Liuxiang Pavilion is not far from Hongyuan Commercial Bank, after returning to Hongyuan Commercial Bank, Wei Hong and Li Xuanqing briefly discussed the plan, and immediately asked Li Zongren to send someone to the location of the Southern Weaving Factory to find out the truth. Since Li Zongren is Li Xuanqing's confidant, he did not hide it from Li Zongren, except for Li Zongren, no one else knows the news, and even the messenger who went to the south to find out the news only thought that he was on a paid business trip and went to the south with public funds. Wei Hong, who is the major shareholder of Hongyuan Commercial Bank, suddenly began to envy the poor people who went to the south to inquire about the news. In the past, when I was in the company, I often went on paid business trips, and business trips were secondary, and eating and drinking with public funds was the main thing. Hey, this person's identity is different, and the things he does and the words he says have become different. When money, status, women, power, everything, there is less happiness that was the most common in the past. Then who is really right, this person, the more heartless he is, the more chic and happy he is. Once the burden on your shoulders is heavy, it becomes difficult to find the most simple happiness.

When Wei Hong tried his best to find out the real surname of the news of the shortage of grey fabric, an unprecedented storm was set off in the capital. Literati and scholars, sons and talented women, gathered together in twos and threes, or talked loudly, or discussed in small voices, the number and volume were different, but the topics of discussion all revolved around one thing, that is, sketching.

"Yo? Brother Zhou! Long time no see, how are you lately? A handsome boy in a gorgeous costume, carrying a gift in his hand, happened to meet a classmate and friend on the street, came forward, and greeted him warmly.

"Huh? Brother Wang? Why do you have a gift in your hand? Where is this going? Isn't there something happy at home? "I don't know what's going on today, many young sons and young ladies are carrying gifts in their hands, this son surnamed Wang is very strange, and it is even more strange to see that his classmates and friends are also carrying gifts.

Wang Gongzi looked at the gift in his hand, and then looked at the gift in Zhou Gongzi's hand, and said uneasily: "Don't hide it from Brother Zhou, Wang Mou went to visit the eldest man of the Fang family with a gift, and the son of Fang Zhifang." ”

"What! Are you also going to the house? Zhou Gongzi couldn't believe it.

"What, could it be that you are too?" Seeing Zhou Gongzi's surprised expression, Wang Gongzi seemed to think of something.

"That's right, Zhou also went to Fangfu, I don't know why Brother Wang went to Fangfu?"

"To learn the art of sketching, huh? Brother Zhou, hey, Brother Zhou, what are you running? ”

As soon as Wang Gongzi mentioned that he was going to Fangfu to study sketching, Zhou Gongzi immediately ran to Fangfu. Today, it is said that the people carrying gifts on the street, I am afraid that ninety percent of them are going to the house to visit Fang Zhizhi, if they go late, how can they have their own share? Recently, the sketching fashion set off in the capital can be said to have swept the capital, and everyone knows it. Even today's saints have crowned sketching with the supreme honor of 'this painting is not like the world', if you can learn sketching, not to mention becoming famous, you will have no worries about food and clothing in this life.

When Zhou Gongzi and Wang Gongzi ran to the house one after another, the two young ladies standing next to the rouge stall talked in a low voice.

The woman in red, half-covering half of her face with a fan, looked at the boy who ran towards the house in a panic, and said strangely: "What's the matter today?" The sons in the city are like being beaten with chicken blood, isn't there something big happening? ”

The woman in pink next to her stared at the woman in red with monster-like eyes: "Why, you don't know that the capital has recently set off a craze for sketch painting." I heard that not long ago, a portrait of a woman flowed into the hands of the saint several times, and the saint was shocked by the heavens, and even crowned it with the supreme glory of "this painting is not like the world, and this woman is a fairy", and the son and lady of the capital are even more popular sketches as the world's first painting skills. ”

The woman in red nodded, "I naturally know the sketching skills, but what does this have to do with those crazy sons?" ”

The woman in pink said: "You only know the sketching technique, but you don't know that the founder of the sketching technique is in the capital!" I heard people who knew the inside story say that the person who created the sketching technique was named Wei Hong, a person from Hangzhou, who came to the capital recently, but few people could see this mysterious Wei Hong. And the eldest man of the Fang family didn't know what luck he had, but he became the founding disciple of Wei Gongzi and got the true inheritance of Wei Gongzi. Now the sons and young ladies in the capital all want to see Wei Gongzi through the recommendation of the eldest man of the Fang family. If you can worship under Wei Gongzi's door, it is natural, even if you can't worship it, it is fortunate to be able to see Wei Gongzi at a glance. ”

After listening to this explanation, the woman in red suddenly realized: "Sister, why don't we go and see it too?" ”

"Forget it, now the gate of the house is about to be squeezed by those crazy sons and young ladies, and it's futile for us to go, so it's better to pick up some good rouge here." The woman in pink said this, but she kept fantasizing about what kind of strange man the legendary Wei Hong was, and he had such a heavenly ability.

To put it simply, now the house can be described as 'busy', and the literati and artists from all over the capital, some on foot, some in horse-drawn carriages, as long as they can imagine the means of transportation, they all gather in front of the house. Except for those noble sons who really have a relationship with Fang Yizhi, who are fortunate enough to be invited into the house, most of the rest can only wait outside the house, praying in their hearts that Fang Yizhi will suddenly come out, take a fancy to him, and introduce Wei Hong to himself.

Fang Xuanling stood at the gate of the house, looking at the crowded sons and young ladies outside the door, constantly shaking his head and sighing. Thinking about his Fang Xuanling, Liang Guogong, the dignified Tang Dynasty, the first shop in the court, how could he have attracted so many people to worship. If it weren't for the light of Wei Hong, I'm afraid that the Liangguo Mansion would be just a crowd of people, and the widow would be pitiful. In the past, Fang Xuanling was always worried that Fang Yizhi and Cheng Chumo's gang of bastard boys would have learned badly, but if it weren't for Fang Yizhi's sociability, he wouldn't have befriended Wei Hong, let alone attract sons and ladies from all over the capital to come and ask for a meeting. Most of these sons and young ladies are from famous families, and the energy contained in them cannot be ignored, it can be said that Fang Yi worships directly under Wei Hongmen, which is the wisest decision in his life. In the future, Fang Xuanling will be 100 years old, and no one in the DPRK will be a protective umbrella for Fang Xuanzhi, and with Wei Hong, a capable person, there will be one more way out.

"Standing inspection, the sons and ladies outside, after all the eunuchs, are all invited into the mansion, and they are served with good tea and water, and there is no slackness! When the eldest young master took the time, he arranged for the eldest young master to meet them one by one. ”

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