Zhao Qiujin observed that Leng Lingzhe was still looking down at the book, so he seized the time and made a small move......

"Ah,,, this, the concubine should die, the concubine's hand slipped for a while, and she hit the teacup." Zhao Qiujin picked up the painting that was soaked in water, his eyes burst into tears, his mouth was pursed, and he looked at Leng Lingzhe with innocent and aggrieved eyes.

Leng Lingzhe scratched his head angrily when he saw that his cherished Thousand Horses Diagram was destroyed, "This is the most proud work of Li Xiao in the previous dynasty, and it was destroyed in your hands!" ”

"Yes...... The concubine didn't mean it, the concubine sprained her arm the day before yesterday, and her left wrist hurt very much, and the emperor asked the concubine to clean it...... The concubine acted as ordered......" Zhao Qiujin continued to say pitifully, hahaha, now it's up to you how to blame me.

Leng Lingzhe didn't want to have another seizure, so he waved his hand and asked Shangguan Xin'er to retreat. He was holding the destroyed picture of a thousand horses, secretly feeling pain, this was obtained by a lot of effort when he was still a prince, this woman is really damned......

Looking at it, I found that there was a "Zhe" in the lower left corner of the painting, which was a mark that I usually left in my own paintings, and it turned out that the destroyed one was painted by myself at will, and the real Qianjun picture had been dropped by Shangguan Xin'er. Leng Lingzhe was annoyed and had a headache, this Shangguan was ......

Leng Lingzhe secretly came to Fengyi Palace, and saw Shangguan Xin'er smiling at Bajun Tu through the window, and muttered in his mouth, "Get rich, get rich, make a fortune~"

Zhao Qiujin couldn't help rubbing his hands and muttered to himself at Qianjuntu: "With a little trick, I got a rare treasure from the dignified Emperor of the Cold Moon Kingdom, ah~Mom and Dad~ Why did you give birth to me so smart......"

"If Bajun Tu is sold, what kind of house can't be bought in the capital, and then he will buy all the best bookstore and printing houses in the capital, and open a cultural company, even if he is lying down, hundreds of thousands of silver will flow into his pocket every day, and it won't take two years, I will be the richest rich woman in the capital, and then ...... Hehe......"

Zhao Qiujin began to dream of being a rich woman again......

Leng Lingzhe looked at Shangguan Xin'er's undisguised wealth obsession, and his thoughts of accountability suddenly faded.

Three days later, Zhao Qiujin carefully left the palace with a familiar way.

In the Zhihong Bookstore, Xie Lin couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and grabbed Zhao Qiujin, "Mr. Zhao, we were a great success at the auction that day, "Selected Queen's Poems" was hot, and one even sold for a high price of 5,000 taels~"

Zhao Qiujin nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, only three copies will be issued every day in the future, and the price will be set directly, and the price will not be bargained, but it will be booked, as for what price you set, the confidential printing work of the printing house must be handled well." Zhao Qiujin showed a rare serious expression.

"I'll leave the matter of the printing house to my henchmen, please rest assured." Xie Lin turned around and took out a thick stack of silver tickets in the drawer, "Sir, this is Niangniang's share of dividends, and I will exchange them for 10,000 face value silver tickets for you, and please transfer them to Niangniang." Xie Lin, the silver ticket was presented to Zhao Qiujin with both hands.

Zhao Qiujin looked at the thick silver ticket in front of him, and thought, "If knowledge is really power, knowledge is simply omnipotent, I love to read, I want to read every day, Mom, thank you remotely for letting me memorize the ancient poems since I was a child, Dad, and thank you for being able to catch up with the famous talented girl in the Department of Literature - my mother ......"

"Boss Xie has worked hard recently, you can have a good rest in the next few days, and I will definitely give the silver ticket to Niangniang." , Zhao Qiujin took the silver ticket and greeted Xie Lin with a shush.

"Thank you Mr. for your concern, Niang Niang and Mr. are really business wizards, I want you two to be the big proprietor of this Zhihong Bookstore, it is precisely because of Niang Niang and Mr. that we Zhihong Bookstore is among the top ten bookstores in Beijing, you must know that before you two came to our bookstore, we were only an inconspicuous small shop in Beijing." Xie Lin was grateful to Zhao Qiujin.

"This ...... Zhihong Bookstore is handed down by Boss Xie's ancestors, how can we ...... it" Zhao Qiujin didn't expect Xie Lin to make himself a major shareholder, although if all his money was invested in it, the major shareholder would definitely be her, but this is an ancestral business, where are we embarrassed.

"I hope that Mr. will not refuse, there is also Xie Mou's own reason for doing this, I believe that Zhihong Bookstore will be in the hands of the two, and it will definitely become the largest and most famous bookstore in the Cold Moon Country, so that it can live up to the generations of our ancestors." , Xie Lin made a strong request.

"It seems that Boss Xie also has lofty ideals, so he will no longer shirk in the future, I believe that the bookstore will definitely come out of the Cold Moon Country in our hands, and the branches will spread all over the country and even the world." Zhao Qiujin no longer refused to the sincere Xie Lin, and firmly packed the ticket, which will definitely let the chain stores of Zhihong Bookstore open all over the country.

Then the two discussed for a long time, Zhao Qiujin took out a silver ticket, and asked Xie Lin to inquire about the news, collect intelligence, and acquire the largest printing house in the capital in a few days.

After discussing for a long time, until noon, Xie Lin stayed with Zhao Qiujin and wanted to take Zhao Qiujin to the most famous restaurant in the capital for dinner, so as to celebrate the big sale of this poetry anthology.

But Zhao Qiujin still had his own plans, so he politely rejected Xie Lin and turned around and walked out of Zhihong Bookstore.

With a thick stack of silver tickets, Zhao Qiujin looked at the flow of people coming and going in the capital, the high-rise buildings everywhere in front of him, the endless shouting and shouting of the vendors, Zhao Qiujin exhaled, "Huh~, I, Zhao Qiujin, am also a successful person in this ancient capital, touched the silver ticket in my pocket, and straightened my waist."

"Ah, so much money, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to bring it back to the palace, in case of fire, in case someone steals it, that's not good, then I have to feel sorry for me." Zhao Qiujin summed up for a while, so he walked straight into a store called "Fujiang Ticket Number".

"Childe, please come inside." The guy in the store greeted him warmly.

Zhao Qiujin walked inside, "Go and call your shopkeeper." ”

"Childe, there are guys on the account, what are your requirements to tell them, these guys are familiar with the business." The young man looked up and down at Zhao Qiujin, who had average texture and workmanship of the clothes on his body, and thought, "The clothes are only less than a hundred yuan, what big deal can there be, if the shopkeeper is called, the shopkeeper must not scold me to death." ”

Zhao Qiujin looked at the young man's attitude towards the guests like Grandma Xiang's cabinet sister, and immediately changed his face, pursed his lips and smiled, with a sincere face, "I am the brother-in-law of the third aunt and the second uncle of your shopkeeper, go and call your shopkeeper, I came to him for something urgent." ”

The young man was completely stunned by Zhao Qiujin, so he went inside and called out the shopkeeper.

After a while, a slightly chubby and somewhat rich man walked out, and Zhao Qiujin looked at it, about forty or fifty years old.

"I wonder what Childe is looking for me?" , The shopkeeper of Qianzhuang was very puzzled by the young and childish Zhao Qiujin.

"There is a big deal I want to discuss with you, but this person has a lot of eyes......" Zhao Qiujin wanted to speak and stopped.