It turns out that Yan Shifan is next door to him?

Fan Li secretly wrote it down, and couldn't help but admire Xue Susu's intelligence.

Yan Shifan's official residence is still the book of the Ministry of Industry, and he is a high-ranking official of the second grade.

She only called 'Yan Gongzi', and deliberately erased her official body, in order to find a suitable identity for Yan Shifan's appearance in the Yanbo Painting Boat.

After all, Da Ming has always strictly forbidden officials from entering and leaving Fengyue Field.

"Humph!"

In another private room, a man's unhappy voice was heard.

"What a big breath!"

"Collected this snowstorm?"

"Someone wouldn't think that they have crossed the catastrophe and become an immortal, and they have the ability to steal the sky and change the sun, right?"

Fan Li was secretly speechless when he heard it, and said in his heart, who is so bold that he dares to openly choke with Yan Shifan?

He thought about it for a moment, and quickly guessed the identity of the man.

Among the guests who may attend the bazaar tonight, there is only one person who is qualified to sing against Yan Shifan.

"Xu Fan, shut the fuck!"

"What are you talking about, trying to trick Lao Tzu into falling into the pit, and saying something rebellious?"

"In our Daming, who is the day and who is the day?"

"I, Yan Shifan, only have a little ability to make everyone happy, how can I steal the day?"

"If you really want to say stealing the sky and changing the day, that's also your old man, the third watch sneaked out in the middle of the night, kneeling and knocking at someone who was unconscious, that is a delusional desire to steal the day and change the day!"

Good eloquence!

Fan Li almost clapped his hands when he heard this.

Don't look at Yan Shifan's vulgar words, but he is reasonable, and uses vague high-level secrets, which instantly makes Xu Fan's whole family fall into passivity.

Only a very few people present knew that not long ago, Xu Jie's night entry into the prince's mansion angered Emperor Jiajing because of this incident.

Yan Shifan didn't make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he hit the Xu family's seven inches!

The private room where Xu Fan was sure to fall silent immediately.

After a long time, there was a sound of smashing things.

Fan Li looked at the blue and white porcelain of the folk kiln in his private room, and estimated that Xu Fan had smashed the bottle in his private room.

"Hahahaha!"

In Yan Shifan's private room, there was a burst of hearty laughter.

At this time, Xue Susu on the stage spoke.

"Tonight's charity sale, every guest present is a friend of Susu, and they are all people of great kindness respected by Susu."

"In order for the widow of the fallen soldier to survive the winter, Su Su dared to suggest that the bazaar start now, right?"

She handled the proportions very well, and successfully exposed the vicious fight between the two sons.

In the painting boat, the sound of silk and bamboo rises again, but it does not dominate.

In the beautiful sound of the piano music, Xue Susu 'took out' the first charity sale.

"This first charity sale was led by Su Su."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone brought something from a tray.

Fan Li shook his head.

On the tray, there was actually a woman's embroidered handkerchief.

Looking at the needlework, the craftsmanship is very mediocre.

The pattern on the embroidered handkerchief should be the harmony of the mandarin duck playing in the water.

It's a pity that the mandarin ducks are very clumsy in embroidery, like two fat ducks.

Xue Susu smiled: "Susu is clumsy, she has always been not good at being popular, she is a beginner in needlework, and she showed off this "Mandarin Duck Pa". Which distinguished guest is willing to collect, Su Su is grateful. ”

Fan Lizheng muttered, who would be rare for such a crude thing?

Unexpectedly, as soon as the auction began, the price soared.

"The starting price, one or two lines of silver."

"I'll give a hundred taels!"

"I'll give you a thousand taels!"

"I'll give you five thousand taels!"

"I'll give 10,000 taels!"

Fan Li was dumbfounded.

Although 10,000 taels is just a drop in the bucket for him.

But the price of the Ming Dynasty, even if it is an embroidered handkerchief woven by a professional embroiderer, such a small scarf can be bought for a few pennies, why do you need 10,000 taels of silver?

At this time, Fan Li heard a regular guest in the lobby whispering analysis.

"The Xue family is the first qin, chess, calligraphy and painting master in Qinhuaihe, but they never touch the female red."

"This embroidered handkerchief is probably the only work of the Xue family in this life."

"If you can collect it successfully, its value is simply immeasurable!"

Fan Li smiled dumbly when he heard this.

Well, it's still a thing that is rare and expensive?

