Chapter 251 Recruitment
In the third level of the Chosen One, beauties draw items from the treasure chest and take them out to attract customers. Only one hundred of the items can be sold. The three who raise the most money will be elected as Lady Guanyin.
Tsk tsk, Tu Mi felt that her prince was bound to lose.
This third level is about connections.
Although her prince had been in Jiangcheng for several months, he didn't recognize many people.
I don’t know if it’s too late to make friends with some aristocratic families from now on.
"Tu Mi, ever since your prince overthrew the Guanyin Tower, all the noble families in Nanchu have wanted to be my enemy, but they dare not speak out." Zhu Huaizhen patted Tu Mi's shoulder and sighed helplessly.
Zhu Huaizhen was afraid that Tu Mi would hold several banquets and disturb her happiness.
"Your Highness, you don't want to lose, do you?" Tu Mi asked in a low voice.
"Tu Mi, it doesn't matter whether we win or lose this time." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
"Your Highness, what was the point of you participating in the Chosen One in the first place?" Tu Mi rubbed his forehead.
Her Highness, this isn't all for fun, is it?
Then she has been worrying for nothing all these days.
"Tu Mi, if I hadn't signed up to participate, how could you have found out the real purpose of Emperor Chu Ming holding the Heavenly Selection." Zhu Huaizhen held up his rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, his eyes moving.
The first level of the chosen one, talent show, can be mastered quickly.
The Empress of Emperor Chu Ming was the legitimate daughter of the Zheng family of Nanyang. She was proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea. She could train any woman who wanted to win, and she would earn a lot of money.
The second level of the Chosen One is drawing, and the painter is the key.
Zhu Huaizhen guessed that Emperor Ming of Chu must have acquiesced and he could just take a cut from the painter's bribes.
The Chosen One strictly forbids painters from depicting beauties as ugly, but does not forbid them from depicting even a moderately beautiful woman as a perfect beauty. Naturally, while some beauties are unsuitable for painting, only a masterful artist can capture the full beauty of a woman on rice paper. Everyone understands this principle, and therefore doesn't overly criticize the painter.
Coincidentally, Emperor Chu Ming did not hire a master-level painter this time in order to save money.
As for the third level of the Chosen One, if you have connections and are willing to spend money, you will definitely be able to select items that are easy to sell.
These items are easy to sell because they offer good value for money. The more luxurious they are, the better their chances of success.
Zhu Huaizhen had no intention of becoming Lady Guanyin, so she didn't care whether the item she drew was good or bad.
"However, Tu Mi, you still have to help me arrange it to show that I still value this grand event of Tianxuan." Zhu Huaizhen deliberately rolled up his tongue and gently shook Tu Mi's arm, with a strong sense of coquettishness.
"Your Highness, what are you preparing for?" Tu Mi sighed.
"Gem." Zhu Huaizhen smiled, his grape eyes clear and bright.
After saying that, Tu Mi thought for a moment and couldn't help pinching Zhu Huaizhen's little face.
Her Highness is really good at being clever.
The third level of the Chosen One only says that you have drawn an item, but it does not emphasize that the item cannot be processed.
Therefore, her Highness wanted to decorate items with gems. No matter if it was junk or not, as long as there were gems on it, it was a treasure.
So, her Highness reclined on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, waving a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it up and down like a Persian cat, listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
And she went out quietly to buy gems.
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