Song Beiyun

After returning to their own small box, Zuo Rou's face was already ferocious, if she had a steel knife in her hand, she might have chopped it down just now.

"Furious old man." Zuo Rou paced the room with his hips akimbo: "How dare you be so blatant."

"Come on you." Jin Ling'er sat on the chair and dangled her feet: "Men are all virtuous, it's just that you don't like him, if you like him, you can slap your big peach like my good brother You didn't see any anger."

"It's a bunch of nonsense..." Zuo Rou's tone suddenly weakened: "This... can this matter be the same?"

"Oh, yes, yes, Song Beiyun's badness can't be called bad, that's what it should be. He can restrain himself anyway, and at most he just glances at me. Do you know your Song Beiyun..."

Speaking of this, Jin Ling'er immediately realized that too many words would lead to mistakes, but all eyes in the room were already on her, so she could only hesitate and say: "He just said something frivolous, he..."

"It gets darker and darker." Zuo Rou snorted coldly, "Shut up."

"Oh..." Jin Ling'er was so obedient that she stopped talking, but quickly changed the subject: "What, is this lady's book useful? I got it with all my strength."

"What kind of book is it? It's just a lowly man, a bastard who can't walk when he sees a woman. Heh, if you want me to marry him, it's better to kill him to save trouble." After Zuo Rou finished speaking, he continued to say in a puzzled way: "Anyway, the big deal is death."

"Your tyrannical temper, really..." Jin Ling'er sighed, "It's a shame that only that guy can eat you to death."

After finishing speaking, she got up again: "I'll go to the Jin family, you go to implement the second stage now, Qiaoyun explores the way, you go to meet by chance."

"All right, all right." Zuo Rou picked up the teapot on the table impatiently, and without thinking about anything else, said to her mouth, "It's such an annoying thing."

Jin Ling'er ignored him, but went out and found the young master of the Jin family surrounded by the maids at the door, and began to talk about cooperation.

And Zuo Rou, with the help of Qiao Yun and Qiao Qiao, is preparing to implement the second part of the plan, which is to have a chance encounter with Mr. Wang at the sales site.

She had rehearsed many times in Song Beiyun's bastard's house before. To be honest, although Zuo Rou knew she was demonstrating at the time, when the bastard Song Beiyun said those soft words, she felt that she was being teased, so... very... very that what.

But now seeing Mr. Wang's family, it was like seeing a lump of dog shit. When he spoke, it stinks even more. In Song Beiyun's words, dog shit doesn't stink, but it stinks when provoked.

At this moment, Song Beiyun was squatting in front of a pile of cargo samples, surrounded by piles of girls, and he was so busy flying up and down.

"Oh Maikar, sisters, let me tell you, this thing is really powerful. This rouge is ground from pure natural flower petals, and it still has a natural fragrance on it. Look at the color." Song Beiyun put a box of rouge on the face On the back of the hand: "The color of the flower fairy, paint it and you will be a noble lady. Oh my god, this is so beautiful, buy it, buy it, buy it!"

This guy can say a simple thing vividly, and sometimes makes the girls tremble. In a short period of time, many cosmetics are really sold out.

"This, wow..." Song Beiyun picked up another towel and said mysteriously: "Sisters, I really want to recommend it. Come and touch it, come and touch it, you can use it Handkerchiefs so soft? This summer is coming... Oh, don't touch me, sister."

His voice made the girl behind him who accidentally bumped into him burst into a red-faced smile, and the other girls even laughed like thrushes in the spring forest, crisp, delicate, and cute.

"This hand towel is not ordinary. It came from Tianzhu. You try it, and try it. It is breathable and absorbs water. The colors are peach pollen, heavenly blue, and lotus white with water spots. God Hey, it's so beautiful, sisters, hurry up and buy it, this thing is a rare item, and the quantity is not much."

Really, Song Beiyun is definitely the No. 1 of Da Song's goods. He just went to that ton. Before the serious show started and the princess part, he had almost sold out some imported small commodities and cosmetics.

The boy who was in charge of collecting the bills next to him was dumbfounded, really...

What kind of flower branch rouge, what kind of gouache from Dashi, Siamese fruit, and Tianzhu cotton towel are all worthless things, but he told them all the time...

However, these girls really bought it!

"Sincerity and sincerity, use it well and use it again. Remember to publicize a lot, it will benefit the country and the people. In the next issue, I will carefully select a batch of good things to share with my sisters, and I will find a way to form a women's street in the future." , sisters..."

And amidst the hustle and bustle, the real highlight was about to begin, because Her Royal Highness the Princess had already walked down the stairs.

"The princess is here!"

With a loud shout, the audience stopped, and they all raised their hands in the direction of the princess, but Song Beiyun blew a kiss stealthily.

Jin Ling'er gave him a blank look from a distance, and then walked to the front with all manners, and looked around.

