The two walked side by side for a while under the setting sun, and then Young Master Zhao put away the slight regret in his heart and asked, "You played the flute and asked me to go upstairs. Is there something going on?"

"I didn't want to say it, so as not to disturb the young master's interest." Qi Jingyun nodded slightly and said, "Since the young master asked, Jingyun will speak boldly."

As she spoke, she pointed to the landscape painting in front of her and said, "Sir, don't you think there's something missing here?"

"What?" Zhao Hao asked back.

"Fame." Qi Jingyun didn't want to keep the secret and said honestly, "The Confucius Temple on the Qinhuai River, the old Dean Banqiao in the song, why is it better than the Jiangnan area and the best in the country, attracting countless princes and nobles to flock to it and spend money like water? It's because it's too famous."

"Nowadays, the environment of our Xiaocangshan is actually much better than the cramped Quzhongjiuyuan, but it is not well-known, and only the people of Jinling know about it." She pointed in front of her and said, "This makes the first choice for them to visit the Qinhuai River. Especially the top-level guests, they would rather eat at Weijixian and then take a boat back to Banqiao. This is a fatal blow to our reputation."

"Yeah, that makes sense. If we can't compete with Qinhuai River, we will always be second-rate." Zhao Hao nodded in approval, and he looked at Qi Jingyun with more and more respect. He didn't appreciate her beauty, but her talent for commercial real estate. She could actually master the principles of the top business district without any guidance... Do you believe it?

It seems that those who can become the oiran really have to be very talented. Otherwise, why not just poach them all.

"So how do you plan to boost your reputation?" Young Master Zhao asked with a lustful look... oh no, a smile.

"I have thought hard for a long time. Although Qinhuai River has countless advantages, the most attractive thing is the ladies, and the representative of them is the oiran." Qi Jingyun gently lifted her hair and spoke with shining eyes. "If we can also select an oiran, it will definitely increase our reputation."

People are indeed path-dependent, just like Mr. Zhao always wants to drive a car... cross it out, change it to starting a company. Qi Jingyun also always wants to replicate his own path to success.

"Yeah, big, very big." Zhao Hao nodded absentmindedly. In fact, he was not a pervert, and he could be said to be very restrained, otherwise he would not be a virgin in the sociological sense until now. But if he could remain pure and unselfish in front of the most beautiful woman in the world, then he had to learn from Li Zhi or Xu Wei.

Besides, Qi Jingyun dressed like this today just for him.

A waist belt is also called a waist clip or a bra. It can be worn outside or inside. Qi Jingyun's waist belt, which is worn outside, is particularly slimming, highlighting her slender waist and amazing curves... It can be regarded as a professional skirt of the Ming Dynasty.

"I wonder what you think, sir?" Qi Jingyun's mouth curled up slightly, and he turned his head away shyly.

"Beautiful, really beautiful..." Zhao Hao felt so embarrassed. He was going to do great things, so he bit off his tongue and came back to his senses. "I mean, it's a beautiful idea, but there are many problems to realize it. First of all, how can we avoid being seen as aping others when others have done so well? If we can't avoid that, I think it will backfire."

He was already a genuine Ming Dynasty man, so he naturally knew that the discourse power of scholars in this era was a hundred times stronger than that of four hundred years later. Therefore, the aesthetics and customs of society were all based on the channel of scholars.

Scholars in the Ming Dynasty valued novelty and elegance, and despised gaudy and vulgarity, so the society also valued novelty and elegance. Therefore, the selection of the oiran at Furong Pond had to be both original and different from that at Qinhuai River, and elegant in style to impress scholars.

Therefore, the swimsuit beauty pageant, which Mr. Zhao is best at, cannot be recommended to Director Qi.

But actually there is no difference. It's just that people from Hangzhou and Kang are more direct, while people from the Ming Dynasty prefer to be more subtle. They are all equally lustful.

Therefore, it will not be able to attract the most beautiful and attractive women to participate, just like the Miss Hong Kong beauty pageant in the new century, which will fail.

"It has to be beautiful, elegant, and fresh, so that it can become a hit." Mr. Zhao concluded: "Can you do it? If you can, I will support you."

"Sir, you really hit the nail on the head." Qi Jingyun offered his heartfelt and warm admiration at the right time: "It took me several months to figure out something, but I didn't expect you to figure it out so quickly."

“It’s not that quick for me. It took me a long time to come up with this idea.” Zhao Hao said modestly. He thought to himself, I grew up watching Ada Choi, Michelle Reis, Felix Chan, Anita Yuen, Ada Choi, and Kenix Kwok participate in beauty pageants, and I have already thought about it countless times.

After he finished speaking, he realized that this didn't mean that he was not a good student at such a young age. He coughed and quickly raised his voice:

"It is of great significance to run Xiaocangshan well, otherwise I would not have the audacity to ask you to be the director."

He stopped and asked, "Tell me, what are you going to do?"

"First of all, we have to show our differences everywhere. For example, the selection of the courtesan is once a year, but we have one every three years. This makes it seem more serious than the old courtyard in Quzhong." Qi Jingyun said:

"The National Talent Selection Ceremony is also held every three years. We also hold one every three years, so naturally it will be regarded as the imperial examination for female historians. As for the time, it is set after the announcement of the results of the Autumn Examination every year... At this time, talented people from all over the south and north of the Yangtze River gather in Jinling, and everyone's focus is on the Laurel List. We call this 'Look at the Laurel List before the Flower List', which can perfectly take over the focus and transfer everyone's enthusiasm to the Hibiscus Pond."

