Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Let's go to the Shen Family Chamber of Commerce first."

Although Ning Fan knew there was little hope, he still didn't want to give up.

Arriving at the Shen Family Chamber of Commerce warehouse, Ning Fan found that Xiao Lingxi was still keeping accounts in the store at noon, and Xiaoyu was also like a butterfly, constantly bringing in various account books.

It was obvious that Xiao Lingxi was very tired.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

Xiaoyu discovered Ning Fan first.

"Sister Lingxi, what happened this morning?"

Ning Fan asked directly.

"The goods have been temporarily distributed to merchants in various places. The morning was pretty good, with a profit of 70,000 taels! The rest of the goods can be sold in the afternoon without any problem."

Although Xiao Lingxi was tired, she was in good spirits.

"Your Highness, there is still a shortfall of close to one hundred thousand taels. Is there anything you can do?"

Xiao Lingxi was a little worried.

Ning Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "Sister Ling Xi, you don't have to worry about me anymore, I will take care of the remaining gaps!"

Although he said this, Ning Fan had no confidence at all.

Tens of thousands of taels of silver are not tens of thousands of catties of grain.

"Your Highness, if you can't do it, just borrow it first! You have to get all the money together!"

Ergou was even more anxious than Ning Fan, and even spoke with a crying tone.

"all will be good!"

It's not that Ning Fan isn't worried, he knows that fear is useless.

At this time, you must calm down.

"What's going on over there?"

Ning Fan pointed not far away.

There was a small table there with quite a few people around it.

"Then the immortal guides the way, and Liu Banxian tells the fortune! There are three hexagrams every day, and the hexagram gold costs five hundred taels, but even so, everyone is rushing to tell the fortune! And all the dignitaries come!"

Ergou glanced at it and said to Ning Fan.

"What's over there?"

Ning Fan pointed at a group of crazy people not far away.

It seemed like these people were rummaging through the trash for something.

"That's Wu Yin's house taking out the trash! Those people are all looking for calligraphy and paintings from the trash. If they find a manuscript, it will be priceless!"

Ergou explained to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was surprised. He didn't expect that people in this era would worship painters so much, and abandoned calligraphy and paintings could be worth a fortune!

"Ergou, the Wu Yin you are talking about is a calligrapher and painter, right? How much does one of his calligraphy and paintings cost?"

Ning Fan asked casually.

"Master Wu is best at landscape painting and figure painting. A painting costs at least ten thousand taels of silver!"

Ergou's eyes were full of envy: "Your Highness, if you can have Master Wu's painting skills, then we may have a chance to make a comeback."

"Who said no?"

A flash of inspiration seemed to flash in Ning Fan's head.

He did what he said and immediately asked Ergou to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones from the street. Ning Fan started setting the table next to Liu Banxian on the street.

"Ergou, I have to cover my face so that no one can recognize me."

Ning Fan thought for a while, then found a gauze scarf to wrap around his face.

"Your Highness, are you really okay?"

Ergou felt unsure.

"You sit down and I'll draw a picture for you. I'll put it out for others to see."

Ning Fan calmed down and began to use sketching techniques to draw Ergou's portrait.

Ning Fan does not use a brush to paint, but charcoal blocks. This has attracted the attention and curiosity of many people.

It happened that this place was the exit of Shangshu Lane and directly opposite Wu Yin's house. The dignitaries were like crucian carp crossing the river. Ning Fan's strange behavior immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"This man is so weird! He doesn't use a brush to paint, but uses charcoal!"

"Haha, what kind of painting can you draw like this?"

……

Many curious people gathered around him, and even more nefarious people commented on Ning Fan.

As Ning Fan drew the outline of the two dogs on the rice paper, people gradually saw the signs.

Ning Fan's techniques are completely different from those of today's masters, but the things he draws are lifelike.

Chinese traditional painting emphasizes meaning rather than form, but Ning Fan's sketches go in the opposite direction, painting portraits very concretely and meticulously, almost like looking in a mirror.

"How did you draw this? It looks so similar!"

"Huh? It's so lifelike, as if the person is printed on paper!"

"It's really, exactly the same!"

"I don't think Master Wu Yin can do it!"

……

More and more people gathered around, causing quite a stir.

It didn't take too long to complete a sketch, but the sensation it caused was something Ning Fan had never expected.

"Everyone, my young master is a painting prodigy in this world, and his unique techniques are unparalleled in the world! Today, I will paint a portrait for five thousand taels of silver, and the purchase is limited to twenty! Tomorrow, my master will no longer paint!"

Ergou took the opportunity to shout loudly to the people around him.

"Five thousand taels?"

"Master Wu Yin isn't that expensive, right?"

"Haha, you don't overestimate your capabilities!"

……

Hearing that Ning Fan's paintings cost 5,000 taels, many people around him backed down, feeling that Ning Fan was unknown and overestimating his abilities.

Seeing that no one around him was willing to try, Ning Fan felt anxious.

If he fails to sell his paintings, he will really jump into the river!

"Sir, can you draw a picture for me?"

A gentle voice sounded from the crowd.

Ning Fan looked up and found that the woman was wearing a veil.

You can't see the face clearly, but you can feel Chuchen's temperament, especially his figure, which is even more graceful and graceful.

"Five thousand taels of silver, girl, are you willing to pay this price?"

Ning Fan was a little embarrassed.

"Of course! Young Master's techniques are very novel and worth the price!"

The girl walked up to Ning Fan and sat down, then slowly took off her veil.

"Liu Ruyan!"

"It's Miss Liu Ruyan and everyone!"

"It's true!"

……

Ning Fan also recognized the girl in front of him, it was the courtesan Liu Ruyan.

In this era, being a prostitute in a brothel is actually not a dirty profession, especially Liu Ruyan, a talented and beautiful courtesan who is highly sought after for her skills but not her body.

Famous officials and important officials in the world are all proud to sit at the same table as the oiran.

According to Ning Fan's understanding, Liu Ruyan's identity and status are similar to those of future celebrities.

"Girl, don't move. You'll be fine soon."

Ning Fan was covered with a veil, and Liu Ruyan couldn't recognize Ning Fan, so he just sat quietly.

And Ning Fan also cherishes this opportunity. If Liu Ruyan makes a good start, the next step should be easy.

Soon, a sketch was drawn by Ning Fan.

Liu Ruyan in the painting is so lifelike, it's as if she herself has been engraved on the paper.

Holding the painting in her hand, Liu Ruyan's delicate body trembled slightly.

"Sir is truly a god!"

Liu Ruyan was unambiguous and immediately asked the maid to pay.

The five thousand taels of silver notes went directly into Ergou's hands.

"Everyone, everyone, Liu Ruyan has come to invite my master to paint! The number of places is limited, everyone cherish the opportunity!"

The two dogs roared at the top of their lungs.

As expected, the influence of celebrities is undeniable, and soon the second customer came.

What shocked Ning Fan was that the identity of this second guest was equally extraordinary. He turned out to be the great painter Wu Yin who lived across the door!