Actor he doesn't want to be a eunuch

Chapter 5
After suing Zheng Chuanhe, Qian Chen didn't mention money.

If you mention it, you will see yourself outside!

He didn't pick up pigeons either.

In the service department, at the Hengpiao Hotel, there are not [-] or [-] people picking up pigeons.

No turn at all.

Moreover, ordinary group performances cost only 70 yuan for ten hours.

What is it enough for?

100 yuan can be exchanged for one hour.

In two days, there will be no "nonsense" talk.

Qian Chen chose to change a way to make money.

He bought a set of folding tables and folding chairs.

I gathered another set of writing tools, including pens and inks, and things like imperial edicts and memorials for writing.

Taking out his actor certificate, he cut the price down to one hundred in a few words.

This is Qian Chen's largest expenditure since time travel.

It's a waste of money.

Bringing his things to the vicinity of the Ming and Qing palaces, Qian Chen found a place with a decent flow of people, but not likely to be caught by the management.

Made a simple sign.

Sell ​​words!

With his posture, he looks like a dog, and tourists who pass by will look at him a few more times.

Soon, the first business came.

A boy wearing glasses who looked like a college student walked up to him and asked, "Master, can you write any words?"

Qian Chen nodded.

"Can you use the imperial decree to order my girlfriend to marry me?"

Pfft, the curious girls next to me couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

There is still such a routine.

It is better to say that he is funny or romantic.

"It's absolutely fine to ask for an imperial decree. Our family will write one for you, but it's a bit expensive." Qian Chen nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Within the scope of business.

"How much is it?" The glasses brother asked impatiently.

"This is three thousand."

Qian Chen's lion opened his mouth wide.

The handsome guy turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, since you are the first one to ask for words today, I will give you a discount." Qian Chen stretched out his hand to stop the other party.

"That's expensive too..." the glasses brother was angrily.

"Hey, don't worry, just give me your two names, and I'll write it down for you to read. If you think it's suitable, you can give the money and take it away. If it's not suitable, you can break it up."

The glasses brother nodded and said the names of the two.

At this moment, many people have gathered in front of the small stall.

Qian Chen poured some ink and moistened the pen.

Pick up a pen and start writing.

Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said:
Heaven is virtuous, and adults are married. This week, Guican is virtuous and has not yet married.Jing Ran Tang, gentle and graceful, can be a good spouse.There is an auspicious day, and the marriage is faint and harmonious, so as to comfort my heart.

This!

A standard imperial decree was written.

There are seal characters and lower case.

Graceful, mellow and elegant, the layout is strange and positive, with ups and downs.

Man in glasses looking dumbfounded.

He has never learned calligraphy, but what Qian Chen wrote is too bluffing.

A few girls next to him also chirped.

They even started to envy this Tang Jingran.

"How?" Qian Chen was very proud.

Even his godfather was full of praise for his calligraphy.

"Dude, you are a cowhide."

The man with glasses took out his wallet and counted three of them, and put away the edict as if he had found a treasure.

I plan to confess when I get back.

If so.

This edict must be framed and hung in the most conspicuous place at home.

"The time for the stall is limited, so hurry up and write!" Qian Chen yelled at the top of his voice, without the embarrassment of being a performer at all.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

"I want to write the first poem and give it to my boyfriend. He likes poetry very much, is that okay?" A girl ran over.

"What do you want to write?" Qian Chen picked up the pen and spread out the paper.

"I...I won't remember for a while..."

Good guy, it turned out to be an empty-headed idiot girl.

Qian Chen didn't talk nonsense, just swiped his pen and wrote:
"Spring in Yulou Spring Hate" Yan Shu

Green Yangfangcao Changting Road.

It is easy to throw people away when you are young.

The dream at the top of the building is at five o'clock,
The bottom of the flower is separated from love and the rain in March.

Ruthless is not as passionate as suffering.

An inch is worth thousands of strands.

When the ends of the earth are endless,
There is only endless love.

"three hundred!"

"It's too expensive, little brother, is it okay to be eighty?"

"Eighty is not enough, I gave you such a cheap one just after opening..."

"Please, please~!"

"Take one hundred!"

"Thank you little brother!"

The girl put it away happily.

If Zhang Tielin knew the calligraphy he wanted to spend a lot of money on, he would sell it for 100 yuan a piece.

I don't know what it feels like in my heart.

Qian Chen was also very helpless.

