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Chapter 682 What Are You Talking About?

Mr. Qinghe's mansion.

At this moment, his servant Gray Monkey is waiting for him to put on a snow-white coat with wide sleeves.

The waist of the clothes fit well, and a simple jade belt was worn on it. With his flowing big sleeves and his hairstyle with only a wooden hairpin, he looked extraordinarily elegant and elegant.

He has the temperament of a noble literati.

"How is the preparation at Qinghe Residence?"

"Don't worry, sir, everything has been arranged long ago, just waiting for you to pass."

"Well, when is it?" Mr. Qinghe nodded, very calm.

"There are still more than two quarters of an hour before Sishi."

"Go get someone to pour me a cup of tea." Mr. Qing He, who was dressed, was not in a hurry, and found a place to sit down.

"Yes, sir, wait a moment."

Today is an important day. As the protagonist of this day, he must be the last to appear.

That way, it will attract everyone's attention.

Today, he enjoys the feeling of being looked at by many people with fanatical eyes of admiration.

It felt like ascending into the clouds, high above, and the whole body exuded a sense of satisfaction.

If he appeared too early, those so-called literati would chase after him and ask him many questions.

It's annoying.

"Sir, drink tea."

"Hmm." Mr. Qinghe took a sip of the teacup and was relieved, and asked again.

"I asked you to prepare the painting, are you ready?"

"Sir, please take a look, everything is ready." Gray Monkey took the two paintings to Mr. Qinghe and unfolded them.

"Okay, put it away." After glancing at the painting, Mr. Qinghe's mood suddenly changed.

It's not that the painting in front of me is not good.

On the contrary, the painting in front of him is too familiar to him. It is the painting style he is good at, with some Yishu style added.

Although he looked satisfied, this satisfaction also brought out the predicament that he couldn't paint at all.

Thinking of this, his heart became a little manic.

"Sir, I heard that a large number of people have gathered at the gate of Qinghe Residence. Many people have been waiting there before dawn in order to cheer you on."

Gray Monkey is Mr. Qinghe's confidant, and he knows what he cares most about, so after seeing that he was in a bad mood, he immediately changed the topic to his favorite point.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw Mr. Qinghe's mouth slightly raised, and there was a hint of complacency on his face.

"Well, they do have a heart."

Sitting and resting for a while, during the rest period, Mr. Qinghe even picked up the mirror beside him and practiced controlling his expression in front of the mirror.

When it was almost time, he got up and set off.

His family's house is not far from Qinghe Residence, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to go there by carriage.

When Mr. Qinghe's carriage arrived not far from the entrance of Qinghe Residence, he had just lifted the curtain of the carriage, and someone shouted:
"Look, Mr. Qinghe is here."

In an instant, the people around the door of Qinghe Residence immediately turned their eyes away.

"Mr. Qinghe, you are here."

"Great, you're finally here."

"So this is Mr. Qinghe? It really looks extraordinary."

"Naturally, this is the famous Mr. Qinghe! I admire him the most."

"Mr. Qinghe is not only good at painting, but also has a kind heart, which is really great."

"Mr. Qinghe, I want to worship you as my teacher!"

"..."

Thousands of eyes fell on him at the same time, and they were all fanatical worship and appreciation, and the comments were all praises, which made Mr. Qinghe feel very satisfied in an instant.

He showed a faint smile to everyone, waved his hand again, and then spoke.

"Thank you all for coming to support us. Qinghe couldn't help being grateful. In order to avoid accidents, please don't crowd and rank them one by one."

"Mr. Qinghe is really kind and careful."

"That's right, he is worried about us. That's great. No matter what happens today, I will buy the Dream of Red Mansions painted by Mr. Qinghe himself."

"I am me too."

"..."

Hearing the words of the people next to him, Mr. Qinghe's smile became more pure, kind and peaceful.

Today's Qinghe Residence has been cleaned up in advance, and the space on the first floor appears to be very spacious.

All the things that had been placed on the first floor had been removed long ago, leaving only a few tables and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

On the left table was of course a rush-printed picture book of Dream of the Red Chamber drawn by himself.

The quality of the painting books of A Dream of Red Mansions placed in different positions is different.

In addition, there is a box with an opening on the side.

On the top of the box is pasted the three big characters of Chong'an Temple.

The meaning is obvious, the money they sold for the painting book of A Dream of Red Mansions today will be put into the box under the witness of everyone.

After these painting books of Dream of the Red Chamber are sold out, Mr. Qinghe will seal the box under the eyes of everyone, and then hand it over to the monk representatives from Chong'an Temple in public.

Over time, the monks of Chong'an Temple will take this sum of donations back home, use the money to repair Chong'an Temple, and pray for peace and prosperity to everyone present today.

This is a good thing for everyone present.

