Tibetan Sea Pearl

The room was dark and gloomy. Su Qing came from the courtyard, as if he had entered another world. If the pawn who led the way hadn't told him that the old postman was inside, he would have thought there was no one there.

An old man with gray hair, wearing an old shirt that was washed white, stood with his back to the person, standing in front of the desk and looking at the paintings on the wall.

There is a picture of a beauty hanging on the gray wall, the posture of Shen Yun is lifelike, the breeze blows the scroll, and the beauty in the painting is also swaying.

Old Yicheng's eyes and heart were all on that painting, and he didn't notice the sound of footsteps at all.

Su Qing stood at the door, stopped and did not come in.

After a long time, an old and hoarse voice came from the house, "You are here."

Only then did Su Qing approach and salute, "I've seen Mr. Yi Cheng."

There was no one else in the room, only the old Yi Cheng, who turned around and asked with a frown, "Did you draw this painting?"

Su Qing nodded, "It's Xiaosheng."

"Thank you for your attention." The old Yicheng pointed to the painting on the wall, "I used such a good drawing paper and hired someone to frame it. This painting must have cost a lot of money."

The old Yicheng's tone was relaxed and humorous, which made people laugh, but Su Qing couldn't laugh at this time, but felt sad, "I painted the painting myself, and I also mounted it myself. I learned how to frame, and it didn’t cost much money, only a little money for drawing paper.”

The old Yi Cheng was a little surprised when he heard that, and took a look at him, "I put my heart into it, the painting looks very similar to my little girl."

Su Qing looked up at the people in the painting. The people in the painting looked very similar to her father, especially Shen Yun.

The old Yicheng was looking up and down at the young man in front of him. The young man had delicate features, his face was as white as jade, and his face was still a little green. He couldn't remember what happened to his daughter when he was a child. The young man had no impression.

The daughter is about the same age as the boy, and the old Yicheng is in a mess, his thoughts are wandering, and he feels a sense in his heart. If the daughter can raise her as she wishes, she will be seventeen or eighteen years old. She is already married and has a child. He may even have a grandson in her arms. .

The old Yi Cheng stopped the distracting thoughts in his heart again and again, and suddenly said, "You gave me this painting, and you begged me again. Tell me, what do you want to ask me for?"

Su Qing withdrew his gaze and looked at the old Yicheng sincerely, "I want to do business with Nanhuo."

Before he finished speaking, a loud reprimand came, "Come on, tie him up for me."

Su Qing couldn't help but to react, two people suddenly came out of the quiet room, one of whom Su Qing knew was the guide just now.

Su Qing was a scholar before, and his hands and feet were not as strong as those of the National People's Congress who had been doing handyman all the year round, so he was quickly held down on the table.

"Young Master Su, I've offended you." The pawn who led the way just now went looking for the rope mercilessly, and he was obviously polite when he came.

Su Qing leaned on the table, turned her head away, did not expect that the old Yicheng was such a person, he did one thing in front of the other, and on the surface sent someone to tell him that there was a tribute boat, but when he came, he actually set up a trap secretly. No wonder for many years, many people tried to follow the old Yicheng's path but failed.

"What kind of a man is he who plays dirty tricks behind his back?" Su Qing is a scholar, well-versed in the etiquette of the Book of Songs, and can't swear other ugly words.

"Of course I'm not a hero. What do I want to be a hero?" The old man in front of him laughed, "You think that if you draw a pretty good picture, you can follow my path, then you underestimate me too much." gone."

The pawn found the rope, feeling a little excited inside, and asked the old Yicheng, "Do you want to tie it now?"

"You don't need to tie it up." Old Yicheng waved his hand.

Listening to the conversation between the old Yicheng and the pawn, Su Qing hesitated. He was right when he just came in. The old Yicheng looked at the painting, his eyes were bright, and there was light in his eyes. , Lao Yi Cheng looked at it so seriously, he really liked this painting, he obviously liked it very much, why did his expression change in a blink of an eye.

Su Qing didn't know what was wrong, was his painting not good enough?

For his Danqing, Su Qing is very confident.

He is a disciple of an eminent monk in Nanhua Temple, and his fine brushwork is comparable to that of painters outside.

Su Qing lay on the table with three points of bewilderment and three points of resentment, and looked at the old Yi Cheng, "Master Yi Cheng, I admit that I have selfish intentions. I have known your daughter since childhood. She is only half a year younger than me. I gave you this painting not to take into account the past affection, nor to make you think of others and miss your daughter better when you look at the painting."

"Really?" Old Yicheng smiled slightly, "Tell me, what are you doing for?"

"I just want to open your door and get southern goods from you." Su Qing raised his head and said.

After speaking, he let out a sigh of relief, and when he said something, his heart felt happy. He didn't need to hide it. He didn't care what the old Yi Cheng thought of him, and he wasn't afraid. The old Yi Cheng didn't dare to do anything to him.

The worst consequence is to cut off the old Yicheng's connection like everyone else.

"Be honest with me." The pawn behind him patted Su Qing's head hard, and pressed Su Qing's back and wrist hard, making him unable to move.

A burst of pain came, Su Qing gritted her teeth, didn't say a word, and smiled, "No wonder people outside say that you are an old stubborn, rotten wood can't be carved, business can't be done, love can't be done, business can't be done, we are still friends, Why bother to cut off your own way out."

The young man in front of him was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was well-mannered, and he had also learned how to be a businessman. The shopping mall is a big dye vat, and anyone who goes in will be dyed.

He regarded this as a transaction, and the old Yicheng asked very sadly, "How much money do you have in your hand, do you want to do business with Nanhuo?"

"6000 taels." Su Qing said.

The old Yi Cheng looked up to the sky and smiled, "6000 taels, you want to sell southern goods in a whimsical way, who gave you such courage."

If you want to do business in southern goods, who doesn't start with tens of thousands of taels of silver? Su Qing will be gnawed to the bone by others.

Su Qing remained silent. What the old Yi Cheng didn't know was that 6000 taels of the 3000 taels were borrowed.

The old Yi Cheng glanced at the two pawns beside him.

The pawn understood and let go of Su Qing.

Su Qing gently rubbed her wrists, stood up straight, her body was as straight as a bamboo, "The road is made step by step, and the business is also made step by step. No one can do it overnight." Ignoring the complicated eyes of everyone, everyone step out.

Ever since he was a child, he has never been tied up before. Su Qing couldn't bear this humiliation. He gritted his teeth and walked out step by step, two steps and three steps. When he walked out of this gate, he pretended he had never been here before. here.

He looked ahead, as if he saw the eyes of a girl, with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes.

When he walked to the door, his steps faltered, he turned around and looked back.

"Master Yicheng."

The old Yicheng who was giving orders to the pawns looked over in surprise, "What else do you need?"

"I forgot my painting." Su Qing pointed to the painting on the wall, "Since your lord doesn't like it, I'll take it back."

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