Qiao Lian'er had the guards keep everyone at a safe distance, then wrote a note and put it in a box, instructing everyone to touch it in order and then proceed in that order.
In this way, there were no objections.
Some people immediately ordered more than twenty pieces, causing those behind them to panic: "Young Master Qin, please buy less, otherwise there won't be any left when it's our turn."
"Yes, we can't just stand in line for nothing."
Qiao Lian'er said, "There are just too many people. In order to ensure that everyone has a share, let's limit each person to five pieces."
"After a while, I will have more paintings, and then everyone can come and buy them. My skills will be even better now."
So, no matter how eager everyone was, they could only reluctantly buy five paintings. Even so, in the end, several people still couldn't buy any.
They didn't want to come for nothing, and thinking that Qiao Zhizhi's ink paintings were not bad, they decided to buy her ink paintings because of her reputation.
A single ink painting cost fifty taels of silver, and people rushed to snatch them up; all three hundred-plus paintings were sold out.
That night, all of Qiao Zhizhi's presentable paintings were sold. Her ink paintings sold for 15,000 taels, and her oil paintings sold for 50,000 taels, for a total of 65,000 taels.
Holding the heavy silver notes, Qiao Zhizhi looked at the boxes of silver in front of her and felt a sense of unreality. Now she finally understood why so many people who specialize in painting want to become famous.
Once you become famous, your value will skyrocket, and you'll be rolling in money.
Today, she has not only gained fame, but has also become a wealthy woman.
Qiao Zhizhi wanted to give all these silver notes to Qiao Lian'er; without Lian'er, she wouldn't be where she is now.
Qiao Lian'er shook her head and pushed Qiao Zhizhi's hand away: "Sister Zhizhi, the most important thing is that it is the result of your hard work. It is the path you have walked on your own. You will have to walk it on your own in the future. This is what you deserve."
"I'm just providing some assistance. If you're not willing to learn or study diligently, even a god couldn't help you."
For the two years in the space, Qiao Zhizhi devoted herself wholeheartedly, working day and night. The current outcome is not unexpected.
“Lian’er, although you don’t want it, you’ve done me a favor, and I will always remember it,” Qiao Zhizhi said solemnly.
Now, those noble families treat her with respect and admiration, and the Qiao family looks at her with pride.
She also became someone people were proud of.
"What? They sold over 60,000 taels in one night?" Wu Qingjin heard this news as soon as she woke up from her coma.
"Are you kidding me? Are those paintings really worth that much?"
"Sigh, after becoming famous at the Prince of Guangping's mansion, Qiao Zhizhi's value has also skyrocketed. She used to be penniless, but tonight many people are crowding into the Qiao family to ask for her paintings." Murong Shu had been watching over Wu Qingjin, and her tone was tinged with sourness.
"The best paintings are still in the Prince of Guangping's mansion, and it is said that they will be exhibited for a month. Other paintings, whether good or not, were also put up for sale and sold out completely, including three hundred ink paintings that were not particularly outstanding."
Wu Qingjin laughed, laughing until her chest ached.
"That bitch's ink paintings are not even as good as mine, yet she sold three hundred of them. It's hilarious. Are all those rich and powerful people idiots? They actually went to buy ink paintings from her."
“There’s nothing we can do. Now that she’s gained some status, when others look at Qiao Zhizhi’s paintings, even if they’re not particularly outstanding ink paintings, they’ll think they’re better than others’. They might even think they’re at the level of a master.” Murong Shu said helplessly, “Qingjin, she really succeeded. First, she kept it from you, and then, taking advantage of the opportunity you gave her, she stepped on your head, basked in all the praise, and made a fortune.”
Wu Qingjin trembled all over. Most girls are destined to get married. She originally wanted to make painting a skill for herself so that she wouldn't be so dependent on others in the future.
Qiao Zhizhi is currently enjoying immense popularity, so how can she possibly shine and contribute any more?
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