I Don’t Want To Fight Anymore After Wearing An Outer Room

  Chapter 16 Qingliu in the Playboy

   "Girl, it's getting late, it's time to get up."

  The person on the bed was breathing slowly, and there was no sign of waking up.

  Cherry yelled again, "Girl, it's time to get up."

  The person on the bed moved and muttered, "What time is it?"

  Cherry, "It's the beginning of Mao."

  Maochu—it's only five o'clock! The dazed Yu Zhi squirmed, "It's still early, I'll sleep again."

   Cherry was in a hurry, "It's getting late, girl, don't you have business to do today?"

  Business? impossible!

  She is a salted fish, what business can she have? Cherry must be trying to trick her into getting up! This little girl has learned badly.

  Yu Zhi was wrapped in a quilt and rolled over, eyes closed tightly, "Call me after an hour." He fell asleep again.

  Cherry was dumbfounded. She stretched out her hand, but retracted it again. Forget it, she doesn't have the guts to shake the girl.

  Hey, what about the girl's lazy bed? Cherry sighed.

  Watched Cherry countless times in the morning, but Yu Zhi didn’t show any signs of waking up. She was so anxious—he could only go to grab work with Mother Jiang.

   She didn't get up slowly until the sun was over, and she yawned and went to wash up. Cherry at the side had a resentful expression, Yu Zhi was surprised, "What's wrong, who messed with you?"

  Cherry pouted her mouth even higher, and complained, "Isn't it a girl? I promised to go out to see Mr. Fang today, but my servant woke up early in the morning to call you, but you are just sorry."

  Yu Zhi was puzzled, "Is there such a thing? How come I don't remember it?"

   "Girl!" Cherry stomped.

   "Wait a minute! Let me think about it." Yu Zhi raised his hand and tapped his head, suddenly, "Oh, I remembered, yes, there is such a thing."

  Cherry complained, "What time do you think it is now?"

  Is it late? Yu Zhi looked at the sun, didn't he just climb up? Look at the hourglass again, Chen Shi is around seven o'clock, doesn't she usually get up at this time? Didn't get up late!

   "Mother Jiang is going to sell sauce-flavored pancakes. The servant has brought you breakfast. Hurry up, don't delay the business."

  Business? Oh yes, go squat to guard Fang Meinan.

  Yu Zhi suddenly realized, she patted Cherry on the shoulder, "Don't worry, there will be no delay."

Thinking of Cherry's worrying behavior, Yu Zhi smiled unkindly, "Mr. Fang, do you know what kind of person Mr. Fang is? A dude, a dude who sleeps in flowers and sleeps in willows! Have you ever seen any dude who got up early in the morning? At this time, he is probably still in a dream."

  Can he be more diligent than her? impossible.

   Paused, "Besides, didn't we find out that Fengyue Pavilion is his favorite place to go? Have you seen any brothels that open their doors in the morning?"

   Patted Cherry again, "What's the hurry, go be your velvet flower, I'll call you when it's time to go out."

  Cherry was sent away, Yu Zhi sorted out the plan while eating, the most important thing was to hide the vest, she was just an ordinary migrant worker, she was too weak, let's grow up first.

   After squatting for seven or eight days in a row, and with the help of those little beggars, Yu Zhi finally succeeded in seeing the real Fang Zicheng, and saw him three times. It is said that he likes Miss Diemeng of Fengyue Pavilion recently, and it is true!

  Yu Zhi didn't just squat down, but also pretended to sneak into the back kitchen of Fengyue Pavilion, and inquired about a lot of news.

  Although Fang Zicheng is not motivated, he will be reincarnated and looks good.

  The figure is thinner, but tall. Yu Zhi checked it visually, and it was close to 1.8 meters.

  A pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, a blue brocade robe, a golden belt around his waist, and a folding fan in his hand.

  He is flirtatious, but he doesn't have a trace of obscenity on his body. On the contrary, he is generous and gentle with girls, so he is especially popular with the girls in the building.

Don't look at Fang Zicheng as a dandy, but he is different from ordinary dandies. He finds it hard to read and tired of practicing martial arts. .

  According to what I heard, the elders of other playboys in Beijing are particularly envious of Fang Guogong. Similarly, his son is a dude, but Fang Zicheng just eats, drinks and has fun with his friends, and spends at most eight thousand taels of silver a year without causing trouble, so don't worry!

  The only hobby is Sleeping Girl, what happened to Sleeping Girl? You love me, and I don't hate others.

   Is there more than eight thousand children? It's really nothing to leave people like them.

  Fang Guogong was inquiring about the fact that the old man threw out five or sixty thousand taels of silver a year in order to clean up his son's mess. That's not counting, how many favors and resources have been involved.

  Since then, Fang Guogong no longer asks his son to make progress. Anyway, he is in good health and can support his grandson. As for the son, just play as you like.

   Not only did they not ask their son to make progress, but Fang Guogong and his wife gave their son money every now and then, for fear that their son would not have enough money to spend and would try to make money and go astray.

  Riding on a leaning bridge, full of red sleeves.

  Yu Zhi thinks that this poem can be applied to Fang Zicheng, and she has already conceived it. The Fang Zicheng she writes is gentle and affectionate, romantic and handsome.

  Fang Zicheng's face can be punched very well, and Yu Zhi deliberately highlights his pair of peach blossom eyes, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised. When you look at him, you can be immersed in the deep affection of the character, making people blush and heartbeat.

  Fang Zicheng was dressed in a red dress. He stood under the flower tree, and the white petals fell on his hair and shoulders. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked into the distance, coquettish and affectionate.

  Finally finished, Yu Zhi looked at the portrait and was very satisfied. Finally, he had the confidence to find someone to discuss cooperation with.

  I'm so tired, I'll go to sleep first, and then go after I wake up.

   "Cooperation? This son wants to discuss cooperation with the old man?" The manager of Changlong Bookstore looked suspicious.

  Yu Zhi smiled and nodded, "The steward might as well look at this painting first." She handed over the painting in her hand.

   "Look at the old man." The steward took it politely, and when the portrait was fully unfolded, the steward shrank his pupils suddenly and took a deep breath, "This—"

   Isn’t this too similar? The facial features and expressions of the characters are all in place, and even the strands of hair are clearly defined, as if the person walked off the painting in the next moment.

  He had never seen this kind of painting before, it was so shocking, as if what he was looking at was not a painting, but a living person. Compared with the portraits sold in the bookstore, it is nothing like mud and water. No wonder this person has the confidence to come to discuss cooperation.

   It's not that the painter of the book shop is not good at painting, but that if two portraits are put together, even he will choose the one in front of him.

   "How? How is it compared to expensive bookstores?" Yu Zhi was very satisfied with the shock he brought to the steward.

   "It's so strong, I'm willing to pay a thousand taels of silver for this painting of my son." The steward said convincingly, he is a man of insight, so he naturally understands the value of this painting. Because you know it, you pay more attention to it.

  Yu Zhi was unmoved, one thousand taels was a lot, but whether the bookstore took her paintings, engraved or imitated paintings, they could sell countless thousand taels.

   You are indeed a businessman, a profiteer!

  Yu Zhi shook his head slowly, "I don't sell it, but we can cooperate. I will supply the paintings, and sell them in the bookstore, and the profits will be divided equally. The manager thinks this kind of cooperation is good?"

   "It's good, but the young master wants too much, I can't be the master, so I have to ask my master for instructions."

   "Okay." Yu Zhi didn't think it would be a matter of talking, since he had already gone to ask his boss for instructions, he expressed his intention to cooperate, and it was nothing more than a compromise in terms of interests, so just talk.

  (end of this chapter)