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

  Chapter 17 The Heart Arsonist

  The result of the final talk was naturally that Yu Zhi returned home satisfied.

  After she left, the steward stood aside respectfully, very puzzled, "Boss, why did you agree?"

  The owner is a middle-aged man, and asked him, "Is this business uneconomical?"

   "It's a good deal, but we can definitely buy the painting—" Doing it by yourself is much more profitable than partnering with others, and you don't have to share so much profit.

  Thinking about the loss of so much money, the steward feels distressed.

   "I also want to buy it, isn't it because people don't want it?" Seeing the manager's tangled face, he laughed and said, "Maoshan, you, have you committed the problem of being petty again?"

   Paused, "Don't talk about anything else, just talk about this painting, is it worth it?"

   "It's worth it, that's—" Li Maoshan, the manager, still felt that it was too much.

"Maoshan, after all, we are open to do business, and make money with peace. Do you know what he said that moved me? He said that he can draw not only this one portrait, but also the other nine people, and he also mentioned an auction , the highest price wins.

   "Just say such a painting, carefully framed with good paper, can it be sold for two hundred taels?"

  The steward took a deep breath, just one piece, not suitable for eating or wearing, and selling for two hundred taels? He thought it was unbelievable that the bookstore sold a book at a high price of fifty taels.

His expression pleased his boss, he patted him on the shoulder, and said unexpectedly, "Are there many girls in Beijing who like Mr. Fang? Let's not talk about other things, just talk about his face. Is it worth buying a lady who likes him and keeping it as a treasure?" ?For ordinary people, two hundred taels of silver is a lot, but for those rich ladies, two hundred taels is not enough for them to add a piece of jewelry.

   "Mr. Fang is not the most popular yet. Li Tanhua, Mr. Yichen, oh, and the arsonist Mr. Wen, Maoshan, tell me, if Mr. Wen, how much would Princess Anle be willing to pay for his portrait?"

  Who in the entire capital does not know Princess Anle Xin Yiwen? For the sake of Master Wen, I dragged it to seventeen and haven't picked a son-in-law yet. Not only Princess An Le, but those who have been married for two or three years, which one has never admired Mr. Wen? You can't afford to delay until you can't afford to marry. In order to make up for their regrets, even if they spend a huge amount of money, they will be willing to **** Master Wen's portrait back and keep it for collection.

  Are they collecting the portrait of Mr. Wen? No, what they treasure is their teenage dreams.

Seeing that the steward's eyes were shining, the owner was very proud, "I'm going to divide it into three tiers, and only ten pieces will be released for the best ones, and let them bid for the auction until the auction is over. The second tier will be 100 pieces, and 200 taels of silver a piece." .The third tier is again, also one hundred pieces, and the price is one hundred taels."

   Ladies, do you only buy one? Who said there can only be one happy person? Do only men like to look at pretty girls? Women are no less lustful than men. There are several eldest princesses in this dynasty, and the people around them are all young and handsome brothers.

  As soon as these portraits are released, they will probably scramble to collect all the pictures of the top ten beauties!

  Haha, do the math, how much can he earn just by selling portraits?

   "The boss still has a vision." The steward said convincingly.

   At this moment, a clerk came in to report, "Boss, I'm so incompetent, I lost him." He looked ordinary, but his footsteps landed silently.

"Understood, let's get down and get busy." The boss didn't blame him at all, turned to the steward, and said, "See, since that young master can draw a portrait that no one else has seen before, it can be seen that he is capable. He can get rid of it. A Chuan also confirmed the conjecture in my heart. The world is so big and there are so many strange people. The capital alone is crouching tigers, hidden dragons. We are businessmen, so it is better not to make enemies with others. Maoshan, your situation is still a bit small ah!"

  The manager looked ashamed, "It's because I didn't think carefully, thank you boss for teaching me."

   As expected of the owner, how could Changlong Bookstore be the number one bookstore in Beijing?

  Yu Zhi was very happy when her wish was fulfilled, so she didn't care about Changlong Bookstore sending people to follow her. It's just a small tail, just shake it off.

  Countless small coins are beckoning to her, Yu Zhi has been in a very good mood for a few days in a row, even if she meets someone she hates, she is not angry.

This annoying person is Aunt Li's son Zhao Youzhi. Yu Zhi met him once in the alley. He said he was a scholar, and he wore a scholar's uniform like that, but his eyes were dishonest and always looked at her. Glance at me, it's too annoying.

  Changlong Bookstore was also very happy. Fang Zicheng's portrait sold better than they expected. The ten most high-end paintings were auctioned in half an hour, and they were sold for 30,000 taels of silver.

  Fang Zicheng looked at his portrait and was satisfied no matter how he looked at it, "Master is really handsome. Where did Changlong Bookstore find the artist, but he is quite capable, and he has drawn the charm of Master."

  The more I look at it, the more I love it, and my eyes are full of obsession, "Daquan, one hangs the study room, and the other hangs the master's bedroom. It's easy to take care of it, so don't get dusty."

That's right, Fang Zicheng took two pictures alone. In addition, Fang Guogong and his wife took three pictures. That is to say, half of the ten portraits of Fang Guogong and his family were sold at a high price of 5,000 taels, 30,000. His family contributed 25,000 taels of silver.

   Fang Zicheng raised the price himself, "I'm so handsome, how can no five thousand taels be worthy of my face?" It's really weird to forcefully give money to others.

   Li Guanshi, who presided over the auction, said that he likes such strange things.

   Mrs. Fang Guogong is also looking at the painting, happy and proud. My cub is so good-looking, there is no one more beautiful than my cub in the entire capital!

  The old mother's filter is simply invincible.

   There is also Fang Guogong, feeling a little grateful for his old face, fortunately his son does not follow him.

  He is also very proud. He has a chest like a god, and his colleagues are envious and jealous, so they always talk about his appearance and laugh at him openly and secretly.

  Hmph, big man, so what if he is not handsome? But his wife and son look good!

  Good son, you have made your father look good! Fang Guogong was very relieved. Turning his eyes, he ordered the officials, "hang this one in the middle hall." Whenever there is a visitor, he can see it as soon as he looks up.

  Good guy, he is more dazzling than his son.

  As for the other picture, Fang Guogong smiled unkindly. Last month, the old man’s son was cheated out of eight thousand taels for buying a fan. He was so angry that the old man was sick. He had to visit Haosheng to comfort him.

  If you are so familiar, you don’t have to be polite to bring a gift, just bring a picture to share with him.

  Old buddy: People do things? All friends!

  Fang Zicheng's portraits were sold out quickly, and Yu Zhi also got a dividend. Counting the banknotes, she felt that she was doing well again.

  Li Tanhua, this is Yu Zhi's second object of writing.

  If Fang Zicheng is romantic and affectionate, then Li Tanhua is gentle and refined.

   Thanks to oyminy for sending Hehe's evaluation ticket, thank you!

  (end of this chapter)