"But listen to the shopkeeper Mo." Xie Qingyu listened to Shopkeeper Mo's words, and he also had a little calculation in his heart, could Shopkeeper Mo really bring a chance to make a fortune by himself?

The two of them returned to the private room, and they had just walked out of the door of the private room, and before they went down the stairs, they heard the argument downstairs, and then they looked at it.

"Young Master Liu, how many sons of the family do you think will attend the banquet every year?" Mo Huaiyuan's eyes were shining with the essence of a businessman.

Xie Qingyu recalled the Qixi Festival that day, not to mention that there were thirty men.

"Thirty?" Xie Qingyu said suspiciously according to the answer he remembered, but what does this have to do with the way to make money?

"Young Master Liu, I think you should rarely attend the night banquet in the house, and the guests at this men's table are less than fifty or hundreds, which are all few."

Xie Qingyu bowed slightly, motioning for him to continue.

"So will all the guests of a hundred people be able to compose poetry?" Mo Huaiyuan's words are over, and the rest depends on Xie Qingyu's comprehension.

Yi Anju's business was so depressed before, if it weren't for that group of so-called talents to write poems for those nobles, Yi Anju would have closed down long ago.

Xie Qingyu only understood at this time what the words of the shopkeeper Mo meant!

It turns out that the shopkeeper Mo is not only a shopkeeper in the small teahouse of Yi'anju, but there is also a layer of identity behind it.

It's to find ghostwriters for those sons of families, celebrities, or in other words, modern-day gunslingers!

Xie Qingyu's eyes also lit up at this time, and the money paid by the nobles of the family was naturally higher than that of Yi Anju.

"Shopkeeper, if this is not the case, I will send you poems regularly in the future, and you will be responsible for finding those children of the family."

"That's exactly what I think in the next place, how about we divide it into four or six after Liu Gongzi's deed? I'm six, you're four. Mo Huaiyuan looked like he took it for granted, as if Xie Qingyu had earned it.

"Shopkeeper, this poem can't be said with your mouth open, it's really a little divided into four or six." Xie Qingyu also frowned when he heard this six-and-four division, I am afraid that this division is a little inappropriate.

The poems of the ancients in her mind are almost unmatched here, and she has enough confidence and ability to let Mo Huaiyuan get more benefits, but it is only that it is divided into four or six! Inadequate!

Mo Huaiyuan raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Qingyu, pondered slightly, as if he had made up his mind.

"Young Master Liu, then fifty-fifty, this is the fairest price."

"The shopkeeper is still divided into six * four, but I am six and you are four, if the shopkeeper is unwilling, I am afraid that there will be more book clubs waiting for you." Xie Qingyu gently turned the teacup in his hand with his hand, and said to Mo Huaiyuan, although the words were threatening, the tone of his speech seemed to be a little careless.

It seems that she doesn't care about this business, although Xie Qingyu has never done business, but she also knows a little about the fraud in this business, if this is seen by people to understand her intentions, this price is afraid that it is a little difficult to discuss.

Mo Huaiyuan listened to Xie Qingyu's words at this moment, and weighed it again, the poems brought by Liu Yao are indeed good poems, and Yi Anju's fame is indeed brought up by the poem a few days ago.

Besides, although he has been doing this ghostwriting, but the poems made by the talented people under his hands, their literary style is really not as good as the poems written by Liu Yao, although the forty-six points sound like they make less, but the left and right are always earned, and Liu Yao can still be left, why not?

After a long time, Shopkeeper Mo finally thought it through.

"Okay, Liu Gongzi is really a smart person, so he will divide it into four * six, and the son doesn't want to find another family, but I don't know if there is a business in the future, how to find the son?" Mo Huaiyuan is also happy at the moment, he can keep Liu Yu and make a lot of money, why not? He thought that Liu Yao's family still couldn't look down on these ghostwriting jobs.

What can you do if you are talented, you can't eat left and right, no matter what kind of work, as long as you can make money, there is no difference between three, six, nine and so on.

Besides, the scattered money given by those rich people is indeed a lot, and they don't suffer a loss by about four or six points.

Xie Qingyu pondered for a while, and thought for a long time, since it was a business, it couldn't just be a one-sided contact, if there was a business coming to the door, if you couldn't contact yourself for a while, then the business would be in vain.

"In this way, Mo shopkeeper, you will light a bunch of fireworks by the Jianhu Lake, I will appear in less than an hour, if there is an accident, it may not be accurate, if there is a guest to the door, you first write down the customer's needs on the paper, what type of poems are needed, whether to write a scene or a song, I will come when the time comes, directly come to collect the paper, what do you think?"

Xie Qingyu also remembered that this Xie Mansion was located on the edge of Jianhu Lake, and if it was a fireworks, as long as he was in the Xie Mansion, he could see this fireworks.

"Young Master Liu, this method is very wonderful, so Mo has been looking for people in the past few days?" Shopkeeper Mo really thinks that this Liu Gongzi has some talent for doing business now.

