"You still want to paint in class?"
"Where did this expert come from? Why haven't I seen him in Hangzhou City?"
All the guests were shocked and had more questions.
Soon, Boss Wang asked someone to fetch the best Four Treasures of the Study. Several tables of guests took the initiative to move their tables out of the way, leaving open space for Song Che to show off his talents.
No matter upstairs or downstairs, people in the front hall and back kitchen came running upstairs to see what they saw.
Song Che picked up his pen and walked to the table, dabbed some ink on the rice paper, and then crookedly mentioned a line of words on the side, titled "White Cloud Wind Blows Goat Eating Sketch", then took the seal he carried with him and printed his own name, put down his pen and said:
"Okay, you're done."
The guests were stunned.
"This, this, this...is this done?" Boss Wang was dumbfounded.
"Hahaha...it's so generous and laughable!"
Qi Hongke seized the opportunity and took the lead in mocking: "Why did you agree so quickly? It turns out that you are trying to please others by grandstanding here. In my opinion, you should stop asking Fengchui goats to eat grass and just call them bragging!"
Song Che snorted coldly: "It's because your vision is too low, your knowledge is too low, and your knowledge is too low, so you can't understand the artistic conception in this painting."
"You said the white clouds are blowing in the wind, but what about the white clouds?" Qi Hong asked.
Song Che said: "The white clouds were blown away by the wind."
"Eat grass, where's the grass?"
"The grass was eaten by the goats."
"What about the goat?"
"Of course the goat will leave after eating the grass."
"What are these black spots?" Qi Hong blushed angrily.
Lin Yue interjected at this time: "You are so stupid, even I thought of it. Of course these piles are goat shit!"
"Hahaha……"
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Although the whole room burst into laughter, everyone clapped their hands and praised it.
"Boss Wang, the wind is blowing white clouds, goats are grazing, there is stillness and movement, intention and form. The blank space makes people endlessly daydream. Doesn't this painting meet your requirements?" Song Che asked.
Boss Wang smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, I admit that your painting is very interesting, but most of the people our restaurant receives are ordinary people. How can we hang such an almost blank painting in the lobby?" How about retaining customers?”
"Hey, Boss Wang, don't you understand?"
Song Che pointed at the painting and said: "You hang this famous painting in the lobby, send people everywhere to promote it, and say that this painting is what you spent a lot of money to get. Many people will come here because of it, but after seeing these few inks, they will all If you feel it’s not worth it, all your relatives and friends will laugh and tell each other, which will invisibly bring a steady flow of customers to the boss.”
At this point, he patted Boss Wang on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter what kind of painting it is. What's important is that it's a gimmick that you spend a lot of money on. Now, this is called marketing."
After hearing this, Boss Wang suddenly became enlightened and immediately asked his assistant to frame the painting and hang it in the lobby of his home.
"While chatting and laughing, he asked three questions in a row, which really opened our eyes. Sir, who are you?" Boss Wang couldn't hide his admiration.
"Hey, I'm Song Che, a businessman."
When he was almost finished eating, he spread out his arms, his beloved wife intimately accompanying him, and under the admiration of everyone, they walked out of Wangjiang Inn hand in hand.
…
The next few days were busy and peaceful.
Song Che rode his bicycle back and forth between the house and the market every day, ordering some miscellaneous things in preparation for the approaching move.
"Boss Wu, you should be more careful about this plaque. It must be engraved and delivered before the seventh day of the Lunar New Year."
"Don't worry, Mr. Song. My Wu family has carved plaques in Hangzhou for five generations. The plaques in Lin'an Mansion are all made by my great-grandfather. There has never been a single mistake!"
"Then it's up to Boss Wu. If this plaque satisfies me, I'll be very grateful!"
The plaque is the lintel of a family and should be the most important thing. Song Che repeatedly warned, paid the deposit, and prepared to leave on his bicycle.
Unexpectedly,
Just as he started, a young woman rushed out of the street. The bicycle always had no brakes. Song Che couldn't avoid it and bumped into the young woman.
"Ouch!"
The young woman screamed and fell in front of the wheel, holding her calf and moaning in pain.
Song Che thought, this is just a few yards of speed, isn't it?
But after all, he hit someone, so he quickly got out of the car to greet him.
The young woman scolded: "What are you riding on? There is the sound of hoofbeats when someone's carriage passes by. You make no sound at all. I can't avoid it."
You really should put a bell on your bicycle.
"Sister, your legs are fine. Can I take you to see the doctor?" Song Che helped the young woman up.
But the young woman complained: "Who is your eldest sister? I am only twenty-three this year, but I am not older than you."
What the hell is twenty-three?
Thirty-two seems too small.
"Forget it, you did it unintentionally. It's just that my leg hurts and I can't go home." The young woman limped and picked up the overturned vegetable basket.
The back seat of Song Che's bicycle happened to be large enough to carry people, so he asked the young woman if she wanted to give her a ride.
The young woman couldn't be vague, so she sat on the back seat, pointed to the front and said: "Just in front of the street, that small courtyard is my home. This wooden horse of yours is quite novel. I'll just sit and watch. .”
Song Che didn't say much. He took the young woman on his bike and guided her to the entrance of a small courtyard.
The door was locked and no one was inside.
The young woman got out of the car, limped to the door, took out the key and opened the door. She turned around and called Song Che: "Send Buddha to the west. Can you help me into the house?"
Song Che raised his eyebrows: "Sister, is this... not very convenient?"
But the young woman didn't take it seriously: "Oh, I don't have anyone at home, so what's the inconvenience? If I fall while walking, I'll depend on you to be careful for the rest of my life."
Song Che looked around to make sure there was no one idle, sighed, and helped the young woman into the hospital.
After helping the young woman back to the house, he hurriedly wanted to say goodbye, but the young woman grabbed her and said, "Don't be anxious, sir. You're already here. Let's have a cup of tea before leaving?"
"I--"
"Come on, come on, sit down, don't worry, the world is going downhill, can I still eat you?"
The young woman was still very strong, so she pulled Song Che down on the chair, turned around and made a pot of tea, one cup for you and one cup for me. She sat down next to Song Che and handed it to Song Che's mouth in person. She was so tall that she didn't even blink. A pair of peach blossom eyes is so charming:
"Come on, you're sweating profusely. Have a cup of tea and take a breather."
Song Che thought to himself: Damn, are you going to meet that kind of slutty slut who hasn't tasted love for a long time?
This is possible, after all, he looks so handsome, tall and charming.
"Sister, it's very inconvenient for a man and a woman to live together in the same room. I think I'd better——"
"oops!"
The young woman's hand suddenly shook, and the tea poured into Song Che's arms, "Look at me, I'm clumsy. I'm sorry, sir, I'll wipe it for you right now."
She was so rude. Wherever there were water stains from wiping, they were clearly pulling at the front of her clothes!
I met a prostitute who picked flowers from behind!
