money player

Tang Yiying chewed Zhao Gao for a while, and she felt a little better, but she didn't want to continue the topic with Xian Yaowen. She pointed to a pile of tea bowls placed separately on the floor, "These are old Tang collections from the East. The original owners were Ashikaga Yoshimasa, Oda Nobunaga, Sen no Rikyu, and Matsudaira Fumai. They can only be sold at a high price if they are sold in the East."

Xian Yaowen glanced at the tea bowls. Most of them looked crudely made. Even he, a half-baked expert, could make better ones. Only one had a black background with white spots, and gold and silver patterns emerged from the glaze like oil drops. It still didn't look very good, but he recognized it as a Jian tea bowl produced by Jian Kiln, which is also known as Oil-Drop Tianmu in Japan.

"In the past two years, many Japanese families have been selling off their ancestral property, and all kinds of antiques are flying around. Now that life is getting better, not many people have the money to collect these items, and they can't be sold at a good price. You give me an estimate and I'll buy them myself."

Tang Yiying asked in surprise: "You bought it?"

"Ah."

"If you want to keep it, just take it. Why do you need to buy it?"

"I also have a woman in Tokyo. Giving these things to her may be of some use in the future. It's better to buy them, rather than take them."

Tang Yiying said with a smile: "You have calculated it very clearly. You can take all the 50,000 yuan."

"Are you sure it's a real thing?"

"Tangwu means things that the Japanese bought from us. Do you think I am mistaken?"

"I mean the original owner."

"It can't be wrong." Tang Yiying pointed at the oil-drop Tianmu, "Only this one I'm not sure about. The original owner may be Toyotomi Hideyoshi's nephew Toyotomi Hidetsugu. The value is very different if it is or not. You can let Dongyangpo find a way to verify it herself."

"Oh, do you know whose paintings the Japanese like?"

"Liang Kai, Muxi, Shen Zhou, Wen Zhengming, Bada Shanren, and the living Fu Baoshi and Qi Baishi."

"Where's Su Dongpo?"

"Su Dongpo is not known for his painting skills."

"Please take some. I want it."

"Fu Baoshi and Qi Baishi also want it?"

"The ghost shrimp and the car shrimp are two kinds of shrimps that are unique to Japan. If you have the channels, place an order with Qi Baishi and ask him to paint these two kinds of shrimps. Remember to ask him to take a photo of the person and the painting."

Tang Yiying frowned and said, "Qi Baishi is not a street vendor selling shrimps. He will sell them to you if you pay."

"Do you think I don't respect him enough?"

"That's what it means."

"When I paid Qi Baishi to paint a picture, it was a transaction. I was the buyer. When I asked for an additional photo, Qi Baishi could have refused directly, or asked for more money, or he could have thought that I had the potential to become a big customer and gave it to me as a bonus.

You think I don't respect him, it's just that you agree in your heart that it is reasonable for a big store to bully customers, and that customers should kneel down and offer money with both hands, and then he will paint according to his mood. If he is in a good mood, he will draw a few strokes; if he is in a bad mood, he will draw a straight line to deliver the goods.

Then there's nothing wrong with customers bullying the store, right?
Since he is selling paintings, he is a businessman and should accept the changes in supply and demand. If he asks for more, Qi Baishi is Old Qi; if he asks for less, he is Old Qi Tou. If he asks for nothing, he can only kneel on the street and sell his head.

Gentlemen of all ages, I, Old Qitou, have been painting shrimps for many years. Today, I am here to perform a show of painting shrimps with my feet. If I, Old Qitou, perform well, please be kind enough to give me a sesame cake.

Tang Yiying chuckled and said, "You really know how to mistreat people."

"If Qi Baishi had not gone out five times and returned five times, his painting skills would not have improved; if Chen Shizeng had not taken his paintings to Japan and sold them at high prices, he would not have achieved success outside the country; if Xu Beihong had not given him academic status, he would not have the status he has today.

In such a large country as China, there are so many people with high painting skills. Even among those who paint shrimps, Qi Baishi may not be the best. Why is Qi Baishi famous instead of Qi Heishi?

Qi Baishi could rise from a carpenter to a master, and you can rise from a slut to a master... Hey, hey, hey, stop touching me."

"I'll strangle you to death if you talk nonsense."

Xian Yaowen stroked the soft flesh on his wrist that had been twisted. "You really don't know how to control your strength. Fortunately, I have practiced, otherwise you would have broken it."

