"Duobao Pavilion? ......”

Hearing this name, Cao Bin was also stunned, he didn't expect Zhang Zhenniang to be blacker than himself, and he would sell it for 10,000 silver.

Zhao Fujin stared at Cao Bin nervously and nodded:

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the boss of Duobao Pavilion."

Cao Bin didn't speak, but beckoned to Zhang Zhenniang and the others who were watching the excitement and smiled:

"Don't look for it, this is the boss of Duobao Pavilion."

Zhao Ji and the others were stunned for a moment, and said, "Duobao Pavilion is opened by your family?" ”

Zhang Zhenniang was a little shy in the face of so many people, and hurriedly said:

"That'...... It was an inheritance given to me by my uncle. ”

Zhao Ji was a little confused: "So, you sold us those paintings?" ”

Zhang Zhenniang nodded and said, "It was painted by the uncle himself, a total of ten paintings, and it was sold for 100,000 taels of silver." ”

Saying that, she hurriedly explained: "The concubine didn't lie to you, you had to buy it yourself......

Zhao Ji didn't care about her defense, but couldn't believe it: "You said that those paintings were made by Cao Bin." ”

As he spoke, he kept shaking his head and said, "Impossible, this is impossible!" ”

Cao Bin didn't care about his reaction, and laughed directly:

"Lord Wang, how could Cao's own paintings make his subordinates go to great lengths to steal them back? Aren't you kidding? ”

Zhao Fujin plucked up his courage and said: "I don't believe that those paintings were painted by you, what evidence do you have?" ”

Another woman also said: "It's not that we don't believe in Uncle Zhongjing, the man who painted is extremely accomplished, and the guy said that it was done by a master outside the world......"

Cao Bin waved his hand and smiled: "It's just a few paintings, if you don't believe it, I'll paint another one." ”

As he spoke, he asked the maid to prepare the paintbrush and paint, and applied it casually.

It only took two quarters of an hour for a piece of autumn frost's proud intention to come to life.

Cao Bin threw down the pen and smiled proudly: "Even Cao himself doesn't know that my painting is worth so much silver, if King Duan likes it, he might as well buy this one too." ”

At this time, Zhao Ji was already stunned, and he hurriedly leaned down in front of the drawing paper to watch carefully.

Muttered:

"It's the same, the realm is the same, how can this be?"

"How can you have such a high level of calligraphy and painting attainment? This king does not believe, he does not believe ......"

At this moment, his literary heart is already a little broken.

Although his painting skills have not reached the level of the ancients, there are few people in the world who can surpass him.

I didn't expect that the realm of calligraphy and painting that I was striving for was easily crushed by Cao Bin, a person who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and I couldn't accept it for a while.

Zhao Fujin's hobby in painting followed her father, and at this time she was stunned by the autumn frost picture painted by Cao Bin.

I only felt that I was subverted by what I saw today, and Cao Bin looked down at him like a fairy standing in the sun.

She hurriedly pulled the woman beside her and said in a panic: "He...... Isn't he a wicked man? How could it be him? ”

The woman hurriedly comforted:

"The county lord doesn't have to worry too much."

"This can only show that his painting skills are amazing, it's not that he doesn't know how to learn, and it doesn't have much to do with who he is."

Zhao Fujin shook his head and said, "How can it be okay?" I think that painting is like his person, and his painting skills are so high, he must be a person with a noble heart. ”

The woman couldn't help but shake her head when she saw her stupid appearance, but she also became a little interested in Cao Bin in her heart.

She has written home these days, Cao Bin's reputation in Shandong is indeed very good, what is the reason for such a big difference in a person's performance in two places?

Seeing that these people looked lost and surprised, Pang Yu patted Cao Bin's shoulder and said:

"I didn't expect Juncai to have such a hand, you are too good at making money."

"A painting is 10,000 taels of silver?"

As he spoke, his eyes were eager, and he shook Cao Bin's arm and said:

"Juncai, you draw him a hundred and eighty blessings, aren't we going to get rich?"

Cao Bin rolled his eyes and said:

"You fool, calligraphy and painting are all rare and expensive, even if I paint, how many people can afford it?"

As he spoke, he said in disgust:

"Besides, what does it have to do with you if I earn money, and it's me who wants to get rich."

"Forehead ......"

When Pang Yu heard this, his eyes were suddenly full of resentment, and he hurriedly shook Cao Bin's arm and said, "Send me a few ......"

When Pan Bao heard this, he also hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to take advantage of it.

After a long time, Zhao Ji relieved himself, but he still couldn't believe it.

Cao Bin didn't care about his mood, and said with a smile:

"Lord, how is it, believe it now, I can't steal the paintings I sold myself, right?"

"Isn't that self-inflicted? Not only did the suspects not move the mountain, I think the prince should check the long history of your mansion. ”

"Maybe those paintings are in Ximenqing's hands."

When Zhao Ji heard this, his face was cloudy, and he waved his hand to his entourage and said, "Go!" ”

With that, he turned around and walked out.

Cao Bin hurriedly shouted: "Lord Wang, do you still want this painting?" ”

Zhao Ji's eyes flickered for a long time, and after all, he couldn't hold back the love in his heart, and said, "Five thousand taels!" ”

Cao Bin didn't hesitate, nodded directly: "Deal!" ”

Anyway, it's all pure earning, and it is impossible for others to pay a high price of 10,000 taels, and the silver sent to the door will not be earned in vain.

Zhao Ji was tired in his heart, his face was full of depression, he didn't want to stay in the Hou Mansion any longer, and quickly took people away.

I have to say that Zhao Ji is indeed a qualified artist, and he is willing to put down his son for the sake of a painting.

Zhao Fujin wanted to say something, but he was directly pulled away by the men's woman next to him, but he just looked back at Cao Bin from time to time.

At this time, Zhan Zhao also had a dreamy feeling, stepped forward with his sword, and arched his hand: "Since the case has nothing to do with Uncle Cao, Zhan will also leave." ”

Cao Bin smiled: "Why don't you sit down and have a drink." ”

Zhan Zhao said solemnly: "Zhan still has official business, so I won't bother much." ”

After speaking, he didn't stay long, and left directly with the officials of Kaifeng Mansion.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, the people attending the banquet hurriedly stepped forward to toast and said: "Uncle is deeply hidden, I didn't expect to have such a talent......

Cao Bin laughed and said: "It's just a small skill of carving insects, I have a lot of graffiti on weekdays, and I paint casually." ”

Seeing him like this, Yang Zhi, Lin Chong and others affirmed the thoughts in their hearts, Cao Bin is the kind of person who is uninhibited on the surface and hidden inside.

I was more determined to follow Cao Bin.

Zhang Dian was thoughtful, every top skill cannot be cultivated in a few years or even a decade.

The archery technique of 100 steps through Yang overshadows the painting skills of the world.......

What is this Uncle Cao hiding? For a while, he only felt that Cao Bin in front of him was a little mysterious, and he couldn't even see through himself.

This wave of operations directly made Zhang Zhenniang earn a lot of money, even if she had to share the account with the house, she still had an income of 50,000 taels.

Directly solved her financial crisis.

"Sister Zhen, your rouge shop is about to open the day after tomorrow, are you ready?"

Master Li asked.

Zhang Zhenniang's eyes were full of admiration, and she nodded again and again: "There must be no problem, I did everything according to my uncle's instructions......"