"Shopkeeper Mo, please take it, but I'm afraid this poem can't be sold so cheaply as it is here." Xie Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, but this sentence has a pun, one is to remind the shopkeeper to sell more to those children of the family.

The second is to give this Mo shopkeeper a great discount, this time this Yi Anju has been famous in Jiangnan, and his poems are not comparable to that day, today he still gave himself twenty taels of silver, I really thought I couldn't hear such rumors.

Sure enough, Mo Huaiyuan's face stiffened when he heard this, and he instantly understood the meaning of Xie Qingyu.

"Young Master Liu, this is natural, we are all old customers, and we still understand this rule." Shopkeeper Mo immediately changed into a polite look, almost like Xie Qingyu.

"It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet recently, I'm afraid it's a little too late, don't shopkeeper, you pick some simple poems, such as moon appreciation, I'll go back and write it, and I'll send it to you in the afternoon of the next day." Xie Qingyu thought that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival now, and most of the poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival were written about the moonscape, and when I went back tonight, I could write some first.

"That's wonderful, then let's go down and prepare here."

"Then I'll go home and get ready."

After speaking, the two of them left Yi'anju one after another and walked in different directions.

After Xie Qingyu finished talking to Shopkeeper Mo, he went directly to the back alley, changed his clothes and returned to Yulan Garden.

After coming back, it was time to eat dinner as always, and I don't know where the news of this ingots came from, talking about the recent Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in Jiangning City, and also saying that all the ladies and celebrities of the family will attend at that time.

"Qianqiu, this is what Huang * Ju from the dining room told me, when I was on an errand in the dining room, I had a good relationship, I heard that Miss Youran and Miss Youruo both went this time." It seems that Qianqiu didn't believe what the ingots said, and the ingots were in a hurry, and the snacks in his mouth didn't have time to swallow, so he said hurriedly.

"Yuanbao, don't say anything, what does this banquet have to do with you and me." Qianqiu knew in her heart that her own lady was a concubine, so she naturally had no chance to participate in these Mid-Autumn Festival night banquets, and this ingots were really.

"Yuanbao, tell me what's wrong with this Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet? What's there to do? Xie Qingyu also heard the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, although he had heard about it for a long time, but he was also very curious, and he didn't know how the ancients celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Miss, let me tell you that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is different from previous years, this year it is said that this event will be held in the Qingyue Pavilion in the center of Jianhu Lake, I heard that Huang * Ju said that it has begun to be arranged in the past few days, and I heard that there is a night pearl transported from the East China Sea, which is said to illuminate the entire Jianhu Lake that night!" Yuan Bao saw Xie Qingyu asking, and immediately answered.

Yuanbao's red face was full of yearning for the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet.

After talking for a long time, I felt that something was wrong, this young lady was a concubine, not among the invitees, oops, I was really stupid, I wanted to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet to the young lady, wouldn't the young lady be even more angry, just Qianqiu reminded herself like that, but she still didn't notice it.

After Yuan Bao finished speaking, he lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong, waiting for Xie Qingyu's punishment.

Xie Qingyu has never had the ancient Mid-Autumn Festival, and I don't know if this night banquet is also the same as the previous Qixi Festival, so many people.

This Mid-Autumn Festival in modern times is to buy moon cakes by yourself, and celebrate the festival by yourself, now that I have a mother here, I am finally not alone, Xie Qingyu thinks about it like this, God is not so bad to himself, and let her live for a lifetime.

"Well, you go on." Xie Qingyu was thinking about the scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival that day, and the voice of the ingots suddenly stopped, and Xie Qingyu came back to his senses and looked at the ingots.

She was found hanging her head, as if she had done something wrong.

"What's wrong, Yuanbao? Isn't it homesick? Xie Qingyu's voice still had a trace of doubt, how could this ingots suddenly stop saying a word, isn't it homesick?

is because when Xie Fu bought Yahuan back, he signed a deed of sale, and this girl generally can't go home.

Xie Qingyu didn't expect that Yuan Bao bowed his head and blamed himself because he felt that he had said the wrong thing and Miss Shu couldn't attend the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet.

"Right now, this Magnolia Garden is your home, and after two years, I will make you go home." As soon as Xie Qingyu said this, Yuanbao's tears suddenly fell to the ground.

Yuan Bao thought that he said that Miss Youran and Miss Youruo went to the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, which made Miss unhappy, but she didn't expect Miss to think that she was homesick, and she also said that she would regard this Magnolia Garden as her home.

This sentence touched Yuanbao, Yuanbao has been greedy since she was a child, her parents can't afford to raise her, thinking that Xie Mansion eats a lot, even if she comes to be a maid, she can eat this ingot, so she sends Yuanbao into the house.

There is no young lady next to Qianqiu who will talk like this, these slaves have always been only beaten and scolded by the master, and it is usually a meal not to say what is wrong, this direction is the master's home, where to talk about the slave's home.