"Yes, cousin, the boss has not come up with new styles in the past two years. There are no new styles. The business in the lacquerware store has declined a lot. Some old customers have been snatched away from other lacquerware stores. We lacquerware workers are all worried about the boss." Ruan Dalang said, then looked at A Ming, smiled, and continued, "Before, I have seen A Ming's paintings and thought they were better than the styles in our lacquerware store. I just wanted A Ming to draw two pictures and send them to Manager Peng. If it can be used, the Peng family can't use A Ming's cousin's paintings in vain. They will give money as they did in the past."

When Xiao Ayun heard this, she asked curiously, "Big Cousin, how much is a piece of flowers?"

"This..." Ruan Dalang hesitated for a moment and said, "A more exquisite painting costs ten taels of silver, which is also the most expensive style price you buy in the lacquerware store."

If you don’t have a very exquisite painting, it’s not necessarily true.

But one thing he can be sure is that the lacquerware shop will never use other people's paintings in vain. No matter how they are, as long as they are taken by Manager Peng, they will pay money based on the good times they have drawn.

When the Peng family does business, they strive for conscience and never do anything to bully people. This is well-known in the entire Hangzhou city.

Xi Feng glanced at the Buddha and didn't hear them talking. Xi Ming, who was drawing with all his attention, suddenly smiled, "Even the miser uncle and cousin praised Xi Ming's paintings, they even thought about asking A Ming to paint and sell them in their tea shop, but my father didn't agree."

Because A Ming is weak, he rarely goes out. His fun is to practice calligraphy and painting, or play chess with his left hand... Therefore, A Ming's handwriting is very good, he also draws well, and he has a great style of a great man, and his chess skills are superb and well-versed.

Ruan Sanlang curled his lips and said, "Your uncle is a vampire. He used to suck your blood a lot. If A Ming painted it in his shop, the money sold would enter his pocket. A Ming couldn't get a single child, so he used his strength to do a labour."

Ruan Dalang also said a few umbrellas, indicating that Ruan Sanlang was right.

Xiao Ayun held the water and handed it to Ruan Sanlang, saying, "Third cousin, my prince is not that stupid. I will be ordered by my uncle in vain. My prince has said a long time ago that if I don't paint for my uncle, even if my father agrees, my prince will not agree. If my uncle dares to force my prince, my prince will pretend to be sick and ignore his uncle."

Ruan Sanlang took the water, took a few sips, and said, "Aming is right. This is what you should deal with your uncle's family of blood-sucking insects."

Hand the water cup to Ayun.

Ayun took it and put it back on the table and said, "Now my uncle has been arrested, they will never dare to bully our family again."

Ruan Sanlang immediately said gloatingly, "I deserve it."

Ruan Dalang frowned and said, "It's just that we have pity for the fifth young master of our boss, who suffered a vain disaster."

"I heard that the fifth young master has woken up, but he just hit his head, as if he was already..."

"Erlang, don't talk nonsense." Ruan Dalang suddenly scolded and glared at Ruan Erlang fiercely. Ruan Erlang immediately pursed his lips and dared not say anything.
Chapter completed!