"Brother Zhang" has been strong all his life and has never given up when it comes to spending money!
If you don’t buy it, you are not a human being!
If you don’t buy it, you’re a bastard!
If you don’t buy it now, you will have trouble sleeping when you go home!
Buy early and enjoy early, don’t buy now and enjoy it later!
"Pah—"Brother Zhang" took out half a string of money with one hand, "Give me four bags!"
By the way, he added generously, "I have thirty cents left. I won't give you the change. I'll buy you some cakes!"
Change, twenty cents!
The change is twenty cents!
Xian Jin screamed in his heart!
Half a string of money, 500 coins; four bags, 480 coins; I should give you 20 coins in change...
Xianjin pursed his lips in an indescribable manner and glanced at the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard not far away.
The educational level of this mountain academy is not very good!
"Brother Zhang" paid and drew a number. Zhou Ergou compared the numbers and took out four brown paper bags. Xianjin handed them to "Brother Zhang" respectfully. "Do you want to open them now? Or should we open them when we get home?"
"Open now!" those in the crowd cheered.
"Brother Zhang" rubbed his hands, took the paper cutter handed over by Xianjin, opened the first bag, and took out papers one by one!
Bamboo paper...bamboo paper...bamboo paper...bamboo paper...bamboo paper...bamboo paper...
The first six sheets are all bamboo paper.
More and more people gathered around him, dozens of pairs of eyes staring at "Brother Zhang" as he took out the paper. Some people with a curious mind laughed, "What a loss! A rough-edged piece only costs two or three cents! Zhang Wenbo, Young Master Zhang spent one hundred and twenty cents to buy a rough-edged piece! Hahahaha! If your father finds out, he will definitely beat you to death when he gets home!"
Zhang Wenbo's face turned red, and he stiffened his neck. "What nonsense are you talking about! My father can only spank me two or three times! He can't bear to beat me to death!"
Xianjin:...
This kind of retort is really weak.
Zhang Wenbo kept taking out paper, nine pieces, all bamboo paper.
Manager Dong couldn't help but hold the corner of Zhou Ergou's clothes tightly.
Tuesday Dog was confused, "...Isn't it good if it's all rough edges? Aren't we making a net profit?"
Manager Dong exclaimed, "What a waste of money! The first ones we opened were all money-losing goods! Who would buy our 500 bags?! It's a waste of money!"
Manager Dong was so anxious that his face turned pale. He looked at Xianjin again and saw that the little girl looked normal, with smiling eyebrows and eyes, and her thin lips raised. She looked caring and harmless.
It’s really stable!
Manager Dong sighed.
Zhang Wenbo's face turned red and he took out the last piece of paper.
The last piece of paper was a light crimson sheet about the width of a palm.
Xianjin let out a long breath in his heart and said in an exaggerated tone, "Look at what's written on it!"
Zhang Wenbo read it out loud, "A six-foot-long piece of paper sprinkled with gold!"
Xianjin smiled, "Congratulations! It's a very good piece of paper! I have the New Year's greetings and poems for your family this year!"
He raised his voice again and faced the crowd, "Because the size of the kraft paper bag is limited, the better paper with a slightly wider width is put into the kraft paper bag in the form of various color sheets. If you have opened a color card, please bring the numbered kraft paper bag and color card to Chenji Paper Shop on Shuixi Street to exchange!"
"Brother, if you are busy, we at Chenji also provide door-to-door delivery service. You can ask someone to call us and we will deliver the paper to your house at any time. If you want to buy anything together, you can also let us know in advance and we will definitely prepare it properly."
Taking advantage of his good luck, Zhang Wenbo opened the remaining three bags.
There were four bags, containing a total of thirty-one rough-edged sheets, three jade plates, three tribute sheets, two Lanting silkworm papers and one of the most valuable six-foot-long rice paper sprinkled with gold.
Among the scholars there were those who came from poor rural farming backgrounds and had never seen so much good paper.
Every time Zhang Wenbo opened a bag, he was greeted with a burst of “wow”.
It has a rice aroma.
Zhang Wenbo was in the spotlight. He gave "Xin Shiwei" a rough edge and a piece of Lanting silk paper, and gave "Laozi" a jade plate and a tribute. He also paid half a string of money to buy four bags, and confirmed with Xianjin again and again, "...Are you still there at noon?"
Xianjin smiled, "Yes, yes, yes! We will be here whenever you want us to be. The mountain courtyard will be closed on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, so we will be here until the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, but we will only sell 500 bags a day. You know, this paper business is different from other things. Other food and daily necessities can be bought whenever you want, but when we buy this paper and use it well, it will be seen by generations to come!"
Xuan paper has the reputation of being "a thousand years old".
Zhang Wenbo nodded happily, "...I'll ask the servant to go home and get some money first - if my father knew I spent money on paper, he might even give me a few more coins!"
Xianjin smiled more sincerely, and exclaimed sincerely, "In wind and rain, Chenji will wait for you!"
Someone at the outermost layer of the crowd let out a low, muffled laugh.
"Baoyuan, what are you laughing at?" the man next to the low laugh asked with a smile.
The man called "Baoyuan" has a broad forehead, a flat top, dark eyes, thick eyebrows, a straight nose, a white face, a tall figure, and a moderate bone mass and frame. He looks pleasing to the eye and very friendly.
He looks friendly, but his words are a little sharp.
"I laugh at the cunning of children, at the dullness of students, and at the trifling tricks of tricks to amuse oneself."
Qiao Baoyuan, whose full name is Qiao Hui, picked up the same mountain courtyard cloth bag as Zhang Wenbo's. His eyebrows were thick, but his expression was calm. "Look, our Bo'er is so happy."
The scholar next to him also laughed, "He should be happy that he has a six-foot-long piece of paper and several sheets of good quality paper. Apart from anything else, Chen's paper is good, but also expensive. He hasn't even passed the provincial examination, and he has never used any good paper."
Qiao Hui shook his head, "It's hard to calculate this account in detail."
Four bags, 480 wen, one rough-edged paper at five wen, 31 pieces totaling 155 wen, Jiagong and Yuban are of the same grade of paper, counted as 10 wen, totaling 60 wen, two pieces of Lanting silk paper totaling 40 wen, and the most valuable six-foot gold-sprinkled Xuan paper counted as 30 wen, totaling no more than 280 wen.
Zhang Wenbo took two hundred more coins and bought something happy.
The "blind bags" launched by Chen Ji do not sell paper, but the impulsive pleasure when buying, the nervousness when opening the bag, and the regret or ecstasy after the result is revealed.
In short, "blind bags" sell feelings and addiction.
The more you buy, the more you want to buy; the more you drive, the more you want to drive.
I always thought that I could get something better in the next bag.
When buying a "blind bag", you don't care about what the good paper is, but what you pursue is the uncertainty.
This is no different from gambling.
The only difference is that this one gives you the possibility of making your money back.
It even makes you feel like you have made a fortune.
Qiao Hui crossed his arms and looked across the crowd at the obvious person in charge in the shed - a little girl he didn't know.
An almond-shaped jaw, slender and upturned eyebrows, small light-colored lips, and a very cold appearance, but revealing a vigorous and upward vitality.
There is a strange conflict and beauty.
"Didn't the Chen family send their third master back to Jing County?" The scholar next to him whispered, "Why does this girl look like the head of the family?"
Qiao Hui retracted his gaze, picked up the book bag, and pulled back the scholar's headscarf, "Why can't a girl be the head of the family? You are so pedantic! Let's go! The teacher is fierce, and I will punish you to write three hundred scriptures, all with rough edges!"
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