“But the workmanship and coloring of these building blocks are still a little lacking.
"Nowadays, I am stuck in the middle. I can't make big money, but small money is not worth it."
"Ah, I really can't make any money!" Qingtian said with a frustrated look, "I thought I was so smart, helping Uncle San to come up with a way to make money!"
But her little mood went away just as quickly as it came. She soon became cheerful again and said while packing up her building blocks: "Forget it, forget it. I'll keep it for myself to play with. Even if others don't like it, I like it!"
Seeing this, Qin Hexuan changed the subject and said, "It's not completely impossible. If the patterns on the building blocks are changed to Western styles, I can't say for sure, but they should sell very well in the capital."
Mrs. Qin couldn't help feeling touched as she listened to the conversation between the two children.
Firstly, he felt that he had thought too much and misunderstood Qingtian. Secondly, he felt that his youngest son might actually have some talent for business.
In recent years, because the emperor likes Western things, the people have been vying to follow suit.
Whether it’s in a store or at a roadside stall, anything that has something to do with the West will sell.
Therefore, the business of Qin's Linglong Pavilion has been very good in the past two years, making a fortune every day, otherwise Mrs. Qin would not have given it to Qin Hexuan as a private property.
If this set of building blocks could really be replaced with a Western pattern and put in the store, many people would definitely be willing to buy a box to take home.
"But how do I change it?" Qingtian didn't know what the popular Western patterns were, so he could only blink and look at Qin Hexuan.
"Okay, don't worry about it. I'll ask someone to come up with a set of rules and see if your uncle can do it.
"If it can be made, I can ask him to put the product on consignment at Linglong Pavilion."
"Thank you, Brother Qin." Qingtian's eyes curved with a smile, and then he asked, "Is Xiao Su still in Linglong Pavilion? Can I go see him?"
Qin Hexuan reached out and pinched Qingtian's nose, asking, "You only knew you missed your uncle, but you didn't even bother asking how your blue and white porcelain plate is doing now?"
"Ah? The plate..." Qingtian scratched his head, "Brother Qin, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it."
"What a bad memory you have!" Qin Hexuan shook his head helplessly.
"It's okay, just consider that plate a gift to you!" Qingtian said generously.
"I won't take advantage of you." Qin Hexuan said, "The owner of that Pan Guibaozhai has spread the news, and now many people are willing to pay money to see the real thing.
"There will be a private auction in Beijing during the New Year. If the price is similar, I can help you sell it."
"It's okay, Brother Qin will make the decision." Qingtian was very relieved about this and handed it over to Qin Hexuan with just one sentence.
"This plate might sell for a lot of money, and then your family can buy a house and move to the capital."
Mrs. Qin was surprised to hear this. What kind of plate could be sold for so much? It must be an antique if it required the participation of the owner of Guibaozhai.
Does the Ye family actually have such a fortune?
But why is it a child who makes the decision?
The more she listened, the more confused she became.
However, Qingtian's attention had obviously been diverted at this time.
She quickly put the building blocks back into the box and asked, "Brother Qin, can I go see Xiao Su?"
"Why do you want to see him? Do you have to go see him every time you come to the capital?"
Qin Hexuan tried hard to ignore the unhappiness in his heart, but his tone of voice still unconsciously revealed some of it.
Qingtian keenly sensed his displeasure. Although he didn't understand why, he still said tactfully, "It's okay, Brother Qin. I'll just ask my second uncle to take me to see Xiao Su before I go home."
Qin Hexuan's focus was completely misplaced.
"Isn't the word 'Second Uncle' accurate? Why does it become 'Little Su' when it comes to Ye Xianglei?"
"Ah?" Qingtian had never noticed this problem before, and no one at home corrected her. They all thought it was normal for children to have incorrect pronunciation, and it would be fine when they grew up.
Hearing Qin Hexuan's question, she thought for a moment and said, "I think I should call him uncle."
"You just realized this? You have to speak accurately since elementary school, otherwise it will be difficult to change later!"
Although Qin Hexuan said this, he still ordered his servants to harness the carriage and prepare to take Qingtian to Guibaozhai.
He didn't know why, but whenever Qingtian looked at him with those big watery eyes, he couldn't do anything to her and just wanted to pamper her a little more.
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