Hearing this familiar voice, Ji Yuan couldn't help but smile.
When it comes to enlightenment and writing a heavenly book, Ji Yuan feels that he can be considered a great figure in the world, but when it comes to storytelling, especially a story with rich sound and emotion, even if he is a god that people admire, he is not as good as Wang Li. Well, among the many immortals, there are not many who can compare with Wang Li in this aspect.
Of course, it would be best if there were people with enough weight to endorse it, including those from the human world, immortals, Buddhism, ghosts and gods. Ji Yuan even thought of the people who played chess with him, such as the guy who hid in the Yuecang Mirror last time, who really wanted to win over Ji Yuan.