Considering Situ Zhi's current mental state, Xiao Qingyin declined.
"I'm sorry, she's currently in seclusion and doesn't receive visitors."
The elderly person was slightly disappointed.
"It seems the time is not yet right."
After saying that, he asked about the price of the paintings.
The price of the painting was set by Situ Zhi herself.
She thought it unlikely that anyone would buy the work of an unknown artist like herself, so she set the price at five taels per piece.
When Xiao Qingyin told the old man the price, he shook his head.
"How can such a fine painting be sold so cheaply?"
He voluntarily raised the price to fifty taels per piece.
Xiao Qingyin: "..."
How come she's never met such a generous patron!
After selling the painting, she returned home with the silver notes and told Situ Zhi the good news.
Situ Zhi looked incredulous: "How could it have been sold so quickly, and for so much silver?"
After saying that, he looked at Xiao Qingyin with a suspicious gaze: "You didn't buy those paintings with your own money, did you?"
Xiao Qingyin chuckled, "Am I such a refined person? With this money, it would be better to buy meat. Why buy paintings? They take up space and are difficult to preserve."
Situ Zhi: "..."
The little devil inside me immediately went to hide in the corner.
Paintings are inedible and inedible; they are indeed very useless things.
“So don’t worry,” Xiao Qingyin said with a smile. “I wouldn’t buy your painting just to support you. That old man bought it because he genuinely likes your paintings.”
The gloom in Situ Zhi's heart immediately dissipated.
There is nothing more gratifying than having someone appreciate your work.
She looked at the silver notes again and again, then stuffed them into Xiao Qingyin's hand.
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