Since new items go on sale every week.
Qin Shiqi and the others often co here, and of course, they make sure to bring Tang Nian’er along. Without her, given Qin Shiqi’s pocket money, she wouldn’t dare to casually make purchases here, while Tang Nian’er is always happy to foot the bill.
And it’s not expensive.
Every ti they co.
They’d spend tens of thousands, buying happiness, a great deal indeed.
Gradually,
These shop assistants and owners beca familiar with these ’big custors’, aware that they are wealthy. Even if it’s tens or hundreds of thousands, as long as they like sothing, they will buy it on the spot.
Thus,
The sellers enthusiastically push the products they think will suit them.
"I want this one."
"Jiaojiao, do you want this one? It looks pretty good."
"Sure."
"Also, get one for Xin sister as well, boss, these five."
"Alright, each for six hundred fifty RMB, I’ll round it to six hundred, just three thousand will do." The owner, grinning from ear to ear, quickly had it packaged, handing over the card without needing instructions from Tang Nian’er, following the bodyguard’s lead.
The owner received it with a chuckle.
Swipe the card.
With such custors, he truly hopes to encounter them every day — three thousand might not grant him a large profit, around four hundred only, but knowing the people before him are wealthy, he still doesn’t dare to overcharge.
Otherwise,
Forget about running a shop here.
...
While looking around,
Tang Qing nodded.
In comparison to other places with strong business vibes, this place seems ’pristine’, and the prices aren’t too outrageous. If one cares enough, it doesn’t take much money to buy so decent items.
Prices are clearly marked.
Very good.
He knows.
This isn’t because the rchants don’t want to, but because the amusent park has a strict system. Anything sold here must be genuine, high-quality items, for the reputation of the amusent park and for the benefit of consurs.
If anyone were allowed to sell counterfeit products or scam consurs on their turf,
The Tang Family wouldn’t be able to face the loss of reputation.
Cultural Amusent Park.
This has been the the established from the start; thus, items sold here must relate to Chinese history, culture, and arts. Otherwise, they are not permitted to be sold here.
Even if it’s selling balloons,
Or children’s toys,
It must sohow be related to Chinese Culture.
Otherwise,
Forbidden.
To accommodate Qin Shiqi and the others, Tang Qing was walking very slowly, he too wanted to buy sothing, but seed to find that there wasn’t anything he didn’t already own or were simply things he didn’t need.
Antiques.
He’s got mountains of them.
Calligraphy and paintings.
He paints better himself.
Embroideries.
They are too small, the longest only a few ters.
Musical instrunts.
Already fully stocked at ho.
Wood carvings.
He could make them kneel to beg him to be their master.
...
Tang Qing felt downcast.
Out the door,
He can’t even spend his money.
"Eh?"
Suddenly,
Tang Qing stopped in front of a shop.
’Wan’s Artistry’
The reason he stopped was not sothing else, but because several paintings here were painted using his brushwork. If anyone could learn and had the opportunity to learn, it could only be Yunxin’s family, who he once taught Lin Jiaxue to sketch.
Upon closer inspection.
Signature: Xin Hai.
Yunxin.
Yunhai.
Xin Hai?
Heh.
Tang Qing smiled slightly.
Previously, Yunxin’s father, Yunhai, recovered from an old injury and specifically ca to thank and requested to use his own techniques, Tang Qing agreed imdiately, and unexpectedly, he saw his paintings here.
Not bad.
Tang Qing nodded.
Yunhai definitely has talent; it’s estimated that before he recovered, by observing often, he had grasped so essence of this technique, and after his hand healed, his growth sped up significantly.
However.
Compared to Tang Qing.
Yunhai is just an ordinary person after all.
Brain.
Control.
Both are significantly different from Tang Qing, but since Tang Qing’s technique is comprehensive, even mastering a part of it allows one to paint well. He checked the price, only ten thousand RMB per piece.
A bit low.
"Boss, whose painting is this, why is it so expensive?"
At this mont.
An elderly man walked into the shop, scanned around, and his eyes settled on a few of Yunhai’s paintings.
"A friend’s, I’m helping him to sell," said the boss, who knew Yunhai and sympathized with his situation. He didn’t expect Yunhai, who had been out of touch for many years, to have recovered his hand.
And made a coback.
However.
Tis have changed.
Fa and ability are necessarily important.
But capital support is needed too. At the beginning of the month, Yunhai contacted him to ask for help to sell his paintings, and he agreed without a second word. Unfortunately, after so many days, only one piece had been sold.
There are still five pieces left in his hand.
Out of sympathy.
He hung Yunhai’s paintings in a more conspicuous place.
"Strange, very strange, this technique can totally be considered a new faction, but the artist doesn’t seem to manipulate it flexibly, so connections in areas are not quite right," the elder muttered.
"If it’s original, this technique has significant room for improvent, but if not, then whose did he study from? I have not heard of such a technique in our circle, let alone seen it perfected."
"What’s the real na of the artist?" asked the elder.
"Yunhai."
"Yunhai? Seems familiar, but I can’t quite rember," the elder pondered for a mont, then suddenly, he rembered, that genius who was crippled and couldn’t paint anymore.
"You an Yunhai? The genius Yunhai whose hands were broken?"
"Yes."
The boss nodded and added, "With today’s advanced dical technology, his hand has recently been cured, I believe it won’t be long before he returns to his peak. Buying now is definitely worthwhile."
Upon confirmation.
A smile appeared upon the elder’s face, "Interesting, a genius whose hands were ruined, vanished for many years, and re-enters the Jianghu with a new technique, could it really be his own creation?"
For a mont.
He thought this could completely be made into a TV series.
An inspirational one.
Cot Group’s "Chinese Craftsmanship" Traditional Painting Drama Script is accepting submissions; perhaps this could provide so ’material’. He does not know, however, that the script has already been decided, based on Yunhai.
"Do you have his contact information?" the elder asked the boss.
The boss hesitated silently.
"How many of his paintings are left?" asked the elder,
"Five," the boss said joyously.
"How much for all of them?"
"Fifty thousand RMB, if you take them all, I can give you a 20% discount," the boss eagerly pitched.
"20% off? I don’t like the number four, just make it fifty thousand then, but you have to give his contact information," the elder had been painting for a lifeti and was particularly interested in this new technique.
A few tens of thousands of RMB.
Small money.
"Fine, whether he will et you or not has nothing to do with , and you cannot use this as a reason to return the paintings," the boss wisely added.
However.
The elder was not so petty.
"Understood."
Speaking of which.
The boss quickly wrapped up the paintings, fifty thousand RMB—under the agreent with Yunhai, as long as the amount surpassed seventy percent of the listed price, it belonged to him, which counted as a service charge, so he earned more than ten thousand.
After deducting taxes.
He could still make seven or eight thousand. Tax evasion? He wouldn’t dare, the market inspection team here was far more vigilant than the Industrial and Comrcial staff; the phrase ’lawful taxation’ was almost posted in every shop.
Here.
He wouldn’t sell many paintings in a month, but as long as he sold any, the profits were enough to provide well.
Outside the door.
Tang Qing watched the elder leave.
He had intended to offer his support, but didn’t expect soone to beat him to it, which was also good, it saved him money. If this elder finds Yunhai and with his status is willing to help, Yunhai should be close to his turnaround.
Nobleman.
That’s what is ant by this term.
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