After a while, the price of the embroidered handkerchief was speculated to 30,000 taels of silver.

"Thirty thousand taels!"

"Bolun Lou Zhang Gongzi, congratulations!"

Fan Li knew that Bolun Building was a time-honored restaurant in Daming Beijing.

The owner's surname is Zhang, and it is rumored that the ancestor was born as a chef, and became a generation of famous chefs with hard work, and then founded Bolun Building, which became a century-old restaurant in the Ming Dynasty.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

If Chef Zhang knew that his descendants would have spent a lot of money to curry favor with prostitutes, would he be so angry that he would crawl out of the coffin?

"Thank you Zhang Gongzi for his generosity, Su Su presented this handkerchief to Gongzi."

Xue Susu smiled, personally held the tray, walked to the Zhang Gongzi, and stuffed the embroidered handkerchief into the collar of the other party.

Her movements are gentle and sweet, natural, and completely unpretentious, but they are very charming and ambiguous.

Zhang Gongzi was obviously extremely infatuated with Xue Susu, and when he came into close contact with the Oiran, the whole person trembled, and there was only a stupid smirk on his face.

What an Oiran!

Fan Li praised in his heart.

"For the second charity sale, Su Su would like to thank Yan Gongzi again."

"Everyone in the world knows that Yan Ge Lao is a master of calligraphy in the world, a generation of Confucian cultivators."

"Yan Gongzi specially invited Yan Ge Lao's ink treasure for this charity sale."

Xue Susu said, slowly unfolding a scroll on the stage.

In an instant, Haoran Qi rushed out of the paper and ran through the audience, with an elegant aura!

A huge word 'loyalty' jumped on the paper!

"Yan Ge Lao personally wrote Mobao, the word "Loyalty", the starting price is 1,000 taels."

Fan is really impressed!

Yan Song, Yan Shifan, this father and son really have the means.

This bazaar is aimed at getting the guests to pay for it.

However, Yan Shifan took out the charity sale?

In this way, in the next bazaar, he will have a reason to pull out a dime.

After all, he has already contributed!

But Yan Shifan's charity sale is actually his father's word?

This thing, it's okay to say that it's a thousand dollars, it's okay to say it's worthless.

In short, Yan Shifan participated in this bazaar at almost zero cost, but if Yan Song's words were sold at a high price, Yan Shifan would be able to earn enough fame!

Good abacus!

Good deal!

Fan Li looked at the word "loyalty" again, and said in his heart that Yan Song was also an old fox.

Everyone in the world knows Yan Song's character, and he is a traitorous minister who is rare in the Ming Dynasty for thousands of years.

But he doesn't talk to you about good and evil, but only loyalty?

What about the traitorous ministers?

The old man is loyal to His Majesty!

After tonight, who doesn't know that Yan Gelao's "Loyalty" character Mobao has earned consolation money for the widows of countless soldiers on the Yanbo Painting Boat?

Unsold?

This is not possible.

The Yan Party is all over the government and the opposition, and even without Yan Shifan's hint, there are countless Yan Party elements who will take the initiative to pay out of their pockets and buy this painting.

Therefore, as soon as Yan Song's Mobao appears, he is destined to earn enough fame and fortune tonight!

"I'll pay 10,000 taels to buy Lord Shoufu's Mobao!"

"Phew! It's only 10,000 taels, and I want to look back at Fu Mobao? The official ...... Ahem, I paid 50,000 taels! ”

"I'll give 100,000 taels of silver!"

In the end, the final word was reached, and the price stopped at a high of 750,000 taels!

Xue Susu personally held the scroll and came to a man with a round waist and a wide body.

Just looking at this body shape, he looks like a person in officialdom.

The man accepted the word "Zhong", but he was not interested in Xue Susu, but instead bowed to the private room where Yan Shifan was located.

Fan said that sure enough, turnips and cabbage have their own love.

Xue Susu is a generation of Oiran, but it can't attract all the men in this world, even the extremely vulgar man in front of him.

In the private room next door, there was also a whisper that only Fan Li could hear.

"Xiaoge Lao, this person's name is Zhao Wenhua, Jiajing has been a jinshi for eight years, and he is currently the head of the Criminal Department, he wants to follow Xiaoge Lao and get an errand in the Ministry of Industry."

"Hmm...... 750,000 taels to buy a picture of the old man? Interesting! ”

"Pass the word, and I will allow him to serve as a waiter in the Ministry of Works."