Zhao Mengfu has Yu Juan's father Yu Daocheng as a million-dollar reward, which is naturally the largest amount, which is understandable.

However, Yu Xuanji's income is also too small.

"Sister, are you really not interested in the private brewery?"

Mai Xiaoji was a little unwilling, because 7,000 points to Yu Xuanji was ten grams of red envelopes, and he had prepaid more than that.

"Don't mention it, I'm not reconciled. There are really a lot of clicks, and on the surface, there are more than the Ou Bo San people and the Taohuaan monks, but they just refuse to give rewards. I also paid for this special publicity, but the effect is like this, speaking of which, even if I lose the part I made, I don't have my personal share of the 7,000, so give it all to her. ”

Sympathetic valence!

Why is it so miserable, Mai Xiaoji doesn't know how to comfort Yu Xuanji.

was distracted, Yu Juan said again, "Xiaoji, how does my sister treat you?"

"It's no different from my own sister!"

"Talking light. Xiaoji, my dad is not in good health, and now he has lovesickness, and he doesn't think about tea and dinner all day, and I look really anxious. ”

That's it!

"Sister, it's not me saying you, the old man has been lonely for so many years, and children should not block his right to pursue happiness. Find a stepmother, you can not only relieve boredom, but also take care of him, how good!"

My dad is a hardcore Zhao Fan'er, no, it's almost his seventieth birthday, and he is not satisfied with how to handle it. Xiao Ji, Sister Shu, please beg you, ask for a piece of calligraphy of the Ou Bo San people, such an old person, looking at that calligraphy photo stupidly all day long. In my heart, it's very unpleasant. On the other end of the phone, Yu Juan cried and choked up: "Xiaoji, money is not a problem, 100,200,000 yuan, although the Ou Bo San people bid, let him write a letter for the old man." My dad has been in poor health, and I'm afraid that if he goes on like this, he will leave me early. ”

To say that in the past, Mai Xiaoji couldn't help and seemed to be indifferent. But now it's different, with the express function, it's a matter of minutes.

"Sister, I am also working tirelessly to communicate with these people, and my mouth has become thinner. Actually, that pair of words, Ou Bosan people have already mailed it to me, and I will send it to Yu Lao today!" Mai Xiaoji said.

"Really? Great, you don't need to frame it, just leave it untouched. By the way, Xiaoji, how much is it?"

"No money!"

I really can't ask for it, Yu Lao has already rewarded.

On the phone, I heard Yu Juan laughing happily, and there was a jumping voice, urging Mai Xiaoji to send her the mail by express mail, and it would arrive tomorrow.

Zhao Mengfu divided it into forty percent, converted into 2,700 grams of gold, and Mai Xiaoji sent it to him first.

"The sky has eyes, Ziang never dreamed that a video could get so many rewards!" Zhao Mengfu sent a lot of thanks expressions on his face, and his excitement was indescribable.

"You deserve it, by the way, is the handwriting you wrote to Yu Lao last time still there?" asked Mai Xiaoji.

"In!"

"Then send me the courier. ”

"Ten grams of red envelopes!"

"No, I just gave you 2,700 grams! I gave you an advance payment before!" Mai Xiaoji retorted dissatisfiedly.

"I'm ashamed, I'm used to being poor, so I'll send you a courier. ”

Before I finished reading the text message, the calligraphy work was sent, it was so stingy, it was just a bare piece of paper, and there was no packaging, and Mai Xiaoji had to sort it out and send it by himself.

Cao Cao's short song line, sprinkled with eight square feet, is so big, the calligraphy is flowing in one go, even Mai Xiaoji, a layman, feels hearty when he looks at it.

In particular, the words "Please Yu Daocheng Ya Reward" made Yu Lao think that Zhao Mengfu had written for him, and he was drunk in a dream and refused to wake up.

Alas, it's a pity that the paper and ink are modern, otherwise they would definitely sell for a lot of money.

After admiring it for a while, Mai Xiaoji found a scroll to roll up the work, and then carefully put it into a plastic bag and sealed it, which allowed Tang Linlin to notify the courier to pick it up, and also paid a hundred yuan for the insurance fee.

Subsequently, Mai Xiaoji transferred money to Tang Bohu, divided into 1,350 grams of gold, and Tang Bohu received the red envelope for a long time, saying that he was too excited just now, had heart palpitations, and fainted.

"Brother Tang, you have to keep your brain clear, everyone loves your paintings very much, even to the point of fanaticism. McEgie reminded.

"I don't care about politics, and I don't care about clever words, and I do my best to paint, so I am naturally better than others. Tang Bohu said arrogantly, and it was Zhao Mengfu who clicked.

However, after posting the red envelope, Tang Bohu found out that Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy reward was actually twice as much as his!

"Xiao Ji, this is not fair, the price of paintings has always been higher than calligraphy, how can Zhao Mengfu get so much?" Tang Bohu forgot about the poor days in the blink of an eye, this mountain looked at that mountain high.

"That's different, Zhao Mengfu has a lot of fans, spends a lot of money, and has the preference of the boss, and he does have more resources than you. McEgie explained.

"What's so good about Zhao Ti, hiding his head and tail, he has no momentum!"

"That was before, and now Zhao Ti is magnificent, especially the short song line, which is really worth comparing. If there is time to complain, it is better to think about how to attract netizens. McBecky nodded.

Exactly, exactly!

There are a lot of unread messages, needless to say, most of them are sent by Yu Xuanji. In the same batch of recorded videos, everyone else shared a kilogram or two of gold, and Yu Xuanji's fingers were almost smoothed, and he kept sending messages to Mai Xiaoji.

People can be soft-hearted, but they can't loosen their hands, Mai Xiaoji has 10,000 sympathies for Yu Xuanji, but his money does not fall from the sky. Think about the time on the top of the building, no ancient person was miserable himself, at least in the past so many years, none of them starved to death.

"Don't rush, if you urge again, you'll be repaid. Mai Xiaoji was overwhelmed and replied.

"Childe, what do you mean by that?" asked Yu Xuanji.

"I don't know why, your grades are not good, the reward is only 7,000 yuan, and the promoter is not embarrassed to share it, and the person who prepaid you before has already exceeded this number, doesn't you have to pay it backwards?"

A dynamic picture full of tears, also equipped with Erquan reflecting the moon, Mai Xiaoji gritted his teeth and must not be soft-hearted.

"Youwei is unwilling, Ziang is not smiling, Bohu is wandering, which can be called a beautiful man? It's nothing more than writing and painting, you can be famous, where is my calligraphy and painting worse than them, it's not bad luck!, Youwei resigned herself to fate!"

"Don't say that, if you were born in the modern era, I can help you open a tavern, and the business will be booming. ”

"At this time, you can't teleport Youwei over. ”

It's true that you can't send people over, but you can pass it on, Mai Xiaoji still can't bear it, and sent ten grams of red envelopes over, Yu Xuanji asked, "Why do you give a reward?"

"Send me a glass of wine and try your craft. ”

Mai Xiaoji sat and waited for the words of gratitude, but Yu Xuanji was very angry, "Ten grams is the courier fee, and I don't have gold to buy utensils and wine materials." ”

"Won't all the money you give you buy wine?"

"No, I don't buy alcohol to get drunk, but to record better videos and try new varieties. Yu Xuanji argued.

Come on, the good guy did it to the end, sent another ten grams of red envelopes, and sent a message, "Hurry up and buy materials!"

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, there was an extra glass of wine in front of him, and Mai Xiaoji was angry and lied!