Zhou Yuan said with a smile, "I would like to borrow some writing materials!"
Zhao Donghai had a passion for alchemy, so he would present him with a generous gift.
A gift so lavish that he couldn't refuse.
It would show him the value he possessed.
Perhaps this was a bit beneath his dignity, but isn't that how it is between people? If you want benefits, you first have to give something in return.
Interests are always the best way to maintain relationships, or to elevate them.
"Please, feel free!"
Zhao Donghai suppressed his curiosity and feigned an indifferent demeanor.
Both were old foxes; they wouldn't let their true feelings show easily.
Zhou Yuan took the high-quality paper without further ado, but when he saw the writing brush, he hesitated for a moment; he had never actually learned calligraphy.
After all, even obtaining food and warmth had been a struggle since childhood, so how could he have learned such an elegant but ultimately meaningless skill?