"What a great saying, 'After reading the Guibang, read the Huabang'," Zhao Hao's heart was pounding, and he gave a thumbs up and said, "I can't wait to take a look!"

"Sir, as the landlord, of course I can't be absent..." Qi Jingyun smiled sweetly from head to toe as if he had eaten honey, "Otherwise I won't agree."

"Okay, no problem." Young Master Zhao nodded hurriedly. He thought that this was a normal business activity, and Lianli Company should have no objection, right? "But why not do it earlier? Many failed scholars have gone home."

"Don't worry, sir." Qi Jingyun knew much more about this than he did. He smiled and said, "Those who go home are poor scholars, and they are not our target. In fact, most of the men are rich. How can they study with peace of mind without money? After failing the exam, they have to drink to drown their sorrows, seek comfort, and make themselves happy again. Is there any place in the world more suitable than Jinling?"

"there is none left."

"So most of the men who failed the exam would stay in Jinling and become the main force in the entertainment field. On the contrary, before the results are announced, they are nervous and have too many thoughts to let go." Qi Jingyun suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Besides, before the results are announced, it is inevitable that they will be suspected of deliberately stealing the limelight and will be considered as having no sense of propriety."

"Well, you've considered it very carefully." Young Master Zhao nodded with a smile. He didn't expect her to be so politically sensitive. But it's normal. Jinling is Nanjing, and there is no shortage of officials. As the saying goes, "the closer you are to the ink, the more you know."

"Besides, the female historians would definitely welcome a three-year term. Because it is more stable. Although this profession is short-lived, it would be too short to become outdated in one year..." Qi Jingyun spoke again out of inspiration. Naturally, no one understood the female historians' thoughts better than her.

"A three-year tournament is definitely more attractive than a one-year one." Zhao Hao nodded and said, "Otherwise the World Cup wouldn't be so valuable."

"World Cup?" Qi Jingyun asked curiously, "Are you selecting the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"That's about right..." Zhao Hao thought to himself, they were all watching the game. "But there's only one courtesan a year, and there are too many people and too little porridge. If there's only one every three years, wouldn't it be even harder to get ahead?"

"Sir, you are really thoughtful," Qi Jingyun praised before saying, "I have also thought about this question. Why not just choose a few? Why can there only be one Qinhuai Oiran? Because the Oiran is the best among all flowers, so there can only be one."

"Yeah, you're going to get five winners and play finger-guessing games here?" Zhao Hao nodded with a smile.

"But since we want to distinguish them, we can't use the name 'Oiran'. Of course, we can choose more than one person." Qi Jingyun said with a smile: "For example, we can choose seven fairies. Even if we choose every three years, there will be many more places than before."

"Then they might as well be called the Twelve Beauties of Jinling." Young Master Zhao waved his hand and said, "There are twice as many as the Seven Fairies!"

"The Twelve Beauties of Jinling? What a good name!" Qi Jingyun's eyes lit up, and this time he praised sincerely: "I have tried my best but I could not think of a name that could surpass the Qinhuai Courtesan. When you casually say 'The Twelve Beauties of Jinling', the Qinhuai Courtesan seems small in scope. There is no better name than this!"

Seeing Qi Jingyun worshipping him like a little girl, Master Zhao became more and more elated, so he simply opened up and said:

"If there are many female historians who sign up, we can divide it into the main volume of the Twelve Golden Hairpins and the secondary volume of the Twelve Golden Hairpins. If there are more, we can add another secondary volume. In this way, there are actually 36 places." Zhao Hao smiled and said, "But we still say it is the Twelve Golden Hairpins, so that the title does not seem too common."

"Sir, you are really smart!" Qi Jingyun nodded excitedly and said, "At the moment, everyone is only concerned about the main volume of the Twelve Golden Hairpins. But what about the future? In the long three years, if their names can be included in the supplementary volume, or even in another supplementary volume, the ladies' lives will be much better."

"Yeah." Zhao Hao nodded. This was a simple truth. The one with the best business in the place was never the top performer, but the one who was one level lower than them and one level higher than other technicians... He had heard about it.

Besides, the ladies are not in the business of sex, they are talking about the fusion of soul and body. The rich men can only keep sending rockets, but the initiative of offline dating is completely in the hands of the other party, and there are many who can't touch their hands for several months.

It's not just the women who are looking for rich men, because men are cheap, and once they get into the brothel, they are completely worthless. If someone spends a lot of money on the Qinhuai River, it's a romantic affair that can be boasted about everywhere; if someone spends a lot of money in a brothel, he will only be laughed at for being stupid and rich...

So the ladies can only see two or three customers a day, and this phenomenon is even more obvious. In the absence of a clear price tag, a credible flower ranking is of course great.

But in this case, would it be considered as driving up the price? But for Xiaocangshan, the more expensive the better.

"After all, when will the first session be held?" he asked the most crucial question.

"The day after tomorrow." Qi Jingyun bowed to him and said, "Sir, we'll see you there."