Chapter 71 The Clown is Me
Jiang Yueying is a very hardworking person and is particularly responsible after becoming the owner of a teahouse.
Although there was no customer in the store during the opening days, she was still the first one to arrive at the shop in the morning.
As soon as I walked outside the shop, I found a green horse-drawn carriage blocking the door.
She stood by the carriage window and reminded softly, "Dear guest, please help move the carriage. The door of the shop is blocked."
She was startled when a hand suddenly reached out from the carriage and grabbed her hand.
The hands were stained with colorful paints and looked dirty.
Soon, a head emerged from the navy blue carriage curtain. It was a man with messy hair like a chicken coop, but he looked very handsome.
"Miss, I heard that your teahouse has an authentic painting by the painting master. Can you sell it to me?"
Jiang Yueying's hand was held tightly by the man and her face turned red with shame.
"Sir, please let go of your hand."
The second young master Qin looked down and realized that his behavior was a little inappropriate, so he quickly let go of his hand.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was so nervous that I did something frivolous. Please don't blame me, young lady."
After the shopkeeper opened the door, the second young master Qin rushed into the teahouse in one step.
He had a natural insight into paintings and saw at a glance that there was a painting on the wall right in front of the door.
The beauty in the painting was the girl whose hand he had held earlier.
The popular painting style in the Great Yan Kingdom was artistic conception painting. Very few paintings were so realistic that even the sweat hairs on the face could be clearly seen.
Produced by the painting saint, absolutely exquisite.
This painting is absolutely amazing.
The second young master Qin looked at Jiang Yueying, then at the painting, and after comparing the two, he felt that all his painting skills learned over the years were in vain.
He is not even as good as a finger of the Painting Saint.
If I could get some guidance from a painting saint, I might be able to make rapid progress.
"Girl, who are you? Do you know the Painting Saint? Is that why the Painting Saint helped you paint?"
Jiang Yueying did not directly answer Qin Er's question, but only said: "I am the owner of this teahouse."
"Miss, this painting belongs to your teahouse. Since you are the owner, you are fully qualified to sell it to me."
Jiang Yueying answered simply, "Not for sale."
The second son of Qin refused to give up.
No matter what Jiang Yueying did, he followed her.
Jiang Yueying washed the tea bowls and he helped.
Jiang Yueying was wiping the table and he was helping.
So much so that when Jiang Yueying went to the toilet, he would wait outside.
I was afraid that someone else would buy the painting first.
"Boss, please just sell it to me. I'll pay any price."
Jiang Yueying: “No way.”
My cousin said that this painting is used to attract money and customers, so it cannot be sold for the time being.
The old shopkeeper made a good suggestion, "Boss, you probably don't know this young master. He is the second young master of the Marshal's Mansion. Since the second young master said that any price is fine, you might as well ask him for a high price of several hundred thousand taels of silver. I estimate that this teahouse may not make that much money even if it is opened for a hundred years. It will definitely make a fortune if it is sold."
The waiter next to him also said: "If it can really be sold for 1 million taels of silver, after selling it, we can buy another 1,000 teahouses like this."
The old shopkeeper and the clerk were just joking, but the simple-minded Second Master Qin actually took it seriously.
"Boss, may I ask how many tens of thousands of taels are? I will go and find a way to raise the money now."
Jiang Yueying stopped the second son of Qin angrily, "What's wrong with you? I've told you many times that I won't sell it. Why do you keep asking me? I won't sell it even if it's 10 million taels, let alone 10 million taels."
I have seen forced sales, but this is the first time I have encountered such forced buying.
Jiang Yueying made up her mind that the painting was copied by her cousin, and she would not sell it even if the king of heaven came to ask for it.
Then Jiang Yueying angrily drove the second master Qin away.
After the second young master Qin left, the Yinyue Teahouse became quiet again.
The silence was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The waiter sighed silently in his heart: If this teahouse is open for one more day, it will lose one more day's capital. The rent of the shop and the wages of the waiters are all piled up with real money. The boss is so stupid that he won't sell it even at such a high price. If it were him, he would have sold it long ago.
Jiang Yueying looked at the painting on the wall.
The painting is so beautiful, I think she looks even prettier than she really is.
My cousin said that this painting can attract money and customers, so why is the teahouse still so deserted?
As she was thinking about it, she saw a group of people who looked like scholars rushing towards her.
Everyone's face was red and ears were red, as if they were here to seek revenge.
"Boss, hurry up and get the guys ready."
Jiang Yueying was extremely nervous, but she saw those people stopped after rushing into the hall and looked around.
After seeing the painting on the north wall, everyone gathered around it.
“Nice painting, nice painting!”
"It is indeed the work of a painting saint. No one in the world can match this painting skill."
"I, Chen, am very lucky to have the chance to see this painting. I will die without regrets."
When Jiang Yueying heard everyone praising her cousin, she felt a sense of pride.
Her cousin is the most outstanding woman in the world.
When it was time for lunch, the scholars did not go home but ordered some snacks and sat in the hall to admire the paintings on the wall.
This was the first time the teahouse made money since it opened.
When the scholars saw that the person in the painting was her, they surrounded her and asked her all kinds of questions.
Some of them took out their brushes and ink and started painting directly based on her, copying the works of the painting saint.
Those who didn't bring pens, ink, paper and inkstone all ran to the next shop to buy some, boosting the business of the shop.
That pen and ink shop was also newly opened by my cousin.
I have to say, my cousin is amazing. She said this painting would attract wealth and customers, and it is true.
At this rate of making money, the Jiang family will soon be able to get out of poverty.
Jiang Yueying prayed that there would be so many guests every day.
Unexpectedly, more people came in the afternoon and the entire hall could not accommodate them.
But they all crowded in the hall to appreciate the paintings and were unwilling to go to the private rooms.
When it was time to close the hotel in the evening, some guests were persuaded to stay in the inn next door.
But most of the guests were reluctant to leave.
After discussing with the shopkeeper, Jiang Yueying decided to keep half of the employees to do the night business.
The wages for night duty are doubled.
As for her, she has become a hot commodity now. Whenever she appears in the hall, she will be surrounded.
So she had to wear a veil and quietly leave the teahouse through the backyard to go home.
The old shopkeeper volunteered to stay and work overtime.
Because today's profits were so huge that he hasn't figured out the accounts yet.
When he counted the money, he found that he had earned more than three hundred taels of silver that day.
At that time, Miss Lin asked the owner of the teahouse to sign a 10-year lease.
The rent for this remote shop for 10 years was only three hundred taels, and the investment was recovered in an instant.
And it looks like business will be even better tomorrow.
Previously, he was blind and had been persuading Miss Lin not to open a teahouse here, based on his thirty years of experience as a shopkeeper.
Now it seems that the clown is actually himself.
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