The poems alone can put all the courtesans in the city to sleep, which is very exciting just thinking about it.
But Chen Mu'er really has no such interest now. He has no shortage of women, and making money is the most important thing.
He immediately raised his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Huo, for reminding me."
"What are you talking about? Come to Huo Mansion to meet me for a drink on weekdays when you have nothing to do."
"Eh? Let me go, I still have to have a long talk with Chen Muzhu..."
After saying that, he grabbed Cang Jin with one hand and headed outside.
Since Chen Mu's name as King of Shuchuan became known to the world in Chang'an, the business of this bookstore has almost reached its peak.
Even those few old books that no one cares about are selling extremely well.
When I was settling the accounts at night, I heard the number reported by Zhang Bowen: "How much? Twenty thousand taels?"
"To be precise, it's more than eighteen thousand taels of silver."
Chen Mu had a look of joy on his face: "Bo Wen, we have made a fortune, twenty thousand taels, twenty thousand taels, we can't spend it all in a lifetime!"
"Yeah, it depends on what price Brother Chen can get for his wine and those poems and paintings. When we return to Ba County, the money will be used to expand our staff."
Chen Mu smiled and nodded.
After that, Zhang Bowen slowly came outside the yard: "Brother Chen, come out and take a look."
"What?"
Zhang Bowen pointed at a star in the distant sky that flickered on and off, and then let out a long sigh.
"The Emperor's star is dim. If we look at what I have learned, the current emperor is about to end his life!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Mu shuddered in fright: "Keep your voice down, you are just half-assed in divination, but you still decide life and death for others. Isn't that funny?"
Zhang Bo smiled warmly, but soon, the young Taoist priest, who looked at humans and animals harmlessly, suddenly said something earth-shattering.
"Brother Chen, do you want to rebel?"
"I'll hang you*"
The next moment, he pulled this person into the house.
"You fucking think I live too long, don't you?" Chen Mu scolded angrily.
"No matter from which aspect, this dynasty is about to be exhausted. Foreign races are looking around. If one day in the future, civil unrest and the royal power are overthrown, I don't believe it. Brother Chen doesn't want to become a new leader in the troubled times in the future.
The sword bearer."
Chen Mu looked outside carefully and saw that no one was there, and then he really started to have a heart-to-heart relationship with Zhang Bowen.
"What you said is just a hypothesis. Besides, after I sent the painting, the current emperor still hasn't given me half of the power. Even if Long Xia really reaches that point in the future, why should I compete with various warlords? Just with one person.
Chuanmen?"
Zhang Bowen smiled and said: "Now there is an opportunity for Brother Chen to get a bargaining chip to compete with the world when the storm comes."
Once you get involved in power, you can't stop it. When you build a bookstore, you want to make more money. When you build a Sichuan Gate, you want to have more territory and manpower.
Chen Mu dared to think about the lofty throne. He had read so much troubled history in his previous life. Why didn't he want to learn from Zhu Yuanzhang and become the person who controlled the world step by step?
"I expect that the Tubo people will invade Longxia soon, and the Yizhou pastoralists will definitely join the Tubo people. This matter is like taking chestnuts from the fire. If Brother Chen can kill this person when he rebels, then you will
Become the ruler of the entire Yizhou."
"Let's not talk about Yizhou Mu's tens of thousands of soldiers. Even if I kill them, I am not allowed to reuse them. Is it possible for the emperor to give me the power of Yizhou?"
Zhang Bowen smiled faintly: "At this time, Brother Chen led the troops to fight back the Tubo invaders in Longxia when the country was in crisis. With such great military exploits, the emperor of the current dynasty had no choice but to make him the king. After all, you made the king of Shu
Sichuan has won the hearts of the Shu people. No one else can hold this position, so I can only give it to you."
After listening to these last words, I couldn't help but admire Zhang Bowen's analytical ability. The method is feasible, but there are too many variables in each step, and each step affects the final result of the matter.
"How can you be sure that the Tibetans will invade the border and that the Yizhou pastoralists will definitely collaborate with the enemy?"
Zhang Bowen slowly picked up a cup of tea: "The general trend of the world is in my eyes. If I say they can do it, they will do it."
The second day.
The business of the bookstore was so good that Chen Mu asked Zhang Bowen to take a boat back to Bajun and start transporting the goods there.
Ten thousand copies of "In the Snow" have been sold out, and the bookstore's business has also slowed down at the moment. Those who come occasionally are just people who want to meet Chen Mu, not people who want to buy books.
It has to be said that during this period, many prostitutes did come to the shop to look for Chen Mu. Of course, in order to cause unnecessary commotion, Chen Mu rarely went to the shop. Even if he did, he would dress slovenly to avoid being recognized.
In order to continue to gain popularity in Chang'an, on this day, Chen Mu finally displayed the paintings he had brought.
In addition to the emperor's Jialing painting, there are twenty other paintings. These twenty paintings were prepared as early as in Bajun. They are not as good as the Jialing painting, but they are definitely among the best.
This was a batch of worthless luxuries. In order to increase the value of this painting, Chen Mu spent a lot of money to buy golden nanmu and make twenty boxes.
It can be seen that the cost of this box alone is about ten gold.
Kawako took out a painting, opened it, and was immediately amazed by the contents.
The content of the painting is still created using Chen Mu's unique sketching method. Although it is only black and white, Kawako can see a touch of autumn loneliness in the painting.
But I saw a muddy road in the painting, a man was about to leave with a farewell look on his face, and behind the man lay a woman in a long skirt, but she looked reluctant to leave, with two lines of clear tears clearly visible, begging hard to stay, but
The man finally left.
What's more, there is a piece of paper written in the blank space of the painting, which makes the woman moved.
lovesickness words
When will we know each other when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing at this time and night.
Enter my lovesickness door and know that my lovesickness is painful.
Long lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but short lovesickness brings endless longing.
If I had known that it would be so disturbing to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place?
"This word and this painting are enough to move all women. With the young master's current reputation, he will be able to sell it for a high price. I don't know how much it will cost?"
Chen Mu smiled: "If you don't want to sell it, auction it, and the one with the highest price will get it."
Kawako thought for a moment and nodded: "Good attention."
"But by the way, Kawako, you have only been in Chang'an for a few months, how come you... know so much about the poetry culture of the Central Plains?"
Kawako pursed his lips and smiled: "Kawako's parents are also from the Central Plains, so... I have been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since I was a child. As for the literary talent, Kawako is no worse than some ordinary talents."
Chen Mu nodded: "Oh, so that's it."
That afternoon, Chen Mu hung four of the paintings in a display cabinet outside the door.
Nowadays, outside the three-to-five-hour shop, many wealthy brothels have sent people to stay here, just to see if they can catch Chen Mu coming to the bookstore in person.
There was no need to deliberately create publicity at all. As soon as this painting was hung up, it instantly attracted the attention of the literati and brothel prostitutes.