He didn't want to waste time, time was too precious to him.

Here is the scenic spot.

Those who are willing to spend money are young people, and there may not be too much hesitation for a hundred and ten yuan.

Too high will not work.

Moreover, not every girl's boyfriend likes poetry.

After more than half an hour, Qian Chen sold another memorial, written by a young bald man to his boss.

Criticizing capitalists is inhumane.

I don't know if I dare to submit it.

Still only received 100 yuan.

For ordinary people, no matter how beautiful the handwriting is, it is not worth much money.

On the contrary, there are many people watching the fun.

Directly attracted the administrators.

As soon as Qian Chen put away the folded tables and stools, he took the bag and ran away.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

According to the memory of the original owner, there is a place to set up a stall at night near here.

But what he sells are words, which are too dark to read clearly.

Moreover, why do you buy words at night? Wouldn’t it be nice to spend this money on Santiao Street?

Where is Santiao Street?

The original owner does not seem to be very clear.

It always feels like a beautiful place to look forward to.

I sold three pieces of calligraphy for only 500 yuan.

After removing the capital, I only earn four hundred.

However, compared to being a group performer, this seems to come in faster.

Just no prospects.

Unless you can hold a calligraphy exhibition, then take the artist route.

It's a pity that those so-called masters who are sought after by others cannot be described in one word.

Changed to a different place, and the factory owner continued to set up a stall.

"Little brother, can you draw?"

A dwarf who looked more than 1.4 meters squatted in front of Qian Chen's booth.

Whoops, the loli type.

It's a pity that she looks like an aunt, so she can't seduce our family.

"It must be possible, but painting is too time-consuming, and you need to pay more."

"Two hundred paintings or not?"

"five hundred!"

"Just two hundred, you see how cute I am, I can let you add my QQ."

"Okay, two hundred is two hundred, but you can't add me on QQ."

"..."

Qian Chen spread out a piece of drawing paper, he let the girl sit on the ground, and began to draw characters.

In many time-travel novels, the protagonist travels back to ancient times. With the help of character sketches, he can always shock the ancient people and trick the princess and queen into bed.

In fact, the ancients were not stupid.

Art is constantly regressing with the improvement of productivity.

What ancient painters pursued was meaning.

Instead of a 1:1 reduction.

What he is painting now is a kind of artistic conception of masters in the Ming Dynasty.

He hummed while drawing again:
"Draw a group of girls to accompany me

Then draw beer and motorcycles
Draw the stove and firewood

Let's stew big goose in an iron pot~"

The guerrilla fight continued until noon.

A total of eight calligraphy and paintings were written, except for one of 300 and one of 200, all others were 100.

After deducting the cost, I earned 1000 yuan.

Back at Zheng Chuanhe's side at noon, he had the cheek to eat three bowls of rice.

After dinner, Zheng Chuanhe forced him to take a nap.

Only then did Qian Chen climb upstairs to where he lived.

The small attic had obviously been cleaned, a curtain was placed between the rice noodles, grain and oil, and there was an extra thick quilt on the bed.

My lord.

If there is a chance, I will also send you to the palace.

I only slept for two hours yesterday.

There was still a show at eight o'clock in the evening, so he caught up on another two hours of sleep.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

When he woke up, he was going to go out to buy the martial arts insurance, but Zheng Chuanhe stopped him.

"Little Chenzi, there is a show this afternoon..."

"Brother Zheng, as long as you give me the money, I will take any drama you want me to take."

"Can you be a little promising, if it's hard for you to take it too."

Zheng Chuanhe looked at Qian Chen in distaste, and suddenly felt that the arrogant Xiao Chenzi was more pleasing to the eye.

"There's nothing wrong with Guoti."

Qian Chen didn't take it seriously, he just showed it off.

Our family is now well capitalized.

Many of the passion shown on the big screen were done by doubles.

Then sign a non-disclosure agreement.

The leading actor then pretended to dedicate himself to art.

"Bah, why don't you go and shoot... Forget it," Zheng Chuanhe looked at his curious wife and daughter, and said sternly, "It's a job for a literary substitute. It was very obvious, so I had to reshoot, and the actors couldn't spare the time, so I used the text first, and cut out the pictures later."

"how much is it?"

"500 yuan, only a few shots, the address has been sent to you, hurry up and go."

Zheng Chuanhe waved his hand feebly.

This bridge hole effect is indeed too much.

