"I want to go but I still linger, looking at each other. Is it possible to meet each other early without saying a word? The spring rain is coming, and Wushan is covered with clouds when I go to sleep. My husband is sitting in the yellow hall, and my daughter is standing at the embroidered window. I blame her for the flowers and birds embroidered on her skirt.
Both..."
Yuan Kewen sang Kun Opera and walked gracefully in front of Zhou Hexuan. He flicked his fragrant sleeves and called out in a sweet voice: "Oh, who is this handsome man? It really makes my heart beat.
The child is going crazy!"
Zhou Hexuan sweated violently and had goosebumps all over his body. He cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Hanyun, I'm taking the liberty of visiting you this weekend. I'd like to invite Haihan."
Yuan Kewen rolled up his long sleeves, regained his manly voice and asked, "Can you sing Kun Opera? Sing with me twice."
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "I don't know Kun Opera, I am tone-deaf."
"Disappointment!"
Yuan Kewen sat down with his legs crossed, leaning on the sofa, drinking tea and saying: "You two, sit down and tell me what you have to say, don't beat around the bush."
"Nowadays, the number of refugees in Tianjin is increasing day by day, and the government and charity groups are standing idly by. I want to organize a disaster relief activity, and I hope the Youth Gang can help." Zhou Hexuan explained his purpose.
Yuan Kewen laughed loudly: "Disaster relief? I have to find others to provide disaster relief. You have come to the wrong place."
Yuan Kewen didn't lie. He was really poor. All the money Yuan Shikai left for him had long been spent. This guy likes to sing. He often sets up a stage at his own expense for the audience to enjoy. Not only does he not charge a penny, but he also pays for every "solo concert" he holds.
The compensation was a few thousand taels. Once he went to Shanghai to play and spent 600,000 yuan in one trip. He was called a money-splitting boy.
Zhou Hexuan thought that Yuan Kewen wanted to reap benefits, so he immediately said: "Mr. Hanyun can take a small kick back from the donations."
"fart!"
Yuan Kewen was furious: "Am I the kind of person who is greedy for money? I swallowed a few donations, but my hands were dirty for nothing!"
"Brother Yuan, calm down," Zhang Xunzhi quickly tried to smooth things over, "Mr. Zhou doesn't know that Brother Yuan is innocent. He made a mistake."
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you," Yuan Kewen asked jokingly, "Mr. Zhou, if you don't work as a friend of women in Shanghai, why don't you go back to Tianjin to do disaster relief? It's a thankless effort."
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "How does Mr. Hanyun know my name?"
"I just came back from Shanghai and bought dozens of new sets of underwear," Yuan Kewen said and suddenly shouted, "Yue'er, come here quickly!"
Soon a teenage girl trotted into the room, lowered her eyebrows and said: "Master."
Yuan Kewen smiled and said to Zhou Hexuan: "All the women in my house are wearing underwear designed by you." He then said to the girl, "Take off your coat!"
"Take off... here?" The girl was frightened and shy.
"Take off your clothes if you are told. Take off your underwear!" Yuan Kewen urged impatiently.
The girl was ashamed, scared and humiliated. With tears in her eyes, she took off her top, and she was indeed wearing a bra underneath.
Yuan Kewen said with a smile: "Brother Zhou is really a genius. He was able to design such a masterpiece, which is both convenient and beautiful. It is actually the first invention of the Republic of China."
Zhou Hexuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and advised: "Brother Yuan, let this girl go down first."
"Haha, it seems that Mr. Zhou is also a person who cherishes flowers. We can communicate more in the future." Yuan Kewen waved the girl to retreat.
Zhou Hexuan followed his lead and said, "My daughter's home is made of water, so of course she should be cherished."
Yuan Kewen's mind wandered and he suddenly asked: "I heard that Mr. Zhou likes to find people to ask for words. Why don't you come to me to write a few paintings? Do you look down on me, Mr. Yuan?"
"Where is it? I'm asking for Brother Yuan's calligraphy." Zhou Hexuan couldn't keep up with the rhythm.
