The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 32

"What?"

Ye Jian paused for a while while patting his clothes, showing a little bewildered.

"I recently received a big order."

The guy trotted to the front: "The reward is very high, he is a very famous author, and he specified the new book for your daughter to draw illustrations."

"Is the shopkeeper here?"

Ye Jian's eyes lit up, and he followed the buddy into the bookshop.

"exist."

The buddy walked quickly and led the people directly to the backyard.

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In the private room in the backyard, when the shopkeeper saw Ye Jian, he was more enthusiastic than the waiter. He personally picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"These are two manuscripts drawn by Xiaonvxin."

Ye Jian took out the manuscript and illustrations from the bamboo tube and put them on the coffee table.

*
"Brother Ye Family."

The shopkeeper flipped through the illustrations one by one, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was a pity: "Your daughter only draws two manuscripts a month, which is really too little. Now more and more people come to ask for paintings, and her reputation is getting bigger and bigger. The author is willing to pay several times the price to expedite the schedule."

What my daughter said is right, rare goods can be lived in, and the fewer the paintings, the more people are sought after.

If there are too many paintings, they become the coolies of the book shop, being squeezed by others, and no one cares about them.

Remembering what his daughter said, Ye Jian smiled honestly twice, but didn't answer.

"Hi."

The shopkeeper looked at him indifferently, his forehead hurt suddenly, and his eyelids were cramped.

"Let's not talk about other authors. Bai Xiaosong's books are all bestsellers."

The clerk smiled and chimed in: "He appointed your daughter to draw illustrations. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you draw well, you will become famous. Your daughter's market will also rise, and her future remuneration will more than double."

"Yes, brother Ye family."

The shopkeeper closed the manuscript, and said earnestly: "Listen to my elder brother's advice, Bai Xiaosong's order must be accepted no matter what, and as soon as possible. If the painting is finished this month, the bookstore is willing to let some of the benefits, and the remuneration will be four or six. You six, we four."

The buddy cracked his calculations: "Bai Xiaosong is willing to pay ten times the price to expedite the drawing. Originally, one illustration was one tael, but now it is ten taels. A book manuscript has ten paintings, 100 taels. The shopkeeper's concession. You account for 60%, and you can earn [-] taels per order, why not do it?"

60 two!
Ye Jian's eyes lit up, his heart moved, but he didn't let go of his mouth: "My daughter is young, so she spends a lot of time and energy on drawing, revising and revising, and she can't draw one in a day. Even if I want to take it, there are only ten days left in this month. The time is running out, and it must be too late."

The shopkeeper was so anxious that he wanted to vomit blood: "The book shop will give you another profit, you will be seven and I will be three, will this work for the head office?"

Ye Jian rubbed his nose: "If you pay half of the deposit in advance."

"Little Li, hurry up, go to the cashier to pay 35 taels of banknote."

The shopkeeper didn't wait for him to finish, and hurriedly urged the waiter: "By the way, and, together with the payment for these two books, ten taels of silver, bring them here."

"Okay."

The buddy grinned and ran away in a hurry.

"Shopkeeper, this time is a special case."

After a cup of tea, Ye Jian left the private room with 35 taels of silver, ten taels of silver, and a brand new manuscript, chattering as he walked.

"Don't tell other authors that my daughter is young and can't take so many orders. She stays up all night painting, and if she wears herself down, as parents, we should die of love."

"to make."

The shopkeeper gritted his gums and agreed, thinking that the white money was gone like this, and his heart ached.

　Thank you little fairy sand sculpture old orange cat for your reward.

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(End of this chapter)