Lu Guo was speechless, scratched his head and said nothing more.
It seems that his status is indeed the lowest, but he doesn't want to farm even if he is asked to.
Lu Guo began to carefully consider his words in front of Lin Su, hoping they would be the best choice for the occasion when he was being confronted. For Lin Su, the imperial examinations weren't difficult; the hard part was getting promoted. In this era, no matter how outstanding one's political achievements were, promotions came gradually, taking at least several years. Unless one rebelled and ascended the throne, their rank would always be lower than Xiao Huang's.
But doing business is different. As the richest family in the world, the Shen family is bound by loyalty to the emperor and patriotism and will not really go beyond the royal law, but Lin Su does not have that taboo.
Since Lu Guo relied on him for food, of course he had to follow him wherever he went. Then he watched helplessly as Lin Su quickly sold all his fortune to rent a store. The store looked decent, but it was empty except for some miscellaneous items and old books.
"What are you going to sell?" Lu Guo looked around.
"Do you know what is the most valuable thing these days?" Lin Su flipped through the pages without a trace of melancholy.
Lu Guo jumped onto the counter and sat down. "What is it?"
"Women's jewelry, men's calligraphy and paintings," Lin Su said with a smile.
In this era of literary prosperity, any calligraphy and painting that can surpass the masters will be sought after by literati, just like the reputation of talented people is spread through reciting poems and writing articles.
If you are not praised or admired by others, it only means that you are not capable enough.
In this era, good wine needs no bush.
"But where did you get those calligraphy and paintings?" Lu Guo crossed his legs. "You won't let me steal them, will you?"
"How could Lin do something that damages the character of scholars?" Lin Su asked back.
Lu Guo: “…”
Doing business is the biggest thing that can damage the character of a scholar.
After all, if pen-wielding is combined with the smell of money, those intellectuals would probably quote classics and scold people to death if they knew about it.
"Senior, please help me grind the ink." Lin Su spread out the paper and looked at Lu Guodao. "Senior, you should know how to do this, right?"
Lu Guo was originally going to refuse, but after hearing the tone, he felt obliged to do so: "Of course, it's just a matter of grinding the ink, but you're not planning to write it yourself, are you?"
He kept moving. Lin Su took a wolf hair brush, soaked it with ink, and wrote three big characters in one breath. Even if someone who didn't know many characters could tell that the characters were written in a sharp and ancient style, with a steady and majestic style, which seemed different from those of others.
"What does this say?" Lu Guo asked.
"Calligraphy and Painting Studio," Lin Su took out the paper, rolled it up and placed it in his hand, "Senior, please frame it. This is the face of our shop."
Lu Guo carefully held the paper and turned around. When he was about to walk out the door, he suddenly stopped and frowned, thinking that something was wrong. But just as he turned around, he met Lin Su's smiling face: "This is the most important matter for our store. It concerns whether we can eat meat every meal in the future. I'll leave it to you, senior."
At that moment, Lu Guo actually felt a sense of responsibility and patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely fix it for you."
He was so serious about it that he even used his lightness skills.
[The host is truly wise,] 06 sighed.
This not only gives you a free thug, but also a free errand runner and miscellaneous person. All you need is a full meal every day. You can't find such a good thing anywhere in the country.
The capital city was a complex and complicated place, and apart from criticizing current social ills, scholars mostly appreciated calligraphy and painting.
But within just a few days, the calligraphy of a man named "Mr. Yan Gui" became widely circulated among scholars. Although he was unknown before, the stunning brushstrokes and delicate painting made many people admire him.
"I first saw this by chance when I went to the calligraphy and painting studio, but I was stunned by it at first sight..."
"I've never seen this style before. If I could create a new font, it would be a great story."
"Brother Wencheng, how much did you spend on this pair?" Some scholars could not hide their envy.
The man rolled up the scroll in front of a crowd of onlookers, looking rather proud: "It's only a thousand taels."
To spend a thousand taels of silver to buy silk would be considered extravagant and wasteful, but to spend a thousand taels of silver to buy this masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages has drawn widespread praise.
The calligraphy and painting studio was packed with people, but unfortunately only one piece of Mr. Yangui's calligraphy and painting was available per day, and only the highest bidder could get one.
Although some people mocked it for being tainted with the smell of money, once it appeared, this group of scholars and officials who were usually honest and upright rushed to buy one, and some even had the idea of setting up a "calligraphy and painting studio".
The calligraphy and painting studio makes a fortune every day, and there are some ruffians who want to try it, but they are beaten out before they even step into the door.
It is said in the capital that the owner behind this "calligraphy and painting studio" must be extraordinary, otherwise how could he hire such a master?
Little did he know that the master was tricked by the host.
However, within a dozen days, the assets of the calligraphy and painting studio doubled, and even the one thousand taels that Lu Guo had robbed before were in his hands. Lu Guo had encountered countless things in his travels, but this was the first time he had encountered such a way to make money.
While excited, seeing Lin Su not writing and selling paintings in the shop, but instead hiring a carriage to travel around the city, he became anxious: "Why don't you write more paintings?"
It was the first time for him to witness the fighting power of the literati. It was breathtaking to see those gentle and refined literati who seemed like they could be blown down by a gust of wind, their faces flushed and necks thickened when they were fighting for calligraphy and paintings. It was as if he had seen a mountain of gold.
"Scarcity makes things valuable," Lin Su said, looking at the crowds on the street outside. "Starting tomorrow, we'll change the painting to one every three days. Driver, stop for a moment."
The carriage stopped, and Lin Su got off the carriage and went into the shop on the street without paying attention to Lu Guo who was still wondering what he meant.
Just as Lu Guo came back to his senses, Lin Su had already finalized the deal: "You're buying another shop? Are you buying so much to open a restaurant?"
"Yes," Lin Su said with a smile, "Senior is really smart."
Lu Guo, who was clearly being praised but felt like he was being scolded: "..."
"Did you lie to me about the master you mentioned before?" No matter how stupid Lu Guo was, he could still notice it.
In addition to writing, painting and running the shop, Lin Su practiced martial arts every day. The moves he used were obviously not those of a novice, and his internal strength progressed by leaps and bounds. He had never heard of such moves in the martial arts world. If someone had such skills, he definitely could not be an unknown person.
"Yes," Lin Su raised his hand to block his fist and said, "Senior, there is no need to be angry. Although my master is fake, I have obtained the peerless magic skill. If I can master it one day, I will definitely be able to compete with you. Before that, you can also work with me to make money and help the poor."
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