Tang Shijin said: "Although I am confident that I can sell it, I am afraid that it will take a long time. We can't stay in the store for a day and a half, so I simply bought it. Maybe the time can be shortened.
It also saves us waiting."
Zheng Qingyuan frowned, thinking that things were getting more and more mysterious...
Tang Shijin immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, Boss Zheng. After all, it's in your shop. When we get enough silver from the sale, we'll give you 50-50 after excluding the cost."
Zheng Qingyuan didn't say much, just drank tea and waited behind.
Then Tang Shijin didn't enter the counter this time and sat directly on the stool outside.
After a while, a scholar wearing a scholar's shirt and a boy came in while yawning. He bought a few pieces of rice paper and was about to go out when he suddenly tilted his head as if he heard something.
I saw the square inkstone.
Then the old scholar's eyes suddenly opened wide, he grabbed the inkstone and turned it over in his hand.
Tang Shijin didn't stop him and just let him watch. After a quarter of an hour, he said in a trembling voice: "Where did you get this inkstone?"
Tang Shijin said: "I just bought this."
The old scholar said: "How much did it cost? I'll buy it twice as much!"
Tang Shijin: "I won't sell it."
"Why don't you sell it?" the old scholar asked anxiously: "What do you want? I can buy it at a high price!"
She asked: "How much can you pay?"
The old scholar said: "Two hundred taels!"
Tang Shijin smiled: "Old sir, it's hard to buy your favorite things with money... Let's do this, five hundred taels, not even a penny less."
"Five hundred taels! Five hundred taels..." The old scholar pinched his beard and turned it around, then gritted his teeth: "Okay, just five hundred taels!"
He immediately asked the boy to go back and get the banknote.
Even Zheng Qingyuan was shocked.
He never expected that this old scholar, who was not very good-looking, would actually sell it for hundreds of taels of silver! He never expected that Tang Shijin would actually sell this inkstone?
When the boy came over with the banknotes, Zheng Qingyuan said, "Have you ever asked the old gentleman what his name is?"
The old scholar ignored him, but the boy said: "Our master's surname is Lian, and we are called Second Master Lian!"
What? Mr. Lian? Painting madman?
Zheng Qingyuan was really shocked this time.
Mr. Lian is famous for his talents, and there is no way he would help Tang Shijin put on a show, so her "financial fortune" is actually true??
At this moment, Tang Shijin was talking to Mr. Lian as if nothing had happened: "Mr. Lian, I sold you the inkstone, but you can tell me the advantages of this inkstone and give me some insights."
Mr. Lian took the inkstone and rubbed it as if he had found a treasure, and said with a smile: "It's okay to tell you, this is called a toad inkstone, and it is the treasure inkstone used by the painting saint Wu Daozi!!"
Tang Shijin was stunned: "Toad inkstone?"
She thought to herself that this was too unpleasant to hear, right?
Then Mr. Lian told her a story, saying that when Wu Daozi was young, he came to Kongtong Mountain to learn martial arts from Kongtong Taoist.
The Taoist led him to the screen wall, pointed to a toad stone as big as an ox trough, and asked him to grind the stone into ink and draw all things in the world on the wall. Then Wu Daozi painted for three years, and forced him to give the toad stone to the wall.
It was ground into a small toad inkstone. Kongtong Taoist gave him the toad inkstone, and he went down the mountain.
All kinds.
Tang Shijin said in surprise: "Then how did you know that this is a toad inkstone?"
Mr. Lian had an "ignorant common man" expression on his face, "When you hold this inkstone in your hand, you can faintly hear the sound of wooden fish, but you didn't hear it?"
Tang Shijin: "...??"
I really didn't hear it.
Don’t you scumbags deserve to hear it??
She watched silently as he walked away happily.
When he turned around, Zheng Qingyuan's expression could no longer suppress his excitement: "Tang Xiaoyou, since you have such ability, why do you have to... work so hard?"
Tang Shijin calmed down.