"Are you made of water?"

"Stop making a fuss." Xian Yaowen waved his hand. "Painters are not gods, they are also human beings. They cannot live without grains and cereals every day. Qiu Ying, Lan Ying, Wen Zhengming, Zheng Banqiao, Ren Bonian, and many more are too numerous to mention. Which of them was not promoted by wealthy businessmen?
Zheng Banqiao was the most thorough. His paintings were the hard currency for bribes from salt merchants. It should be said that the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou were all cultural brands promoted by the Yangzhou salt merchants.

Giving gold and silver as gifts is vulgar and can easily lead to the Manchus being caught by the pigtails. Giving paintings is more elegant. The Manchus have had enough of playing with them, so they send their bondservants to take them to the Salt Treasure House. They pay 10,000 taels per foot, and they are fair to everyone.

"What do you want to say? It's easy to find a painter, but it's hard to find a mentor."

Xian Yaowen nodded, "That's about what I mean. All works of art are inseparable from the word speculation. Qi Baishi is old and he won't live for many more years. This basically guarantees that his works will only maintain the current figures.

Qi Baishi was born in a humble family. Before he was fifty, he was just a farmer and a carpenter. According to the mainland, he was a typical proletarian. His transformation from a carpenter to a master is very inspiring. If the mainland wants to promote a painter as a model, he can be said to be the best choice. "

"Are you saying that Qi Baishi's paintings still have a lot of room for appreciation?"

"It should be said that Qi Baishi has a lot of room for speculation, and the prices of his paintings are easy to drive up. The only drawback is that there are too many of his works in existence, and they need to be classified into different levels to further increase their scarcity."

"Paintings from different periods have different painting levels and prices."

"Qi Baishi's painting level should not be classified by period, but by whether or not he has it. If we have it, our level is high; if we don't have it, our level is low."

"You're just dreaming. There are so many paintings by Qi Baishi handed down from generation to generation. How can we do it?"

Xian Yaowen pinched Tang Yiying's cheek and said, "I'll call you 'Bifang'. My hands are itching now. Can I hit you?"

"You..." Just as she was about to choke, Tang Yiying reacted in an instant, "You were just using an analogy."

She thought for a moment and said, "If we start before the painter becomes famous, your method is not impossible."

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "It's not challenging to start from scratch. You can find a famous practitioner to practice with."

"Who?"

"Zhang Daqian."

"Him?" Tang Yiying hesitated for a moment, "I don't have any friendship with him."

“Acquaintances all start out as strangers.”

"But Zhang Daqian is very famous, so it's not easy to deal with him."

Xian Yaowen turned and walked towards the dining room. "Girls can't be eighteen every year, but there are eighteen-year-old girls every year. Their faces will age. They should plan for their future while they are young."

Tang Yiying understood everything immediately and said with a laugh, "You want me to take advantage of Xu Wenbo?"

Xian Yaowen stopped and turned back. "I'm not plotting anything. We're just friends with the same interests. Driving up the price is good for everyone involved. Let's give it a try. Just treat it as a practice."

"Okay, I'll try."

"Eat, Jingyan, eat."

After he finished speaking, Xian Yaowen went into the kitchen and took a look. He saw that the dishes on the small dining table were basically the same as those on the dining table in the dining room, except that there was one less turtle soup and one more stir-fried turtle meat, a very large plate. He estimated that the turtle weighed about twelve or thirteen pounds. It should be a spotted softshell turtle, as the Chinese softshell turtle could not grow that big.

The Yangtze giant softshell turtle and the Chinese softshell turtle look similar, but their numbers are less than those of the Chinese softshell turtle, and their prices are also far lower. In a few decades, the Yangtze giant softshell turtle will become endangered.

If they are bred and reproduced secretly, and then their nutritional value is hyped up, it won't take many years for them to become extinct, and the price will be hyped up to a sky-high level. Then, they can quietly ship out the goods, make a monopoly money for a while, and then start selling seeds and seedlings, make a lot of money and run away.

Not only did he make money, he also saved a species, and his contribution was at least 14 billion Sakyamunis.

A golden idea for making money flashed through Xian Yaowen's mind, but it was only a flash. He just treated it as a brain exercise and his mind immediately returned to eating.

After chatting with his third sister for a while, he sat in the dining room and waited for a while before Lin Wanzhen came back.

Put the bowls aside and start eating.