Chapter 112: Listening to Thunder in a Silent Place During the Heavy Rain on May 5

"Isn't this the young master of the Jin family?"

Song Beiyun walked up to the young master of the Jin family who had just negotiated a deal with Jin Ling'er, and stood still with a smile on his face, but the young master of the Jin family had obviously forgotten his existence, after all, it was just a trivial matter of jealousy, for such a For the eldest grandson of a big family who is about to inherit the family business, it's really nothing.

On the contrary, the characteristics he showed were definitely in line with his identity. Even though he was a little arrogant, he was somewhat polite to the scholars present.

Although Song Beiyun already knows what kind of person this person is, this is a bastard who would gnash his teeth when Beipo mentions it. If you think about it, you will know what kind of existence it would be to make Beipo's non-barking dog grin his teeth. a kind of existence.

"Who are you?"

Although the young master of the Jin family was very polite, he instinctively kept a distance from Song Beiyun. He was obviously wary of all strangers. Song Beiyun was not surprised by this, but just smiled and began to introduce himself.

"I saw you last time. Xu Li and Xu Changqing, do you still remember?"

Naturally, Xu Li knew him. That guy was a standard "child of other people" in the merchant circle, crushing the dolls of other wealthy merchants in all aspects, and such a big merchant family had some connections. So Young Master Jin naturally knew about Xu Li.

But although he remembered Xu Li, he really didn't remember the person in front of him, especially the strange clothes this person wore today.

Song Beiyun didn't give him too much time to react, he just leaned forward and whispered, "I have a business here that I want to introduce to Young Master Jin."

Hearing that there was a business, Young Master Jin's instinctive eyes lit up, but then he took a step back: "Sorry, I don't want to talk about this today."

"Master Jin, can you listen to me?"

Listen, it's very boring here anyway, the princess is constantly interacting with people on the top, the young master of the Jin family has been warned by his family long ago, and he will go around when he meets this princess. Therefore, in such an environment, the young master of the Jin family really didn't want to look at Jin Ling'er more.

However, most of the people who came today were from well-known scholars, and they probably looked down on themselves as a businessman. In their view, even if they were rich and powerful, they were still a mediocre person, so it can be said that Young Master Jin is quite boring here.

It was not easy for someone to come forward to have a chat. Even if it was an unreliable business talk, the young master of the Jin family actually wanted to have a chat with someone.After all, you can't go, right? If you poke here for a few hours, no one can withstand the boundless emptiness and loneliness.

"Let's have a drink and then talk." Song Beiyun guided the young master of the Jin family aside like a salesman and handed him the drink with his own hands: "Master Jin must have encountered some difficulties."

Young Master Jin looked Song Beiyun up and down. Although he felt familiar, he couldn't remember where he had seen him before, but since he was asked, he took advantage of the opportunity to chat.

In fact, everyone knows this. The Jin family is for the country and the people. They would rather give up their family property to help the victims. Also exempted from taxes for five years.

But even if they gained fame and awards, they were all real gold and silver. Originally, the Jin family was the richest of the three major families, but now that they are making such a fuss, they have become the bottom one. The Xu family, which has been under their feet for ten years, has risen rapidly because of this wave of policy benefits.

How could the Jin family be reconciled to this, so as the eldest grandson of the Jin family who had placed high hopes on him, this young master has naturally had a rough time recently.

"Young Master Jin, I have a deal that can turn the Jin family around quickly, but I don't know if Young Master Jin has the guts." Song Beiyun shook the wine in his glass and said with a deep expression: "If Young Master Jin is interested, then I will Talk to you carefully, if you are not interested, I will leave naturally."

Anyway, being idle is idle, the young master of the Jin family nodded lightly: "Just say what you want."

That's right, the first step in sales is to guide customers into the conversation, arouse the interest of the other party, and then lead the other party into your own language trap step by step, and then carry out pyramid scheme brainwashing.

Song Beiyun said a long time ago that asking the Jin family to donate is the first step, and there are still tricks waiting for them, so the opportunity that has been waiting for a long time finally arrived today, and the multiple plans that were prepared before just came in handy. .

When Princess Ruibao was selling goods on the stage, Song Beiyun started a round of brainwashing operations below.

revenge?Of course not, Song Beiyun is not that stingy, he has made them pay a terrible price before, and it seems too petty to talk about revenge, even a person like him who must take revenge is too lazy to bother the Jin family over that matter. .

The reason why the second step is to find the Jin family is purely an advanced relationship. If the first round of cheating the Jin family was revenge, then the second round is purely because they are now eager to rise again.

"With this model, we will become a joint-stock system. The Jin family can disperse all industrial transformation among the people." Song Beiyun said frantically: "In this way, even if this happens again, as long as the original shares of the Jin family It remains the same, and it will come back after all the money is gone.”

