King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

Chapter 120 Lin Jiumian: My lord, what kind of expression is that on your face!

"Moshang is like jade, a gentleman is unparalleled in the world, good, great!" Lin Jiumian couldn't help admiring, his eyes almost bent into crescent moons!

Lin Jiumian's words hadn't hit the ground yet, and Jun Wentian on the side suddenly felt a little cold.

Turning his head to look, he saw Jun Wumo's dark face at a glance.

Lin Jiumian didn't look at Jun Wumo at all, she walked up to Mr. Mo Yu, clasped her fists and said:
"You are Mr. Moyu, right? Lin Jiumian, I have long admired you!"

Mo Yu stood up and returned the gift!

Lin Jiumian sat down opposite him.

"You wrote this poem?" Mo Yu asked straight to the point.

Although he is a gentle and elegant person, he has a very cold feeling since he entered this room.

Therefore, Mo Yu didn't want to stay in this room any longer.

He planned to ask and leave immediately.

Lin Jiumian didn't talk nonsense, and directly showed his cards: "Yes, that's right, I wrote it, and it was written for you!"

Mo Yu was slightly stunned!

"Excuse me, ma'am!"

"What do you mean by that!"

Lin Jiumian replied: "People in the world say that you are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but may I ask Mr. Mo Yu, do you have a favorite?"

Mo Yu was slightly stunned!

Lin Jiumian continued: "Mr. Moyu will not enter the official career, enter the military camp, or take the road of merchants, so where does Mr. Moyu's career come from?"

Mo Yu frowned!

Lin Jiumian paused deliberately after speaking this time, and then continued:
"As far as I know, Mr. Moyu doesn't have an enviable background and backing, and he doesn't want to be contaminated by the dust of this world. You are handsome, elegant and clear now, but what if it's ten years from now!"

"Could it be that you want to find a rich woman to come and be your son-in-law?"

Mo Yu's face was ashen.

Jun Wentian's eyes are about to pop out, Lin Jiumian's words are so sharp!

Just when Mo Yu's face was ugly, Lin Jiumian said again:
"That's why I wrote this poem for you, just to tell you that you can use other people's hands to do what you don't want to do, but must do!"

Mo Yu was stunned!
Lin Jiumian paused and parted her lips and said, "For example, make money!"

"You don't want the smoke and dust of the world to insult your elegance, it's okay, I will replace you!"

"I'm very vulgar. I don't love anything in the world, I only love money!"

"I'll make money for you, you continue to maintain your elegance and calmness, and you continue to be your Moyu son."

Mo Yu frowned, no one in this world loves money.

If you really didn't care about these things, you would have really become a monk and become an ascetic monk long ago.

However, even if you love money, how to make money is a science.

Lin Jiumian was right, Mo Yu really didn't want to tarnish her reputation because of money.

If it were changed to a popular saying nowadays, it would be: I want to be a female cousin, but I also want to set up a memorial archway!
Mo Yu thought a lot at this moment, and finally asked calmly: "So, what does the girl need Mo Yu for?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, if someone gives you a way to make money, gives you money, and earns money for you, then you have to give something to them!

Mo Yu is very clear about this.

Lin Jiumian smiled: "As long as you are willing to subtly help me with publicity, you can be the spokesperson of our Liulifang!"

Mo Yu frowned. He understood what Lin Jiumian meant, which was to use their Liulifang products to promote them!

Some merchants approached him to do this kind of thing before, but they only gave him a hundred and ten taels of silver, so he didn't think it was interesting!
If Lin Jiumian said the same thing, it doesn't matter whether he agrees or not.

However, the three words of spokesperson do not seem to be that simple!

(End of this chapter)