Yuan Kewen was immediately overjoyed and clapped his hands and said: "That's easy to say! I wrote down the real price, the lowest one is ten yuan a pair, and the highest one is at least three thousand. How much do you want? I can wholesale in large quantities, but I will never bargain or accept credit.
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Zhou Hexuan said speechlessly: "Then let's take a few pictures."
"Serve with pen and ink!" Yuan Kewen shouted.
Puyi made a living by selling antiques, and Yuan Kewen made a living by selling calligraphy. This time he went to Shanghai and spent all his money, so he had to sell calligraphy to raise travel expenses. He specialized in writing those messy couplets, which cost ten yuan, eight yuan a pair, and a lot of
Wholesale, if you want to buy it, hurry up, and you can actually collect thousands of dollars.
Historically, Yuan Kewen ran out of money again this winter.
What do you think he did?
They directly posted an advertisement for sale in "Beiyang Pictorial" with the following content: continuous screen, straight format, banner, full paper is 2 yuan per square foot, half paper is 1 yuan per square foot. Folding fans are 6 yuan per piece, if it is too large or too small, it will be discussed separately.
The above are all based on running script, seal script is doubled, regular script is added by half, and the order is different. First polish and then write (pay first and then pick up the goods), relatives and friends are reduced by half, and the ink grinding fee is added by 10%.
The servant quickly brought a pen and paper, and Yuan Kewen spread the paper on the floor. He got down on the spot and wrote quickly. In less than a moment, he wrote three pages.
"I'll give you a 20% discount and Chenghui 500 yuan. Please give me the money quickly." Yuan Kewen threw away the brush and spread his hands calmly and said.
Zhou Hexuan had no choice but to take out his checkbook. When writing down the numbers, he always felt that he had been cheated. He came to Yuan Kewen to help with disaster relief, so why was he forced to buy the money?
But to be honest, Yuan Kewen's calligraphy is very good, and coupled with his identity, it is definitely worth the price.
After finishing writing, Yuan Kewen suddenly began to yawn, but he was addicted to opium. He asked the servant to prepare a cigarette, and while smoking a big cigarette, he asked: "Mr. Zhou, how is my handwriting? Please comment on it."
Although Zhou Hexuan is not good at calligraphy, he still has the ability to appreciate calligraphy. He said bluntly: "He is handsome and handsome, and his writing is elegant and unrestrained, but the makeup is too heavy."
"Hahahaha! Cough cough cough..."
Yuan Kewen laughed so much that he coughed repeatedly, coughing out a lot of the opium smoke he had just inhaled. He said: "What you said is to my liking. This is the style of a celebrity."
Although Yuan Kewen did not have many concubines, there were countless women without status, at least seventy or eighty.
What did this person say?
He eats, drinks, whores, gambles and smokes, and has everything. He doesn't like money and power, he just likes women and having fun.
When Yuan Shikai proclaimed himself emperor, Yuan Kewen was the only member of the Yuan family who held objections. He did not dream of being an emperor, and often regarded himself as a celebrity and scholar, and loved to associate with scholars, a bit like Cao Zhi during the Three Kingdoms period.
However, Yuan Kewen acted absurdly. His status as a Youth Gang was bought with money, and the "big" seniority he bought directly was two generations higher than Du Yuesheng. However, his "big" seniority was not enough to convince the public, so
After opening Xiangtang in Tianjin, Yuan Kewen regarded himself as "Tong".
After smoking, Yuan Kewen was intoxicated for a moment, and then he told Zhou Hexuan interesting things about Shanghai. He even talked about "The Rise of the Great Powers" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and commented on the new poems written by Zhou Hexuan.
After chatting for two or three hours, Yuan Kewen yawned and said, "I'm going to bed, you guys go back first."
Zhou Hexuan asked: "Disaster relief?"
Yuan Kewen said impatiently: "What nonsense, just go back and wait for my news."
"Thank you!" Zhou Hexuan said happily.
Yuan Kewen has a good heart. A few years ago, there was a great disaster in Chaoshan, which killed more than 100,000 people. He donated a fine rubbing of his jade edition "Lanting Tie" from the Xuanhe period, as well as a beloved folding fan, to the disaster relief, which shows that he is still