The Jin family is in business, and the young master of the Jin family has been exposed to these things since he was a child, and he can understand what Song Beiyun said, but he is still a little confused about the concept of this so-called joint-stock "company", so he went further. I kept asking.

ask?That's right to ask, if you don't get a wave of private capital leeks, then it can't be called the basic national conditions under the feudal emperor's autocracy.

After being fooled by Song Beiyun again, Mr. Jin finally regained his composure, and asked excitedly, "You mean to invest the principal of the Jin family into the property of Her Royal Highness, and as long as the great Song is here, Jin will Home can last forever?"

"Theoretically, it is so, but after all, it is regarded as the royal property. How to participate in this stock, Mr. Jin, has he thought about it?" Song Beiyun thought for a while: "It's better for you to talk to the princess in detail."

"Wait for me to report back to the patriarch."

Report it, report it casually, this thing sounds like a very good idea, as long as Her Royal Highness nods, the Jin family will get on this golden carriage.

Give up business?Then give it up, and use the family property as an asset to invest in the princess's property. In the future, you will have me, and I will have you. This kind of thankless business is not worth it.

Song Beiyun looked at Young Master Jin's eager expression. He knew that he had already succeeded halfway. He couldn't say more about this point, so he immediately retreated and turned away, disappearing into the hall.

Of course, he must have only told Young Master Jin the benefits of doing so but did not tell him the consequences of doing so. Abandoning the capital of the industry is a ball for anyone to beat. Complement a regional industrial chain, and after completion, the industry will naturally have to be divided because it is too large, so the benign assets will be eaten by the state.

Needless to say, at any time, any country will not allow a monster that swallows gold and silver to survive safely within its borders. When some of the benign assets are swallowed up, the non-performing assets will definitely become a burden for Jin Ling'er, then After the Jin family becomes a shareholder, won't someone share the non-performing assets with Jin Ling'er?

Regardless of whether he can bear it or not, he can bear it if he can bear it, and he can bear it if he can't bear it. This capital pit is not allowed to come and go like the wind. This is a feudal society.What's more, their benign assets have been converted into capital shares, where can they go?

It's just that this concept is absolutely ahead of this era, and it's hard for them to think of the financial risks brought about by this mixed shareholding, and when they react, Ga Leek's knife is already on their eyes.

The matter of dirtyness really doesn't stop at scratching and talking. The dirtyness of this cultural person is reflected in all aspects. Since ancient times, there has been a saying of combining vertical and horizontal, and it is not uncommon in the art of war. It's just that someone can't stand it. It just switches the mode of operation.When the time comes for Chencang to cross, who cares about the Jin family and the silver family?

"Your heart is really dark."

Song Beiyun reported the matter to Fu Wang and Tai Wang upstairs, and Tai Wang said this with emotion, but Fu Wang was drinking and eating food with a smile on his face.

"I thought you were just trying to teach the Jin family a lesson, but you wanted to dig a grave." King Tai nodded Song Beiyun with his chopsticks: "It's bad, it's so bad."

"Actually, this is also helping His Royal Highness Fu to avoid risks. The more people share the risks, the smoother they will be able to survive. After all, in at most two years, the energy of Luzhou Prefecture will surpass that of Jinling City. If you don't want to The way, is it possible that you don’t feel pain until you are hit by a knife?”

Song Beiyun said it as a matter of course: "But... the two princes can't sell me, I really want to beheaded."

"You still know you're going to be beheaded!" King Tai said dumbfoundedly: "Do you know how many beheadings you have done and how many beheadings you have said?"

"Then..." Song Beiyun sat aside and sighed, "You are young and frivolous after all."

Only then did King Fu speak slowly: "Don't blame me for not mentioning you in the future, do some things less, say less about some things, be cautious in your words and deeds. Otherwise, let alone me in the end, even the officials will be hard to protect you."

"Of course I understand, and I'm terrified." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Thanks to my self-knowledge, I never show my face in public. I only dare to do things like pulling a tiger's skin to make a big banner."

"You, you are very tender. Now is not the time for you to disturb the situation, so you should be more stable." King Fu hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "After the state examination, you will go to a different place for me to be an official. Take care of yourself." Grind your temper. Let you start with sesame and mung beans, I don't want to see your head be chopped off when you are in your early twenties."

Chapter 113: On May 5, the stormy rain dawned wildly, the rain was late and sunny

Because of the heavy rain, most of the scholars were stranded in Luzhou City. The restaurants and teahouses in the city suddenly ushered in a frenzy of making money. They were already on the verge of the state examination. The people Bo convened were a lot of idle scholars who had nothing to do.

They had nothing to do at hand, and idleness became their pastime, from morning to evening, without a moment's rest.

On the contrary, Song Beiyun, who should be the most busy, is sitting in front of a small desk and drawing on a piece of linen with a line pen. pretty.

