After Li Shimin finished, Cheng Yaojin said,""Young man, it's normal to have a temper. I hate people without a temper the most!”
Li Shimin was speechless. Who was the one who said those old calligraphers had bad tempers?
" This..." Before Li Shimin could finish, a shout came from the other side,"
"Li Er!"
Li Shiming's face changed." Cheng Yaojin!" he said hurriedly." Long story short, I'm Li Er and you're Cheng Wu. Do you understand?!"”
"Understand?" Cheng Yaojin was dumbfounded.
Fang Yang found Li Shi Min and sat down,""You really screwed me over last night!"
Fang Yang picked up a chicken drumstick from the jar on the table and tore it into pieces.
"Those good poems and sentences of mine are all meant to be sold for money. I wrote six of them last night, and I don't feel good anymore! We've lost more than 1000 strings!"
"You can't say that." Li Er smiled.”
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Li Er: " You wrote six poems. In the short term, it's a loss. You didn't sell any of them for money. But in the long run, you've already become famous on this street. At the very least, your business will definitely increase.”
"Bullsh * t!"
Cheng Wu's eyes widened. This kid in front of him actually dared to say such an inelegant word to the Emperor?
When I, Old Cheng, curse, I always use the word 'butt' instead.
"As the saying goes, wine is not afraid of the depths of the alley!”
"My calligraphy is good and my poems are good. Naturally, I will spread my reputation among those who know poetry. When the time comes, there will naturally be people coming to do business.”
"What's the point of having six poems written on the wall? Even if they knew poetry, how many of them would know the value of this word and come to me to buy poetry?”
"If I had heard the price of a calligraphy, I would have been scared away long ago!”
Cheng Wu was surprised. What kind of price could scare people away?
"I am Cheng Wu, a merchant.”
"Merchant?" Fang Yang was suspicious. Although you are quite thin, I think you are a…fighter.”
Li Erpu laughed." Haha, Xiao Fang, you misunderstood. He is indeed a businessman."”
Fang Yang: " That's strange. Merchants usually say that I'm Cheng Wu, a traveling merchant or a resident merchant. Who said I'm a merchant?"
Cheng Wu was stunned." I used to be a fighter, but I changed my profession."”
" You see how amazing I am?" Fang Yang suddenly realized." I deduced that Cheng Wu is a businessman."”
Cheng Wu chuckled." I wonder how much a copy of your calligraphy costs. It's so expensive that it scares away people who ask for it."”
Fang Yang: " Well said, well said. Write a small letter, fifty strings, and a big letter, a hundred strings. Ask me to write a poem and two hundred strings."”
"Two hundred strings?" Cheng Wu gasped. He could buy any courtyard in Chang 'an City that was not owned by a dignitary.”
"Even the houses of high officials and nobles are only worth a thousand to two thousand strings. Can this piece of calligraphy of yours be worth three buildings?”
"Ask Li Er, he bought it before."”
Cheng Wu looked back at Li Shimin and thought,"
Originally, it was just an excuse to find a teacher for Cheng Chusi to build a good relationship with this young man whom Li Shimin had taken a fancy to…
I didn't expect the cultural industry to be such a lucrative industry! He really couldn't miss this.
Cheng Wu cupped his hands." To be honest, Li Er mentioned that your calligraphy is very good, but he didn't mention the price."”
"I came today to ask Boss Fang if he could teach my son calligraphy.”
Fang Yang frowned,'Opening classes to accept disciples, the education industry is quite profitable.'
However, I'm waiting for the system to activate and become a high official.
"This won't do."
Cheng Wu raised his eyebrows.”
Fang Yang looked at him in disdain. Everyone could succeed in calligraphy? Then it wouldn't be called calligraphy.
This thing depended on talent. Some people were already good at calligraphy when they were young.
Some people practiced their whole lives but their handwriting was mediocre, such as Li Er.
"I'm not afraid of that. I just don't have the time.”
How could Cheng Wu give up so easily?
Although Cheng Wu knew that his son probably wouldn't be able to become a calligrapher, he was still a disciple of a famous calligrapher.
In the future, when he went out, he could also use the tiger skin to pull the flag, right?
"Little Fang, with your talent, knowledge, and ability, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't establish a sect and spread it? That's the regret of the world!"
"Besides, it's very difficult to sell calligraphy alone. There are many small matters to deal with.”
"Taking in more disciples is also a good thing. At least there are people to do odd jobs.”
Cheng Yaojin was proficient in making friends. The first thing he did was praise.
Praise to death!
Then, he would talk about the benefits.
It was safe.
Fang Yang thought about it. That was true. If he could collect some money from the disciples, it would be perfect.
Cheng Yaojin took out his third magic treasure, Generous.
"Shopkeeper, come and serve a table of wine and dishes to my friend.”
"By the way, this lady is also with Little Fang, right?”
Although this kind of restaurant had a separate dining system, it already had the embryonic form of a joint dining system.
A long table was for two people.
They sat opposite each other.
Fang Yang thought for a moment." Miss Mu Yun, it's almost noon. Why don't we have lunch together?"”
The boss agreed very quickly, and a table of food and wine was soon served.
The boss looked at Mu Yun as he served the dishes and felt strange." Isn't this the top courtesan of Joy Red Court, Miss Yun Yun? Why are you here for dinner?
After the boss left, Fang Yang looked at her with disdain." Miss Mu Yun, look at that boss just now. He was staring at you. He's obviously an old pervert. Let's stay away from him."”
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To be honest, I always encounter a situation where the author is crazy and no one is responding.
However, after the eunuch, dozens of comments jumped out and said," Eunuch? Unfortunately, it was written very well.
The eunuchs would throw you flowers, tickets, and monthly votes.
What I want to say is, why is this necessary? The author wanted the readers to give him some free flowers to increase his confidence in writing.
If they were unwilling, would the author believe that the readers would pay for the future?
One was free flowers, and the other was paid for.
It was easy to get an answer from this comparison, right?
However, most readers were simply too lazy to vote and were unwilling to move their fingers.
After that, he typed a few hundred times to persuade her to stay.
Perhaps many people had the mentality of making amends. In fact, they were not making amends. They were venting their unwillingness. Why did they suddenly stop writing such a good story?
Why did he stop writing? Because there were no flowers! Was there still a need to say this?
Many readers came from other websites and were not too clear about Feilu's rules, so they equated flowers with recommendation votes.
Actually, that's not the case. For example, a recommendation ticket's effect is 0.1, and a flower's effect is 100.
Therefore, when everyone saw a book that they liked, not only mine, but also other people's books, they would throw flowers crazily.
The more flowers there were, the more updates there would be.
Believe me, an author who can't see the future won't be stupid enough to update 579 chapters a day.
The author could see the future. So what if he wrote 10,000, 20,000, or 30,000 words a day?
Power! Every flower could motivate the author to write ten words. If a group of readers gave the author ten thousand flowers, the author could write more than ten or even dozens of times a day.
Therefore, when the author threatened or begged for no flowers, it was already too late to submit.
Because the author had already developed the idea of hating this book.
Before that, if I like this book, please send me flowers to let me know that someone is reading it.
Thank you.
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