"This is Princess Feiluan, and this is the great painter, Miss Zhizhi."
Having received an affirmative answer, the shopkeeper rubbed his hands together, his face flushed: "I admire Princess Feiluan's intelligence and talent, and I also respect Miss Zhizhi's painting genius. Since you two are here, I can't just raise the price."
"How about this, I'll sell it to you for 10% more. I have to make costs for all this. Also, could you please give me a painting, an oil painting, Miss Zhizhi?"
There are many benefits to being famous, and Qiao Zhizhi has experienced this deeply. Otherwise, she might have to pay 40% or 50% more, but now, an oil painting can make up for that difference.
“Sure, I just finished painting one in one night, I’ll give it to the boss.” Qiao Zhizhi readily agreed.
Because this was her first painting after she became famous, she pursued perfection even more, so her standards were raised considerably. Once it reached the owner's hands, it could be sold for a higher price, and she might make more money than she would have otherwise made.
Since they are business people, how could they possibly suffer losses?
Qiao Zhizhi had someone go back and fetch the painting. It was only finished last night, and the surface would take three to five days to dry. She gave the boss some instructions.
The boss listened attentively, nodding frequently, holding the large drawing board with great affection, thinking it was truly worthwhile.
The storefront was sold happily, and the property deed and land deed were obtained, costing 21,000 taels of silver.
Holding the contract, Qiao Zhizhi felt a sense of security. Since gaining fame at the Prince of Guangping's mansion, she had acquired more and more things that belonged to her—honor, wealth, and property.
The kindness Lian'er showed her was so great that it could be said to have given her a second life.
The storefront also had a spacious backyard. Qiao Lian'er carefully observed the front and back, and then made a plan in mind.
She had someone bring her paper and pen, and meticulously planned out the layout of each area on the paper. She finished quickly and handed it over to Butler Chai to carry out.
As long as there are enough people and materials are purchased in a timely manner, classes can be started in just a few days.
There are many people who want to learn oil painting. In the past few days, a lot of canvases, paints, palettes and brushes have been sold. These were all provided by Qiao Lian'er, so naturally they all belong to Qiao Lian'er.
To the Qiao family's surprise, Wu Qingjin came to their door.
Wu Qingjin's true colors have been revealed, and Qiao Lian'er would not allow the Qiao family to be kept in the dark. Such a dangerous existence naturally needs to be known by everyone in order to prevent it.
Therefore, Wu Qingjin was stopped at the door by Butler Chai.
“Miss Wu, Miss Zhizhi is busy and has no time to see you. Please leave.” Butler Chai said coldly.
Miss Zhizhi considered this person her closest friend, yet this person actually wanted to ruin her. It's truly unpredictable and impossible to guard against people's true nature.
Judging from Butler Chai's attitude, Wu Qingjin knew that the entire Qiao family knew about some things.
As expected, Qiao Zhizhi, having achieved great success, completely disregarded their past friendship and wanted to sever ties with her in front of everyone.
Yes, she's got everything, so what does she need to worry about?
Qiao Zhizhi is far more ruthless than her.
She lowered her head: "I'm sorry to Zhizhi. I want to apologize to her. Even if she can't forgive me, it's good that she knows my intentions. Please ask the housekeeper."
Butler Chai remained unmoved, thinking to himself, "You're like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken; who would believe you have good intentions?"
He snorted: "Our Miss Zhizhi can't bear this. Miss Wu, you really know you were wrong. If you behave well from now on, everyone will see it. You don't need to come here specifically."
Wu Qingjin knew she couldn't reason with the housekeeper, so she simply raised her head, looked into the doorway, and said loudly with a hint of grievance, "Zhizhi, I'm so sorry. I'm tormented by my conscience day and night, unable to eat or sleep. Please, for the sake of our two-year friendship, come out and see me."
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