"Duobao Pavilion?..."
Hearing this name, Cao Bin was also stunned. He didn't expect that Zhang Zhenniang was even more evil than him and sold a pair for 10,000 silver.
Zhao Fujin stared at Cao Bin nervously and nodded:
"If you don't believe it, you can ask the boss of Duobao Pavilion."
Cao Bin did not speak, but waved to Zhang Zhenniang and others who were watching the excitement and said with a smile:
"No need to look for it, this is the boss of Duobao Pavilion."
Zhao Ji and others were stunned for a moment and said, "Is Duobao Pavilion opened by your family?"
Zhang Zhenniang was a little shy in front of so many people and said hurriedly:
"That...that was the property given to me by my uncle."
Zhao Ji was a little confused: "So, you sold those paintings to us?"
Zhang Zhenniang nodded and said, "That was painted by my uncle himself. There were ten paintings in total, and they were sold for one hundred thousand taels of silver."
After saying that, she quickly explained: "I didn't lie to you, you insisted on buying it yourself..."
Zhao Ji didn't pay attention to her excuse, but he couldn't believe it and said: "You said those paintings were done by Cao Bin."
As he spoke, he kept shaking his head and said: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Cao Bin ignored his reaction and laughed directly and said:
"Your Majesty, how could Cao ask his subordinates to go through so much trouble to steal back a painting he made himself? Are you kidding me?"
Zhao Fujin mustered up his courage and said, "I don't believe those paintings were painted by you. What evidence do you have?"
Another woman also said: "It's not that we don't believe Uncle Zhong Jing, the artist who painted the painting is extremely skilled. The guy said it was done by an expert from outside the world..."
Cao Bin waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a few paintings. If you don't believe it, I'll just paint another one."
With that said, he asked the maid to prepare the brush and paint and start applying them casually.
In only two quarters of an hour, a picture of Qiu Shuang Ao was already on the paper.
Cao Bin threw down the pen and laughed proudly: "Even Cao himself doesn't know that my painting is worth so much money. If King Duan likes it, he might as well buy this one too."
At this time, Zhao Ji was stunned. He quickly lay down in front of the drawing paper and looked at it carefully.
murmured:
"It's the same, the realm is the same, how could it be like this?"
"How come you have such high attainments in calligraphy and painting? I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."
At this moment, his artistic heart was somewhat broken.
Although his painting skills have not reached unprecedented levels, there are few in the world who can surpass him.
I didn't expect that the realm of calligraphy and painting that I had been pursuing so hard would be easily crushed by an ignorant person like Cao Bin. I couldn't accept it for a while.
Zhao Fujin followed her biological father in her interest in painting. At this time, she was stunned by the autumn frost picture that Cao Bin casually drew.
I just felt that I was overturned by what I saw today. Cao Bin looked down at him like a god standing in the sun.
She quickly pulled the woman beside her and said in a panic: "He...isn't he a playboy? How could it be him?"
The woman quickly comforted her:
"Princess, don't worry too much."
"This can only show that his painting skills are amazing. It is not that he is ignorant and has no skills. It has little to do with who he is."
Zhao Fujin shook his head and said: "How come it doesn't matter? I think the painting is like the person. His painting skills are so high, he must be a noble-minded person."
Seeing her silly look, the woman couldn't help but shake her head, but she also felt a little interested in Cao Bin.
She has written home these days. Cao Bin's reputation in Shandong is indeed very good. What is the reason for such a big difference in a person's performance in the two places?
Seeing these people looking lost and shocked, Pang Yu patted Cao Bin on the shoulder and said:
"I didn't expect Juncai to be so good at making money. You must be very good at making money."
"A painting costs ten thousand taels of silver?"
As he spoke, his eyes were eager, and he shook Cao Bin's arm and said:
"Juncai, please draw him a hundred and eighty blessings. Wouldn't we make a fortune?"
Cao Bin rolled his eyes and said:
"Are you stupid? Paintings and calligraphy are rare and expensive. Even if I paint them, how many people can afford them?"
As he spoke, he said with disgust:
"Besides, what does it have to do with you that I earn money? It's me who wants to get rich."
"Forehead......"
When Pang Yu heard this, his eyes were filled with resentment. He quickly shook Cao Bin's arm and said, "Send me a few..."
When Pan Bao heard this, he quickly stepped forward to take advantage.
It took a long time for Zhao Ji to regain his composure, but he still couldn't believe it.
Cao Bin didn't care about his mood and said with a smile:
"My lord, how about it? Do you believe it now? I can't steal the paintings I sold myself, right?"
"Isn't this asking for trouble? The suspects have not just moved away. I think the prince should check the long history of your house."
"Maybe those paintings are in Ximen Qing's hands."
Hearing this, Zhao Ji had a gloomy expression on his face. He waved his hand to his entourage and said, "Let's go!"
With that said, he turned around and walked out.
Cao Bin quickly shouted: "Your Majesty, do you still want this painting?"
Zhao Ji's eyes flickered for a long time, but he couldn't hold back the love in his heart and said: "Five thousand taels!"
Cao Bin did not hesitate and nodded directly: "Deal!"
Anyway, it's all pure profit, and it's impossible for others to pay a high price of ten thousand taels. The money delivered to your door is nothing if you don't make it.
Zhao Ji felt disgusted in his heart and his face was full of depression. He no longer wanted to stay in the Hou Mansion any longer, so he quickly took the people away.
It has to be said that Zhao Ji is indeed a qualified artist, and he is willing to put down his dignity for a painting.
Zhao Fujin originally wanted to say something, but was pulled away by the woman dressed in men's clothing beside him. He only looked back at Cao Bin from time to time.
At this time, Zhan Zhao also felt a little dreamy. He raised his sword and stepped forward, cupping his hands and saying, "Since the case has nothing to do with Uncle Cao, Zhan will take his leave."
Cao Bin smiled and said, "Guard Zhan, why don't you sit down and have a drink."
Zhan Zhao said seriously: "Zhan still has official duties to attend to, so I won't bother you much."
After saying that, he didn't stay any longer and left directly with the Yamen servants of Kaifeng Mansion.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, the people attending the banquet hurriedly came forward to toast and said: "My uncle has hidden his secrets so much that he didn't expect to have such a talent..."
Cao Bin laughed and said: "It's just a small skill. I usually do a lot of graffiti and draw casually."
Seeing him like this, Yang Zhi, Lin Chong and others confirmed their thoughts. Cao Bin was the kind of person who was bohemian on the surface but secretive on the inside.
I became more determined to follow Cao Bin.
Zhang Dun mused that every top skill could not be developed in several years or even ten years.
The archery skills of a hundred steps surpass the painting skills of the world...
What is this Uncle Cao hiding? For a moment, he only felt that Cao Bin in front of him was a bit mysterious, and even he couldn't see through it.
This wave of operations directly made Zhang Zhenniang a lot of money. Even if she had to split the account with the government, she still had an income of fifty thousand taels.
Directly solved her financial crisis.
"Sister Zhen, your rouge shop will open the day after tomorrow. Are you ready?"
Master Li asked.
Zhang Zhenniang's eyes were full of admiration, and she nodded repeatedly: "It must be no problem, I did everything according to your uncle's instructions..."