After tucking Lin Wanzhen's skirt, Xian Yaowen said, "Go to the editorial office of Taisugar's Wild Wind this afternoon and tell them that I want a love story. The hero's name is Ouyang Yunlai, and his identity is random. The heroine's name is Hao Xinru, and her identity is a country girl from Tainan who came to Taipei to find a job.

Hao Xinru first worked as a garment worker in the Huaguang Garment Factory in Sanchung, Taipei County. Later, she was promoted to a clerk in the Huaguang Garment Office at No. 26 Yanping South Road. At the end of the story, she became the marketing manager of Huaguang Garment (Taiwan).

A few requirements:

1. The name and address of Huaguang Garment must be clearly stated in the text.

Second, the male protagonist is wearing a shirt, trousers and leather shoes. This must be described at least twice in the text, and it must be when the plot is about to reach its climax. Other clothes can be omitted.

Third, I want a sweet love story for readers aged 14 to 45. The union of Ouyang Yunlai and Hao Xinru may have some ups and downs, but the ending must be perfect.

It focuses more on love than reality, and all plots serve love, and can be appropriately detached from reality.

These are the requirements. Once you have written the opening chapter, bring it to me for review. If the story is accepted, I will pay you 100 yuan per thousand words. But you need to pay attention to the length. It is best to finish it at or words, and the upper limit is no more than words. "

Lin Wanzhen was dumbfounded when she heard that the royalties were so high. She was considered a literary young woman and had some understanding of newspaper and magazine royalties. The average person would get 5 to 10 yuan per thousand words for a contribution, while well-known writers would get three times that to 15 to 30 yuan. Editorials or columns would get even higher at 50 to 100 yuan. These were the prices for short stories, and the highest royalties usually had no practical significance.

If you are publishing a book, the royalties for a debut work are 5-10 yuan, and there is even a phenomenon of "paying with books". The publishing house will deduct the royalties based on the book's list price multiplied by the number of copies, and the author can cash in the books himself.

Basically, in Taiwan, only authors of Liang Shiqiu's caliber are eligible to hope to make a living through writing. Below him, only a small group of authors can support their families purely through royalties, and the vast majority of authors can only regard writing as a part-time job or a hobby.

In addition, even someone as talented as Liang Shiqiu could rarely get a royalty of 100 yuan per thousand words. Xian Yaowen asked for 100 yuan per thousand words, which can be said to have directly hit the ceiling of Taiwan's royalty fees.

Because of this, Lin Wanzhen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Boss, you don't have to pay so much for the manuscript. 15 yuan per thousand words is already very high."

"Yes." Jin Jingyan said: "Hong Kong doesn't pay that much for manuscripts. Xu Jing's manuscript fee is only 30 Hong Kong dollars per thousand words."

Xian Yaowen smiled at Jin Jingyan and said, "The first money I made in Hong Kong was from running a newspaper."

"The Thirteenth Yao?"

"Yes." Xian Yaowen nodded, "Just as people outside speculated, I was the boss behind Thirteen Yao. I don't understand literature, but I know how to make money."

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Wanzhen and said, "First, I approve of your questioning behavior. Please continue to do so. Secondly, convey it as I say, and then quietly observe how things develop. When it is over, you'd better be able to figure out why I pay such a high fee."

Lin Wanzhen is not very smart, but she is very diligent. As soon as Xian Yaowen finished speaking, her mind started working.

Xian Yaowen concentrated on eating, and when he was about 60% full, he went for a walk in the garden.

Chen Changtong said he would come in the afternoon. He originally thought he would arrive at one or two o'clock, but he didn't expect that it would be half past four. It was so close to dinner time, so one can roughly imagine what the scene would be like next.

I don't know how Chen Changtong got here, but I got in his car and directed Qi Longque to drive towards Zhongshan North Road. We drove around in circles and finally stopped at the door of a Japanese-style courtyard.

Chen Changtong went forward and knocked on the gate. After a while, the door was opened and the two entered the garden. Xian Yaowen looked around and saw four women sitting at an outdoor table on the lawn. Two of them looked familiar. He had seen them in the cafeteria of Bank of Taiwan. They were the more beautiful female employees of Bank of Taiwan that he had ever seen.

He muttered secretly, "Not bad, at least she's a finance girl."

Walking through the garden and into the living room, he immediately saw Yu Guohua sitting on the sofa and playing chess with someone. He couldn't see the face of the person opposite him, and the back of his head didn't look familiar either.

"Mr. Xian, here we come." (End of this chapter)