Not only can they buy the masterpieces of Mr. Qinghe they admire the most, but they can also witness Mr. Qinghe's true face.

Even with the money I bought the script, I donated it to Chong'an Temple as incense money, and I can also get blessings from Chong'an Temple, and I have the opportunity to draw Mr. Qinghe's paintings.

For them, this is simply a matter of killing multiple birds with one stone.

After Mr. Qinghe walked to Qinghe Juli, the time was almost fixed at Sishi.

Mr. Qinghe stared at everyone's expectant eyes, and said a few very grandiose words.

Those words were righteous and sincere, and they sounded very sincere, which moved everyone present.

After speaking briefly, Mr. Qinghe went in and found a place to sit down, and then ordered the servants in Qinghe Juli to start arranging to register and sell books in the order that people outside lined up.

In Mr. Qinghe's mind, the next step is that the people in line walk in one by one to choose the type of picture book they want to buy, then pay for registration, and finally leave.

But the reality turned out to be somewhat different from what he thought.

The first person wore a washed-out white shirt, and he also had a frail scholarly air about him.

When he walked in, he first gave Mr. Qinghe a look of admiration, and then walked to the common area excitedly and paid five taels of silver.

Then because I was too excited, when I took the painting book of A Dream of Red Mansions, my right hand trembled a little.

That movement, that expression really pleased Mr. Qinghe.

It's just that he was not happy to the end, when he heard the first scholar who came in to buy the scriptures speak with a strange expression on his face.

"Huh? Why is there only Mr. Qinghe's name on it, but no Mr. Li Jinbai's signature?"

Hearing his question, the man standing over there selling the scriptures answered.

"This painting was originally made by Mr. Qinghe himself, and Mr. Qinghe's name is naturally printed on it. Is there a problem?"

Hearing the naturalness in the man's tone, the scholar glanced at the man with a puzzled expression, and then continued to ask.

"Is there no problem? According to the No. 70 three provisions of the Daqi National Law that was first promulgated and posted by the Daqi Kingdom, any second creation of a work that is not signed by the author needs to obtain the author's permission."

"If you create, modify and sell other people's works without your permission, you will be punished."

"Punishment is that all works without permission will be destroyed, and they will also be punished. By the way, I will be compensated 5000 taels of silver, and I will apologize in public."

"Those who secretly bought and sold this work will also be caught and fined."

"Your painting book does not have the signature of Mr. Li Jinbai, does it mean that this painting book has not been approved by Mr. Li Jinbai?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present, including Mr. Qinghe, were completely stunned.

What?What did the scholar say?
Why does it feel like they don't understand at all?
There are so many different versions of the painting books of Dream of the Red Chamber circulating on the market, none of them must have been approved by Mr. Li Jinbai.

Why haven't those people been caught, beaten and punished?

"What nonsense are you talking about? There is nothing at all." The book seller's face turned cold.

From the book seller's point of view, this person must have been deliberately sent by their opponents to tarnish their family's reputation.

Who made their family's Mr. Qinghe famous.

"Why not? This is a regulation issued by the government. The regulation has the official seal on it. Could it be a lie?" The scholar looked puzzled.

"Where did you see these things? Is there evidence?" At this moment, the gray monkey beside Mr. Qinghe came back and asked.

"It's on the notice board at the gate of the government office. I saw it when I passed by in the morning. It's impossible to read it wrong."

Hearing what the scholar said, the gray monkey waved to a boy next to him, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

The young fellow nodded repeatedly, then went out from the back door of Qinghe Residence, and walked straight to the gate of the official mansion.

After all, the consequences of this matter are very serious, so Gray Monkey and everyone present have to pay attention to it.

During the waiting time, the people standing in line outside started talking one by one.

"What's going on? When did such a regulation come out? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"I don't know either. The scholar didn't mean to lie on purpose, did he?"

"No way? Does he have the guts to tell such a lie in front of so many people? Isn't he afraid of being drowned by everyone's spit?"

"If this is true, have we waited for so long for nothing?"

"Ah, no, I really like Mr. Qinghe's paintings, and I want to buy a copy of his painting books even in my dreams."

"I don't think it matters. Mr. Qinghe is so powerful, he must also know Mr. Li Jinbai, and he will tell Mr. Li Jinbai when the time comes."

"That's right, maybe Mr. Qinghe's painting book has already been approved and approved by Mr. Li Jinbai?"

"If that's the case, why didn't Mr. Qinghe say anything? Why did you ask everyone to wait here?"

"What do you know, Mr. Qinghe is looking for someone to understand this matter, so that he can give everyone an accurate explanation, so that everyone can rest assured."

"I see, Mr. Qinghe is really kind."

"Who said it wasn't."

"Hey, what do people in the government do every day? It's so annoying."

"Shh, you're crazy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)