Duan Rong walked up to the skinny scholar's desk and deliberately cleared his throat.
The skinny scholar looked up, placed the pen in his hand on the pen rest on the desk, and said in a clear and elegant voice, "Is this gentleman here for letter writing?"
It seemed that most of this scholar's patrons were indeed here for letter writing.
But such a business could only earn a few coins.
"I want to look at some paintings. I've recently built a new house and was thinking of hanging a painting in the main hall as decoration," Duan Rong replied with a smile.
The skinny scholar approached politely and asked, "Is the gentleman looking for a landscape or a warrior painting?"
The profit from selling a painting far exceeded that of letter writing.
If he managed to sell a painting, he could add some meat to his meal today.
"Let me take a look first." Duan Rong strolled to the paintings behind the scholar and carefully examined them.