"But is the painting finished? My legs and feet are numb."

"Hurry up, hurry up, why are you in a hurry." Song Beiyun was mixing mineral pigments with a strangely shaped brush, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't move, this is the first time you try to paint oil paintings, if you succeed, Hundreds of years or 1000 years later, people can see how beautiful my home is."

In fact, there is no distinction between Eastern and Western artistic achievements, they are all beautiful crystallizations of inspiration, but if you have to compare them, Eastern painting as a whole pays more attention to the expression of the spiritual level, is more macroscopic, broad and profound. profound.However, Western paintings pay more attention to the individual's vision, the details are more excellent, and the application of colors is bolder. Song Beiyun always feels that this is a shortcoming.

So as long as he has spare time these days, he will toss about paints, mainly mineral pigments. After all, only mineral pigments can withstand the mottled by time, leaving the most beautiful girls in the world to future generations to look up to, and tell them to be Nima If you appreciate Western aesthetics all day long, the beautiful girls of your ancestors can still make you have strange dreams at night.

"Okay, okay..." Qiaoqiao was a little impatient: "I'm going to the toilet."

"Okay, okay, it's almost ready." Song Beiyun sprayed a layer of grease emulsion on the painting with a blowpipe, then stood up and took a few steps back, folded his arms and nodded, "Okay, okay, come and see."

Qiaoqiao just ignored him, and when she heard the slogan of disbanding, she rushed out and got into the toilet, while Song Beiyun was still admiring her work there.

Anyway, no matter what, this is probably the first oil painting on this planet. In terms of artistic value, it may be inferior to the Mona Lisa. After all, the painting was used for more than ten years, while Song Beiyun only used One morning.

But in the historical sense, this is a big deal. He has already figured out a way to spread this craftsmanship, so that everyone can start creating on this basis. After all, this thing is like planting flags on unclaimed land. No matter how well you plan, the land always belongs to the first person to plant the flag.

Thinking of thousands of years later, people would write such a sentence in the history of art: "The first oil painting in the true sense of mankind was born in the Song Dynasty of China around 1000 AD. This painting is now collected in the Palace Museum in Beijing and will never go out for exhibition. "Cultural Treasure", Song Beiyun felt that he seemed to have done something extraordinary.

After a while, quietly came back to see Song Beiyun's oil painting, she frowned like she was looking at a pile of shit...

"Oh! What's your expression?"

"Why so ugly?"

"Ugly?" Song Beiyun laughed with guilt: "You can go ahead."

He snorted quietly: "You teach me first."

"Okay, I'll teach you today."

After all, he began to teach Qiaoqiao how to adjust colors and how to use a paintbrush little by little. After about an hour or so, Qiaoqiao, who had an explosive artistic talent, had already mastered this not too difficult skill.

"Red and blue are green..."

"No, it's Zi!" Song Beiyun corrected, "You still draw like this, ha ha."

Qiaoqiao gave him a sideways glance, and did not refute, but continued to try to blend the colors on the paulownia board, while Song Beiyun said sarcasticly beside him: "Well, if you can make it beautiful, I promise you a condition. If you can't Well, you know."

"Okay." Qiaoqiao also refused to admit defeat. When the two of them got along together, there was no need to be ashamed. Qiaoqiao has gradually honed her courage these days: "Isn't it just to swallow, listen to you That's it."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you the pen, you come."

Song Beiyun stood behind Qiaoqiao full of anticipation, watching her gradually find the sense of color, and then began to modify this ugly oil painting.

At the beginning, she was still a little clumsy, but after half an hour, Song Beiyun started to panic, isn't this talent too good?Really... A person who has only been connected to this new thing for an hour or two, not to mention learning the system, can play colors so beautifully, this is simply...

genius.

Except for the word genius, Song Beiyun couldn't think of any other words to explain her pretty talent. She would look at the palette at first, but then she stopped looking at the colors on it at all, and started to enter directly. Steps to color on canvas.

Compared with Song Beiyun's artistic style of blind chicken painting, Qiaoqiao is much more delicate. Because she has never been in contact with ink painting before, there is nothing that interferes with her artistic inspiration, so she is now It is really like being transformed into a canvas, filling your mind with brilliant colors as much as you want.

When she was drawing, she would look back at the bronze mirror next to her from time to time, and then she would continue to write after looking at it carefully for a while. After six or seven hours of tossing around like this, Song Beiyun fell asleep and woke up before she completely put down the pen. down.

"Drawn? Let me have a look."

When Song Beiyun walked over, she found that in front of her were not only the pens he had left for her, but also several brushes of different thicknesses. It seemed that she had some inspiration when she was sleeping and went to find them. Brother Yusheng's writing brush.

And when Song Beiyun walked in front of the painting, he couldn't even believe his eyes. His original oil painting with the Fauvist style had completely changed under the pretty modifications.