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Chapter 5
After suing Zheng Chuanhe, Qian Chen didn't mention money.

If you mention it, you will see yourself outside!

He didn't pick up pigeons either.

In the service department, at the Hengpiao Hotel, there are not [-] or [-] people picking up pigeons.

No turn at all.

Moreover, ordinary group performances cost only 70 yuan for ten hours.

What is it enough for?

100 yuan can be exchanged for one hour.

In two days, there will be no "nonsense" talk.

Qian Chen chose to change a way to make money.

He bought a set of folding tables and folding chairs.

I gathered another set of writing tools, including pens and inks, and things like imperial edicts and memorials for writing.

Taking out his actor certificate, he cut the price down to one hundred in a few words.

This is Qian Chen's largest expenditure since time travel.

It's a waste of money.

Bringing his things to the vicinity of the Ming and Qing palaces, Qian Chen found a place with a decent flow of people, but not likely to be caught by the management.

Made a simple sign.

Sell ​​words!

With his posture, he looks like a dog, and tourists who pass by will look at him a few more times.

Soon, the first business came.

A boy wearing glasses who looked like a college student walked up to him and asked, "Master, can you write any words?"

Qian Chen nodded.

"Can you use the imperial decree to order my girlfriend to marry me?"

Pfft, the curious girls next to me couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

There is still such a routine.

It is better to say that he is funny or romantic.

"It's absolutely fine to ask for an imperial decree. Our family will write one for you, but it's a bit expensive." Qian Chen nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Within the scope of business.

"How much is it?" The glasses brother asked impatiently.

"This is three thousand."

Qian Chen's lion opened his mouth wide.

The handsome guy turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, since you are the first one to ask for words today, I will give you a discount." Qian Chen stretched out his hand to stop the other party.

"That's expensive too..." the glasses brother was angrily.

"Hey, don't worry, just give me your two names, and I'll write it down for you to read. If you think it's suitable, you can give the money and take it away. If it's not suitable, you can break it up."

The glasses brother nodded and said the names of the two.

At this moment, many people have gathered in front of the small stall.

Qian Chen poured some ink and moistened the pen.

Pick up a pen and start writing.

Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said:
Heaven is virtuous, and adults are married. This week, Guican is virtuous and has not yet married.Jing Ran Tang, gentle and graceful, can be a good spouse.There is an auspicious day, and the marriage is faint and harmonious, so as to comfort my heart.

This!

A standard imperial decree was written.

There are seal characters and lower case.

Graceful, mellow and elegant, the layout is strange and positive, with ups and downs.

Man in glasses looking dumbfounded.

He has never learned calligraphy, but what Qian Chen wrote is too bluffing.

A few girls next to him also chirped.

They even started to envy this Tang Jingran.

"How?" Qian Chen was very proud.

Even his godfather was full of praise for his calligraphy.

"Dude, you are a cowhide."

The man with glasses took out his wallet and counted three of them, and put away the edict as if he had found a treasure.

I plan to confess when I get back.

If so.

This edict must be framed and hung in the most conspicuous place at home.

"The time for the stall is limited, so hurry up and write!" Qian Chen yelled at the top of his voice, without the embarrassment of being a performer at all.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

"I want to write the first poem and give it to my boyfriend. He likes poetry very much, is that okay?" A girl ran over.

"What do you want to write?" Qian Chen picked up the pen and spread out the paper.

"I...I won't remember for a while..."

Good guy, it turned out to be an empty-headed idiot girl.

Qian Chen didn't talk nonsense, just swiped his pen and wrote:
"Spring in Yulou Spring Hate" Yan Shu

Green Yangfangcao Changting Road.

It is easy to throw people away when you are young.

The dream at the top of the building is at five o'clock,
The bottom of the flower is separated from love and the rain in March.

Ruthless is not as passionate as suffering.

An inch is worth thousands of strands.

When the ends of the earth are endless,
There is only endless love.

"three hundred!"

"It's too expensive, little brother, is it okay to be eighty?"

"Eighty is not enough, I gave you such a cheap one just after opening..."

"Please, please~!"

"Take one hundred!"

"Thank you little brother!"

The girl put it away happily.

If Zhang Tielin knew the calligraphy he wanted to spend a lot of money on, he would sell it for 100 yuan a piece.

I don't know what it feels like in my heart.

Qian Chen was also very helpless.

He didn't want to waste time, time was too precious to him.

Here is the scenic spot.

