Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Spring is short, summer comes quickly, and the cicadas are chirping non-stop, making it difficult for people to sleep.

Seeing the increasingly deserted Songyaji, Xie Chengyin decided to follow Qiu Yuzhu's advice and hold an art exhibition.

All the tables and chairs in the hall on the first floor of Songyaji were removed, and shelves were placed on the four walls, and all the valuable and famous paintings in the store were displayed.

After the preparations were completed, Xie Chengyin asked Ren Rushong to go out for publicity.

To enter the Songyaji painting exhibition, you have to pay an entrance fee of one or two taels of silver.

When looking at famous paintings, different levels have different prices. The rarer the painting, the more money you have to pay to see it.

When Ren Rushong heard the exhibition rules of Xie Chengyin, his face was full of disbelief. He had been a shopkeeper for more than ten years and knew that buying paintings cost money, but this was the first time he heard that viewing paintings also cost money.

"Young Marquis, just to enter the door costs money, will anyone come in?"

Not to mention that Ren Rushong was worried, he was also very skeptical, but Qiu Yuzhu said it so naturally that he felt he should give it a try no matter what.

"I think so. How do you know if no one will come if you don't try?"

Ren Rushong's face froze. This young marquis was just trying to run Song Ya Ji, and it would be closed down sooner or later.

He shook his head helplessly, but still went out to promote the business obediently.

Ren Rushong and a few of his men spread out at the street corner near Songyaji and began to promote the art exhibition.

"Songyaji Art Exhibition, you can enter and see the paintings for only one tael of silver!"

A person who was walking by Ren Rushong stopped and said, "You have to pay one or two taels of silver just to see a painting. Are you crazy because of poverty?"

"That's right. It only costs a few cents to buy a picture album. What kind of painting is this? You charge me for just one look at it."

Ren Rushong was speechless after being questioned. He felt that it wouldn't work. Now he was surrounded and questioned, his old face turned red, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

"What painting? Of course it's the famous work of the soul painter."

A clear female voice was heard from the crowd, and then Qiu Fuqiu walked out of the crowd and stood beside Ren Rushong.

When Ren Rushong saw Qiu Fuqiu, he was about to bow, but Qiu Fuqiu secretly held him back.

The name Soul Painter is widely circulated among the people. Wasn’t the picture of beautiful buttocks a few days ago the work of the Soul Painter?

“Do paintings by soul painters really exist?”

A student in simple clothes poked his head out from the crowd, his eyes full of sparkling expectation.

Qiu Fuqiu said proudly: "Of course, and they are all collected works that the soul painter has never passed on to others."

The soul painters themselves are all here, so you can paint whatever you want.

The student smiled happily after hearing this, "Great, I'll go and see it. It's worth the money to see the real work of the soul painter."

After saying this, the student ran away from the crowd and headed towards Songyaji.

After the first person appeared, there was gradually a second, a third, and even later on, some people just wanted to join in the fun.

With one or two taels of silver as payment, countless famous paintings are displayed for people to admire. The flowers, birds, insects and fish in the paintings are all lifelike. If you want to see better ones, you have to pay more silver to go to the private rooms on the second floor.

The paintings of the Soul Painter are naturally also in the private room on the second floor. Those who want to obtain the original works of the Soul Painter all rush to enter and view the paintings.

In the past, they could only hear of the great reputation of soul painters, but could only see a few authentic works. Most of the authentic works were bought and collected by wealthy people, and most of the works seen on the market were imitations by other people.

Nowadays, you can spend less money than buying paintings and see many authentic works of soul painters. Isn’t that a big win?

Xie Chengyin stood behind the counter, looking at the people who were crowded together in Songyaji to look at the paintings, and couldn't help but marvel at it.

The method Qiu Yuzhu suggested was unexpectedly useful.

Not only did they make more money, but Songyaji itself did not suffer any loss; the paintings on display simply attracted a few more glances.

Looking at Qiu Fuqiu, who was smug in the crowd, Xie Chengyin pulled her to a corner and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Appreciate my work. Many of them came here for the Soul Painter. Why don't you thank me right away?"

"Okay, thank you, Miss Qiu. Since your paintings are so popular, why don't you hurry up and paint? You are so popular, and every painting you paint is worth a lot of money."

Qiu Fuqiu rolled her eyes at Xie Chengyin and said, "You think painting is so easy that you can just paint it. It requires inspiration."

Xie Chengyin sighed, "What inspiration? I just draw when I say so. In a blink of an eye, I can draw more than a hundred pictures."

"Is your picture of a beautiful butt comparable to my painting?"

Xie Chengyin didn't argue with her, "Okay, okay, you're awesome, go and paint."

After urging Qiu Fuqiu to leave, Xie Chengyin prepared to hurry back to the counter.

Yan Ci brought Chunzhi to the street, but saw many people walking in one direction in groups of three or five.

With a little inquiry, I found out that Songyaji held an art exhibition, and there were authentic works of soul painters.

Soul painter?

Isn’t that the author of the beautiful butt pictures?

He immediately took Chunzhi to Songyaji.

Songyaji was different from the deserted one he saw last time. When Yan Ci stood at the door of Songyaji again, he saw a constant stream of people coming in and out, making it very lively.

There was a waiter standing at the door who was responsible for collecting money, one or two taels per entry.

After paying two taels of silver, Yan Ci took Chunzhi inside and took a quick look around. They were all ordinary paintings and he did not see any paintings similar to the picture of beautiful buttocks.

But in a corner, he saw Xie Chengyin arguing with a woman.

This Xie Xiaohou is really a romantic man. He doesn't forget to flirt with women when he comes to see the paintings.

Just as he was about to leave, Xie Chengyin happened to turn around and saw Yan Ci who had turned away.

Xie Chengyin's eyes lit up. He didn't expect Yan Ci would come to see the paintings. He took a step forward, pushed through the crowd and walked towards Yan Ci.

Sensing a tall figure passing over his head, Yan Ci raised his head and met Xie Chengyin's eyes.

Then Xie Chengyin said briskly, "Miss Thirteen, you are here to see the paintings too. Is there anything you like?"

Yan Ci retracted his gaze and said, "I heard that there are paintings by soul painters here. Do you know where they are?"

"I'll take you there." He said and walked ahead to lead the way.

Yan Ci felt a little overwhelmed by Xie Chengyin's excessive enthusiasm. She wanted to tell him the place and she could go there by herself, but Xie Chengyin had already walked forward first, and Yan Ci could only follow him.

There were a lot of people in Songyaji, and Xie Chengyin took big steps. Yan Ci had only taken two steps behind him before he was pushed back, and the distance between them widened.

Yan Ci was squeezed and staggered, so he quickly held onto Chunzhi beside him to avoid falling. When he turned around again, he could not see Xie Chengyin anymore.

Chunzhi also noticed it and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Young Marquis Xie is gone."

"Forget it, let's split up and look for paintings similar to the beautiful buttocks picture. Meet at the door in half an hour."

Harue nodded, and the two of them went in two directions to look for the soul painter's paintings.