Chapter 110: A Lot of Golden Legs
Wen Yan didn't expect that she would come over.
He immediately had no time to entertain Ying Zhilin.
"Wait a minute, I'll be back soon." Wen Yan said to Ying Zhilin, then left him and squeezed next to Meng Chifei.
Wen Yan pulled Meng Chifei and pointed to the door: "Master Song's wife."
"Lord Song?" Meng Chifei was still a little confused. Which Lord Song was Wen Yan talking about?
"That's Mr. Song, the man the emperor sent to help Brother Xi Yan."
When Wen Yan reminded him of this, Meng Chifei immediately remembered:
"Are you talking about Mr. Song, whose wife is extremely wealthy and got promoted by donating money? Where is he? Let me see."
She followed Wen Yan's gaze.
"That's the one wearing the multi-colored peony in her hair."
I saw that it was a woman in her thirties.
She has a slim and graceful figure, fair skin, and bright and lively eyes.
She has a very typical appearance of a Jiangnan woman.
"Not only is she rich, but she's also beautiful. Lord Song is so blessed." Meng Chifei was extremely envious.
"Don't be envious, I tell you..."
Wen Yan stood on tiptoe and whispered in Meng Chifei's ear.
Meng Chifei's eyes sparkled.
"Will this work?"
"I guarantee it will work." Lord Song never formed cliques and was always trying to curry favor with the emperor.
His wife would not miss such a good opportunity.
Meng Chifei nodded and squeezed towards Mrs. Song.
After Meng Chifei and Mrs. Song exchanged a few pleasantries, they whispered a few words to each other.
Mrs. Song started shopping.
One hundred copies of the Xue Tao paper with elegant color and faint fragrance.
Ink stick, brush, and inkstone.
One piece per style and specification.
Do you want to ask Mrs. Song if she can use it all?
Mrs. Song: "If you can't use it all, you can donate it to the Salesian Bureau."
The sword used by General Meng?
Bought it as a gift for my nephew who likes fighting.
The silks and satins collected by the general’s wife?
Regardless of pattern or color, I'll just pick the most expensive ones, twenty pieces...
For a moment, the shop was filled with Mrs. Song's voice, "This, this, and this, I want them all."
If Meng Chifei hadn't stopped him.
The remaining two imperial gifts and the Ruyi that the Queen had just bestowed upon her would also be taken by her.
Finally, she also took a fancy to the clothes on Meng Chifei and asked Meng Chifei if he was willing to give them up. She could name any price and buy them.
Meng Chifei quickly covered his collar tightly: "This dress is sold at Tianyi Cloth Shop."
Mrs. Song said "Oh" and turned around to tell her maid to go to Tianyi Cloth Shop to buy the same style.
Everyone was still shocked by Mrs. Song's crazy spending when someone outside the door shouted, "Master Wu Yunzi's steward is here."
Because of his appearance, Wu Yunzi never appears in front of outsiders.
Few people have seen his true face.
Even when teaching at Wutong Academy, he wore a veil.
All his new paintings were published by this manager.
Over time, everyone knew that Master Wu Yunzi had a manager whom he trusted and respected very much.
However, this manager is very low-key in his behavior.
He is rarely seen walking outside.
Every time he makes such a grand appearance, it means that Master Wu Yunzi has a new work to be released.
For a moment, everyone looked at Manager Wu expectantly.
Wen Yan and Meng Chifei immediately went out to greet them.
"Manager Wu." Meng Chifei suppressed his excitement and greeted him politely.
She was originally a fan of Wu Yunzi's paintings.
She naturally knew very well who Manager Wu represented.
"Miss Meng, you are such a generous gift. I am so humbled by it." Manager Wu quickly returned the gift.
"Manager Wu, please come in." Meng Chifei led the person into the store.
Manager Wu bowed to the people around him, then took out three scrolls and said, "These are three paintings of my master."
"My master also wants to do his bit for Jinyang Prefecture.
During these three days, my master will deliver three paintings each day. All customers will vote and select the one with the most votes. The one with the most votes will be auctioned three days later. The proceeds will be used entirely for disaster relief according to the rules of 'One Point Ink'."
"Master, do you mean to select one painting every day? Doesn't that mean there will be three paintings to be auctioned?" Meng Chifei confirmed again and again.
After receiving a positive answer from Manager Wu, Meng Chifei only hated himself for being too poor.
If she had money, she would definitely buy all three paintings.
Now it can only benefit others.
Just thinking about it made her feel so painful.
The successive incidents made the name of "Yidian Mo" famous throughout the capital.
The business of "A Little Ink" became popular instantly.
Guests come and go, and come again.
There is a constant stream of people.
Even some officials took leave to come to the store to see Wu Yunzi's new paintings and the calligraphy of Ji Shanzhang of Wutong Academy.
The "Old Paintings of Wu Yunzi" and "Buddhist Scriptures in Liuyun Kai" that were originally intended to be used as a gimmick have become unpopular.
It's not even noon yet.
All the four treasures of the study in the shop were sold out.
Meng Chifei quickly asked someone to replenish the stock.
They were so busy that they had no time to eat.
Wen Ruyue, who had been waiting at home to watch the show, learned the news.
She was so angry that she smashed a set of teacups.
"Why?! I am the protagonist of this world. How can Wen Yan get help from so many noble people?"
She has already robbed her of her fortune.
How could her shop be so popular!
Not fair!
This is not fair!
The maids were so frightened that they dared not even breathe.
She didn't give up and wanted to go and see it for herself.
After getting dressed up, she went straight to 'A Little Ink.'
As soon as she arrived at the store door, she saw Ying Zhilin following Wen Yan like a servant.
Whatever Wen Yan does, he always does it first.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Wen Yan was filled with obvious joy.
This...how is this possible!
How could a cold-hearted man like Ying Zhilin take care of a woman like this!
In my previous life, I spent four years but failed to warm his heart.
Wen Yan had only been married for over a month, and Ying Zhilin was already taking such good care of her?
If, he could fall in love with a woman.
What does it matter if he remained indifferent even though I tried to please him in my previous life?
Could it be that he hates himself so much?
But why?
Why did he allow the Ying family to spend her dowry while despising her?
After four years of marriage, he hadn't even consummated his marriage with her.
It was also thanks to his indifference that she remained a virgin and was able to make Huo Yaoxing happy.
She wanted a child, but he asked for a divorce.
She gave him aphrodisiac drugs, and he would rather run out of the house and jump into the icy river than touch her.
In her previous life, she was as humble as an ant.
The thing that she wanted but couldn't get, Ying Zhilin was eager to give to Wen Yan.
Why!
The jealous rage instantly clouded her mind.
Wen Ruyue rushed into the store angrily.
"Bitch!" Wen Ruyue grabbed Wen Yan, pulled her forward, and slapped her in the face.
It all happened so fast.
Wen Yan had almost no time to react and didn't even see the other person's face clearly.
She subconsciously blocked with one hand and counterattacked with the other.
There was a crisp sound of "Snap".
Everyone looked over here, their expressions were conflicted for a moment, not knowing who to pity.
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