Sun: She really felt helpless. It seemed like she was the only one in the family who was seriously engaged in the domestic fighting. The others were either selling paintings or spreading knowledge about bird courtship.
Xianjin and Hope Star's mother Duan agreed to take three drafts to see the style. Xianjin insisted on paying, but Duan refused. She just said, "I am very satisfied that my paintings can be hidden in the layers of rice paper. Rice paper, especially the rice paper at home, is Erlang's father's favorite paper. My paintings are sandwiched in it. You are in me, I am in you. How can it be measured by money or silver?"
Xianjin said that showing affection is one thing and making money is another, and there is actually no conflict.
Xianjin simply asked directly, "...Do you want to ask for a price for painting a hundred birds for Mrs. Zhang from the silk shop?"
Duan nodded.
Xianjin said proudly, "I will pay you as much money as Mrs. Zhang pays you."
Duan smiled and said, "I have agreed with Mrs. Zhang that I will paint for you at the end of the year, and the reward will be 100 taels."
One hundred taels?
Then they made no profit at all, all the profits were given away.
Sure enough, all art is created with money.
Xianjin twitched his lips: It’s not that I can’t afford it, it’s just that copying it myself is more cost-effective.
Seeing this, Duan smiled and said, "Manager He, please take a look at the draft first before making a decision!"
Xianjin agreed, and after a few careful thoughts, he realized the mystery of genes - Duan was unrestrained and free-spirited. She said whatever she wanted to say during the first few encounters, and never cared about other people's feelings. Now she paints and sells paintings. Even if her beloved husband passed away, she can still live a beautiful second half of her life. And Chen Jianfang...
Xianjin thought of Chen Jianfang and sighed unconsciously.
This young man seemed to have two huge stones pressing on his chest. He breathed hard under the oppression and pressure, and walked forward with difficulty carrying the two stones on his back.
In fact, one of the two stones was pressed there by himself.
Mother and son, mother and son, but they have two completely different personalities.
Xianjin was thinking and walking very fast. When she arrived at "Fubai", she saw Zhao Dezheng running to her side with an anxious look on his face. As if a nightmare had reappeared, he lowered his voice and said, "... It's bad, it's bad... In the past few days, Baiji, Liuji, and Xingrongji have all launched rice paper with silk-cut and painting... The other two are not to be feared, as their products are not famous, but Baiji's rice paper with silk-cut and painting is quite good... What should I do!... What should I do!"
Just like his original Se Xuan!
He had come up with this idea after hundreds of attempts, but it hadn't been popular for half a year when it was overwhelmed by the overwhelming publicity...
Zhao Dezheng looked at the unrecognizable "Fubai" with a sad face, and could not help but complain to Xianjin, "You made a big show, but you picked it up high and put it down gently. The decoration of this store has been completely changed. Even if you want to continue the previous paper business, there is not enough space to put the chest of drawers..."
"Where is Hengji?" Xianjin raised his eyes and asked in a deep voice.
Zhao Dezheng didn't expect Xianjin's attention to be here. He was stuck for a moment, and after a while he said, "...No...no movement..."
Xianjin said "Oh", pursed his lips and smiled, then continued to move his foot inside.
Zhao Dezheng stopped Xianjin with a red face, "Let's...let's continue to play 'Flower Language'!"
Xianjin nodded calmly, "Yes, we have already asked someone to make the drawings."
Zhao Dezheng shrugged, "Let's just lower the price! Baiji sells it very cheaply! A piece of rice paper with a longevity painting carved with a knife only costs three taels of silver."
Xianjin stopped walking.
Zhao Dezheng almost bumped into the pillar in front of the corridor.
Xianjin made a “two” gesture.
Zhao Dezheng didn't understand what he meant.
Xianjin chuckled and squinted his eyes, "This is Manager Zhao, questioning me for the second time. There is no such thing as a third time. If it happens a third time, you will go and help my father run the Jingxian shop."
Zhao Dezheng was dumbfounded: What time is it now? You still have the mind to settle accounts!
Nan Xiaogua behind Zhao Dezheng reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, signaling him to stop talking.
Zhao Dezheng pulled back the corner of his clothes in a rage, "Every failure makes you wiser. The lesson of Se Xuan is right in front of us, but you just ignore it. Our Chen Ji is not opening a one-time business here, nor is it just to make money from people once! We want people to come back again and again!"
Xianjin stopped walking completely, half turned sideways, crossed his arms, and said confidently, "If I don't take action, someone else will. Manager Zhao, don't be impatient - at least, you should learn to trust your shopkeeper."
After saying that, he strode inside.
Zhao Dezheng was left standing there in a daze: Who? Took action? What action? Who took action? Who cares about the open and secret fights between the paper companies! The common people would rather the fight be as fierce as possible, and the cheaper the better!
Zhao Dezheng sat there thinking restlessly until the evening.
Suo'er licked the corner of his mouth, looked at Zhao Dezheng who was thinking sadly, and wanted to tell him: Other people's thinking is thinking, but when you think, you make people laugh.
At dusk, Nan Xiaogua hurriedly jumped over the threshold and said in a low and hurried voice, "...someone just overturned Baiji's stall!"
What?
Zhao Dezheng opened his eyes suddenly in disbelief.
"Who?! Who overturned Baiji's stall?!"
Nan Xiaogua showed a strange and puzzled expression, "Zhen Ji salt merchants on Longchuanxi Wharf, Sanlang Zhen went straight to the carved silk and painting cabinet as soon as he entered Bai Ji's door, raised his hands and overturned the cabinet, drew his knife and chopped it three or two times, and said, 'If Bai Ji dares to sell Bai Ze carved silk and painting again, I, Sanlang Zhen, will chop it every time I see it!'"
Zhao Dezheng's mind was full of question marks.
Xianjin lowered his head and calmly copied the account book as if he was used to it.
Zhao Dezheng opened his mouth, "Xian... Shopkeeper He, why... why is this happening? Did you instruct this?"
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