Dusk deepened. In contrast to the neon-lit New Town, Old Town gradually faded into darkness with the sky.
Inside the Calligraphy and Painting Shop in a secluded alley.
"Hmm... that should do it."
Lin Zhishui looked over the simply mounted calligraphy pieces on the table, then rolled them up one by one and put them in his bag.
With these pieces on hand, Little Snake should have no trouble giving gifts and building goodwill.
Society ran on personal connections, and Little Snake was pursuing a cultural career. Naturally, most of the connections and backing she needed would come from cultured people. Whether they genuinely loved traditional culture or merely wanted to seem refined, these beautiful, highly appreciable calligraphy pieces would be perfect.
"I still need an ink wash painting. I'll paint it tomorrow." Lin Zhishui stretched.
He had hardly exerted himself today, really. He had only written a few pieces of calligraphy. Mounting them had been the troublesome part.
Lin Zhishui sat down in his chair and picked up the old, yellowing book on his desk. Bored, he opened it and flipped through the pages. There was not a single word to be seen. Aside from the unusually smooth paper and its distinctly aged feel, there was nothing special about it.
Honestly... is this thing even an antique? he muttered inwardly.
When Lu Qingfeng had given him this "Wordless Heavenly Book" that day, he had only said he had come across it by chance in "Lingyan Pavilion."
Lingyan Pavilion...
The only Lingyan Pavilion he knew was the one in the verse: "Go up to Lingyan Pavilion for a moment, and see which scholar became a lord of ten thousand households."
But antique shops in modern society used names like that all the time. Some even called themselves Imperial Study and