Mr. Erqi wrote in his own handwriting: "Jin is gold. It takes a lot of effort to make it, and its value is like gold. Therefore, the character "制" is derived from silk and gold."
Looking at his own calligraphy, Su Shien felt extremely ashamed. I apologize to "Mr. Erqi" for lending me his pen name.
Han Zeyu blew the ink dry with satisfaction. Looking at the vigorous and powerful font, the ink mixed with gold powder, the combination brought out the best in each other. How could one describe it with just one word, "expensive".
"Sir, you should take it easy. This is just a special invitation to write an inscription. It won't have much impact on your reputation, nor will it hinder the immortality of your works. Besides, we didn't cheat the poor out of their money. Don't worry, no one will scold you."
Su Shien considers himself a person who takes good care of himself, but after seven years of being together with his husband, he feels like he is almost being plucked bald.
"Thank you for your hard work, my husband. These are enough for now. You can take a rest first!"
Han Zeyu put away the cardboard with the inscriptions on it, and Su Shien hurriedly asked him where he was going.
Mr. Han said frankly, "I see there's some space on the back of the card. I'll go find Jiang Mingyue and ask him to draw a logo on it."
Su Shien couldn't help but let go of his hand, and suddenly felt that he was not so bald. After all, his brother Yu would pluck baldness from everyone around him equally.
Jiang Mingyue was very dissatisfied when he was found. He was a talented painter and was willing to condescend to draw a few drawings, which was already a great honor for him. But they actually wanted to use his paintings for commercial purposes?
I thought he founded the weaving and dyeing workshop with the intention of improving the status of women, but I didn't expect that he still couldn't change his business habits.
How dare this Tongziji brand mosquito coil despise him for being full of the smell of money?
Tsk~ He smells so good.
Is it because the treatment he gave was too good that made this guy feel proud?
That won’t do. He has to be beaten and make sure he knows who is the big king and who is the small king.
"Xiao Jiang, are Lord Qingbai's books good? Can you finish all the books you bought? Have you ever savored them secretly in the dead of night?"
Jiang Mingyue's pupils trembled. Oh no, he was discovered reading pornographic books!
What should he do? His image was already in jeopardy. If this got out, and word of mouth spread, would people say that Jiang Mingyue was studying coloring books in preparation for painting erotica?
It’s over, it’s over, how did it get exposed?
It must be that brat Abin. Someone saw him buying books. He is really a good talker and a slacker. I will deduct his monthly salary when I get back!
Han Zeyu's original intention was to PUA Jiang Mingyue. As a fan of Mr. Qingbai's books, it would be better for him to be more proactive and self-aware.
I would like to extend an olive branch to you and allow you to participate in the production. This is a rare opportunity and should not be missed.
But to Jiang Mingyue, these words were naked threats. If she dared not to obey, she would spread the news.
Jiang Mingyue took several deep breaths, and finally picked up the paintbrush and drew a mark of humiliation on the back of the paper card.
What the hell is this? Could it be ancient cipher?
Wait, why does this handwriting with a faint golden glow look so familiar?
When I took a closer look, I saw the seal of "Mr. Erqi" on the signature.
"Is this, is this Mr. Erqi's calligraphy?
Han Zeyu looked down on people with pride. It was written by her husband. Are you jealous? You single dog!
Jiang Mingyue sat upright and suddenly forgot what humiliation was.
It is truly a great honor for him to have his paintings appear on the same piece of paper as Mr. Erqi's calligraphy.
"Boss Han, can you spare me one? I don't want it for free. I'll pay for it."
"No!" Han Zeyu refused decisively without any hesitation.
They say art and sports are inseparable, but don't they know how expensive it is to be an artist? No matter how much money these people have, it's not enough for them.
If Jiang Mingyue wasn't short of money, why would she choose to work as a painter in his workshop? It was because of the good salary and conditions he offered.
Why are you pretending to be rich? If you despise him for being so money-minded, this businessman will show you what it means to be rich but not corrupt!
Su Shien, worthy of being the one who knew Han Zeyu best, listened to his impassioned description and immediately grasped the key point: "How could a wealthy young man from a prominent family be so despised by a foreign merchant? It's all because of his lack of money that he got into trouble."
Han Zeyu was shocked. What kind of gossip-mongering thing was this? A walking headline-grabbing, marketing-focused account.
Su Shien remained silent. Although he didn't understand what was said, he felt that it didn't sound like a good word, nor did it sound like a compliment to him.
Smart people are never embarrassed because they will take the initiative to change the subject before the other person says something more embarrassing.
For example, right now: "What does this QBL mean? Lord Qingbai? Qianlai Villa? It seems that no combination is right."
Han Zeyu's attention was successfully diverted. He pointed at the logo Jiang Mingyue had designed for him and said proudly, "QBL means money comes for free."
Su Shien was stunned for a moment, and then remained speechless. The silver and money were blown away by the wind for no reason. Is this what he meant?
Good man, you have simply engraved "getting something for nothing" on your forehead. You have a nice idea in your mind, and you are really taking advantage of others' ignorance of the business and doing whatever you want.
When Yuger taught everyone Arabic numerals, he also taught pinyin. However, learning pinyin was a bit difficult, so everyone gave up on their own initiative.
Su Shi'en rarely didn't know any characters, so he didn't need to do that. In the end, Zhao Xun was the only one who mastered this skill.
Han Zeyu, who suffered personal attacks from her husband, murmured about the seven-year itch. Love had faded, dreams had become distant, and he was ultimately not worthy of her.
Su Shien couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him out of the house.
Han Zeyu scratched the wall, pretended to cry, and asked the heavens: "Can love really disappear?"
With a "whoosh", his answer was a feather duster flying out of the door.
Han Zeyu turned and ran, secretly cursing the man for being unromantic. What kind of skill is throwing a feather duster? If you have the guts, whip him, tie him up with a tie, or belt him...
Siha~Siha~The scene is too hot.
Forget it, the equipment is incomplete. I will go and customize a set for this bitch tomorrow. He is so thoughtful.
Speaking of private customization, he suddenly remembered several sets of silver jewelry he had customized in southern Yunnan some time ago.
Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I'll go get the things back. If the craftsmanship of that shop is good, I'll order a set of silver bells.
As for its usefulness! Hehehehe...it's indescribable.
This time, Han Zeyu did not wear women's clothes, but changed into a neat black suit.
When being checked at the city gate, he found that the Dianxi City checked the outgoing carriages very carefully.
Looking at the convoy that had just left the city, the sacks piled high on the carriages were all filled with grain.
Calculating the time, although the four seasons in southern Yunnan are like spring, there is also autumn harvest, but the time is about one month earlier than in other places in the north.
When the horse team passed by Han Zeyu, Han Zeyu took a deep breath. He was sure that the carts were loaded with the new grain of the season.
Are you so impatient to resell the crops that have just been harvested?
Therefore, we return to the old question: why is Prince Rui so short of money? What is he anxious to do to make money?
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