Those who are willing to spend money are young people, and there may not be too much hesitation for a hundred and ten yuan.

Too high will not work.

Moreover, not every girl's boyfriend likes poetry.

After more than half an hour, Qian Chen sold another memorial, written by a young bald man to his boss.

Criticizing capitalists is inhumane.

I don't know if I dare to submit it.

Still only received 100 yuan.

For ordinary people, no matter how beautiful the handwriting is, it is not worth much money.

On the contrary, there are many people watching the fun.

Directly attracted the administrators.

As soon as Qian Chen put away the folded tables and stools, he took the bag and ran away.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

According to the memory of the original owner, there is a place to set up a stall at night near here.

But what he sells are words, which are too dark to read clearly.

Moreover, why do you buy words at night? Wouldn’t it be nice to spend this money on Santiao Street?

Where is Santiao Street?

The original owner does not seem to be very clear.

It always feels like a beautiful place to look forward to.

I sold three pieces of calligraphy for only 500 yuan.

After removing the capital, I only earn four hundred.

However, compared to being a group performer, this seems to come in faster.

Just no prospects.

Unless you can hold a calligraphy exhibition, then take the artist route.

It's a pity that those so-called masters who are sought after by others cannot be described in one word.

Changed to a different place, and the factory owner continued to set up a stall.

"Little brother, can you draw?"

A dwarf who looked more than 1.4 meters squatted in front of Qian Chen's booth.

Whoops, the loli type.

It's a pity that she looks like an aunt, so she can't seduce our family.

"It must be possible, but painting is too time-consuming, and you need to pay more."

"Two hundred paintings or not?"

"five hundred!"

"Just two hundred, you see how cute I am, I can let you add my QQ."

"Okay, two hundred is two hundred, but you can't add me on QQ."

"..."

Qian Chen spread out a piece of drawing paper, he let the girl sit on the ground, and began to draw characters.

In many time-travel novels, the protagonist travels back to ancient times. With the help of character sketches, he can always shock the ancient people and trick the princess and queen into bed.

In fact, the ancients were not stupid.

Art is constantly regressing with the improvement of productivity.

What ancient painters pursued was meaning.

Instead of a 1:1 reduction.

What he is painting now is a kind of artistic conception of masters in the Ming Dynasty.

He hummed while drawing again:
"Draw a group of girls to accompany me

Then draw beer and motorcycles
Draw the stove and firewood

Let's stew big goose in an iron pot~"

The guerrilla fight continued until noon.

A total of eight calligraphy and paintings were written, except for one of 300 and one of 200, all others were 100.

After deducting the cost, I earned 1000 yuan.

Back at Zheng Chuanhe's side at noon, he had the cheek to eat three bowls of rice.

After dinner, Zheng Chuanhe forced him to take a nap.

Only then did Qian Chen climb upstairs to where he lived.

The small attic had obviously been cleaned, a curtain was placed between the rice noodles, grain and oil, and there was an extra thick quilt on the bed.

My lord.

If there is a chance, I will also send you to the palace.

I only slept for two hours yesterday.

There was still a show at eight o'clock in the evening, so he caught up on another two hours of sleep.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

When he woke up, he was going to go out to buy the martial arts insurance, but Zheng Chuanhe stopped him.

"Little Chenzi, there is a show this afternoon..."

"Brother Zheng, as long as you give me the money, I will take any drama you want me to take."

"Can you be a little promising, if it's hard for you to take it too."

Zheng Chuanhe looked at Qian Chen in distaste, and suddenly felt that the arrogant Xiao Chenzi was more pleasing to the eye.

"There's nothing wrong with Guoti."

Qian Chen didn't take it seriously, he just showed it off.

Our family is now well capitalized.

Many of the passion shown on the big screen were done by doubles.

Then sign a non-disclosure agreement.

The leading actor then pretended to dedicate himself to art.

"Bah, why don't you go and shoot... Forget it," Zheng Chuanhe looked at his curious wife and daughter, and said sternly, "It's a job for a literary substitute. It was very obvious, so I had to reshoot, and the actors couldn't spare the time, so I used the text first, and cut out the pictures later."

"how much is it?"

"500 yuan, only a few shots, the address has been sent to you, hurry up and go."

Zheng Chuanhe waved his hand feebly.

This bridge hole effect is indeed too much.

　Thank you for your recommendation votes and comments. Are there any new readers? I haven’t read our last book. Let me know

　　


(End of this chapter)