After a few circles, Zhao Chengping went around to the Luo family's compound, and when the porter saw the young master of the Zhao family coming, he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately invited Luo Xinyuan out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother Zhao, I heard that you went to Changyu to sit in the town today, why do you have time to come to me, an idler?" Luo Xinyuan poured a cup of tea with his own hands and pushed it in front of Zhao Chengping, "It's rude, this tea was bought from your house." ”

"Since my family bought it, it's naturally the best, so what's the matter?" Zhao Chengping took the teacup with a smile, "I'm here, I have a business to discuss with you." ”

Hearing that there was business, Luo Xinyuan couldn't help but change her posture: "Oh? What business? ”

Zhao Chengping smiled: "Do I still owe you money for a textile machine?" ”

"Hehe, aren't you amnesia?" Luo Xinyuan smiled, but shouted in his heart that it was a pity, that textile machine was nothing to the Luo family, if he could get the legendary hot sauce recipe, a hundred textile machines would also be bought. I thought that I would take advantage of Zhao Chengping's amnesia and be caught off guard on the last day, but I didn't expect him to remember.

The amnesiac person in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, felt completely different from the Zhao Chengping he knew before, Luo Xinyuan suddenly thought of the four words of borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, and then he drove this ridiculous idea out of his mind.

Zhao Chengping looked at his expression and guessed what he was thinking: "I'm looking for you to order 100,000 wine jars." ”

"Two thousand jars? Can't find a wine jar for your wine seller? Luo Xinyuan asked quietly.

Zhao Chengping said: "Those wine jars in my house are just for wine, how can they be compared to your Luo family's white jade porcelain and green jade porcelain, which is high-end and atmospheric, low-key and luxurious." ”

"Okay, okay, don't blow it, what do you want?"

Zhao Chengping asked, "Do you have paint?" ”

Luo Xinyuan looked at him with disdain: "I don't have anything at home." ”

A piece of snow-white uncut snow wave paper was spread out on the big bookcase, Luo Xinyuan took out a box of twenty-four color paints, Zhao Chengping raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't see it, it's still a foreign thing." ”

"This was given by an Italian who did business with my family last year, and I haven't had time to do these idle things, so I put them in vain. I didn't expect you to be able to draw. ”

A crisp voice came from outside the door: "Cousin, hey, the brother of the Zhao family is also there." What are you doing? ”

It was Luo Sifang who came to the door, she looked at Zhao Chengping holding a brush in his hand, holding a drawing board, and ran over excitedly: "Brother Zhao can still paint?" ”

Luo Xinyuan smiled: "Don't make trouble, we are talking about business, he is trying to draw samples." ”

"Wow, draw a sample on the spot." Luo Xifang's eyes were shining with stars.

Since the opening of the Silk Road, Westerners have been extremely enthusiastic about Chinese silk and porcelain, and even China is the meaning of porcelain, and there is a complete set of Chinese porcelain in the British and French royal families. It's just that there is a difference between Chinese and foreign aesthetics, and they need to be provided with Chinese beauty in their eyes.

The Frenchman Nino came to the town to buy a batch of congratulatory gifts for the birthday of His Majesty the Emperor of France, he knew that the emperor liked Chinese silk and porcelain the most, these things, there are already many in the palace, and this time there will be a large number of tribute, if you want to make the emperor look different, you need to find something more with Chinese characteristics.

China has been making wine since thousands of years ago, and although France also makes wine, it is only known for wine, and no one has ever used grain to make wine, and at most it has been imported from Egypt to use beer made from bread. The common Chinese liquor is too strong for the French, and they are afraid that it will spurt out immediately after drinking it.

For this reason, he made a special trip to China, looking for a special but not strong wine, and finally found a kind of traditional wine in the south of the Yangtze River that is like amber and is called rice wine.

I don't know how many times he got drunk, he finally drank the winter liquor moon cream from the Zhao family, the color is light and golden, the entrance is soft but not strong, slightly sweet, and the wine is thick and soft.

However, he was very dissatisfied with the container of the moon flow frost: "How can such a rough clay pot be presented to His Majesty the Emperor." ”

Zhao Chengping promised him that he would provide him with exquisite porcelain altars, but the price would be more expensive.

"Money, not a problem." Nino said, "If you can find a container that satisfies me, I'm willing to pay a hundred oceans for a jar of wine." ”

This is simply a master, Zhao Chengping held back the ecstasy in his heart, and still said flatly: "A hundred oceans? We Chinese have a saying called buy and return pearls, I don't know if you have heard of it, although the moon flow frost altar only needs ten oceans, but specially for you to open a mold custom porcelain altar, the cost may not be a hundred oceans. ”

Nino thought about it seriously, if the Chinese wine paid tribute could be favored by His Majesty the Emperor, the future was limitless, fighting for a million oceans, if he could get a few monopoly licenses, but in a year or two, he could take them all back, and there would be a steady stream of them.

Risks and opportunities coexist, two thousand years ago, someone in the family crossed the Silk Road to Nino of the Han Dynasty, and there is a risk-taking gene in his blood, so how can he not fight.

He promised to come down in one gulp, two hundred oceans and one jar of wine, ten days later, he would come to Changyu again, accept the sample, the sample was qualified, pay off the payment at one time, and the matter of transporting two thousand jars of wine back to France was all his business, and it had nothing to do with the Zhao family.

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"That's it." Zhao Chengping stopped the brush in his hand.

On the white rice paper is a bottle of imitation ancient wine vessel: 罍. The body depicts distant mountains and rivers in bright colors, fairy scholars. Luo Yuyuan looked at it for a long time: "There is no problem in making this appearance, it is necessary to try it a few more times, this kind of wei was originally made of bronze, if you use porcelain, you need to test the strength." ”

He paused: "It's just ......"

"Just what?" Zhao Chengping asked.

"It's just that this color is so vulgar, is it really good?" Luo Xinyuan's eyes were full of contempt.

Luo Sifang, who was standing on the side, held his face and said seriously: "I think it's very good-looking, it's much better than those old pedantic ink landscapes, only black and white, suffocating." ”

Zhao Chengping smiled: "Don't worry, just do it according to this color." ”

This color is not vulgar in the eyes of modern people, it is just a green tree, golden sunshine, blue sky, blue water, and goose-yellow fairy dress, which may be regarded as more colors used in Chinese painting. Zhao Chengping has studied the French art schools of the 18th and 19th centuries very deeply, and of course knows what the French like.

The customer's aesthetic is the most important thing.

The next thing is to discuss the cost of labor, Luo Xinyuan carefully calculated, the costs are added together, a single sample, it takes 30 oceans, which is already expensive, if you make 2000 in batches, the cost of each is 10 oceans.

Zhao Chengping nodded: "Yes." ”

From Xie Yun, he had learned that the price of the textile machine was 500 oceans, and this business could earn 360,000 oceans, what is 500 oceans.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the Changyu should have closed and begun to prepare for the inventory.

Zhao Chengping declined Miss Luo's invitation to have dinner together, left Luo's house, and walked towards the Changyu.

Around the corner, a figure flashed by.