She said seriously: "Boss Zheng, have you ever heard of a saying? 'All gifts given by God have already been marked with a price in secret'?"
Zheng Qingyuan was stunned.
Tang Shijin looked serious: "I'm afraid that one day God will ask me to pay it back. So I never rely on these mysterious and mysterious things. I would rather rely on my own efforts and do business strictly."
Their eyes met, and Zheng Qingyuan was speechless for a long time.
It was only then that, as she said, he forgot about his age and identity, and began to look at this little girl squarely. He even had an inexplicable feeling of... looking up to her. After all, if he had such a mysterious and mysterious ability, he really didn't know that he was
Can you stay awake?
Then Tang Shijin gave him two hundred taels of silver notes, and then gave him another two hundred taels: "Boss Zheng, please help me donate these two hundred taels to the charity hall."
Zheng Qingyuan was even more shocked.
But at this moment, he firmly decided to do business with her.
No matter from which aspect, he will never let such a partner go!
Zheng Qingyuan's attitude instantly gained him a lot of respect. Then he sent someone to invite Mrs. Luo, and then asked his servant to invite Madam, and went to Sanchilou owned by Mrs. Zheng.
Zheng Qingyuan introduced to them: "My wife has a weird temper and loves cooking. Look at this Sanchilou, as well as the large food shop and pickle shop next to it. Most of them were figured out by her herself. I will take you to see them later."
If you recognize me, I can give you some to try."
When Zheng Qingyuan usually spoke, he always had the feeling that his smile didn't reach his eyes, but when he talked about his wife, he had a subtle sense of showing off his wife, which actually made Tang Shijin's favorability increase a bit.
She glanced at the nearby shops and was thinking about it in her mind.
For her, paper kites and schoolbags are all about making quick money and a way to accumulate costs in the early stage. But what happens after that? What should she choose as a staged career?
Her wealth and space are considered golden fingers.
She has never relied on a golden finger, but she will never beg for food with a golden finger, so how should she use it to use Lingquan safely?
She had two initial ideas, one was to grow medicinal materials, and the other was to make seasonings.
These two are the least likely to be exposed. When she is powerless, they are a good way to do it.
Wait until she goes back to check on the planting situation and make careful plans.
The three of them entered the private room on the second floor. After a while, someone walked around the screen and came in.
Zheng Qingyuan stood up with a smile and said: "Madam, let me introduce you to you. This is Boss Luo of the clothing store. This is the Tang Xiaoyou I mentioned to you."
Mrs. Zheng's life is small and graceful, and she is blessed with a gift: "Mrs. Luo, Miss Tang."
Zheng Qingyuan smiled and said: "My wife's restaurant has pretty good food. You two should try it."
Tang Shijin and both of them smiled.
The first thing that came up was a baguette chicken, which is a dish filled with seafood in the chicken belly. The meat is cooked to a crispy texture. When it is served at one end, you can scratch it with chopsticks to reveal the filling. The meat is fresh and tender, fat but not greasy.
Tang Shijin was full of praise for the food.
She is a foodie to begin with, so she served several dishes one after another, all of which were cooked with full heat and unique characteristics.
Tang Shi Jinshang praised and praised Rainbow Fart so sincerely that Mrs. Zheng couldn't help but smile.
Then Tang Shijin pointed and said: "Boss Zheng, please forgive my shamelessness, can you make this sugar-sauce chicken nuggets and steamed balls for me again, and I can take them back to my brother-in-law to try?"
Zheng Qingyuan smiled and said: "Of course you can!"
Then Mrs. Zheng called the waiter in and gave instructions.
Zheng Qingyuan called his wife here as a sign of intimacy.
And she asked for food without anyone else, and then mentioned her younger brother, the same thing happened.
The two chatted happily.
After dinner, Zheng Qingyuan drew up the deed in person, asking for two thousand for the first type, one thousand six for the second type, a full three thousand, and then generously agreed to deliver the goods within a month.
Madam Luo was illiterate, but Tang Shijin could read but not write. Then she read it again, made another change, and the three of them took their fingerprints.