"Why?"

Ye Jian patted his hand on his clothes, revealing a little dazed.

"I recently received a big order."

The man trotted to the front: "The pay is very high, and he is a very famous author, pointing out that the new book has your daughter illustrated." ”

"Is the shopkeeper there?"

Ye Jian's eyes lit up, and he followed the guy into the bookstore.

"Yes."

The guy walked quickly and led people directly to the backyard.

*

In the private room in the backyard, the shopkeeper was more enthusiastic than the guy when he saw Ye Jian, and personally picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"These are two manuscripts of the little girl's new paintings."

Ye Jian took out the manuscript and illustrations from the bamboo tube and put them on the coffee table.

*

"Brother Ye."

The shopkeeper looked at the illustrations one by one, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt a pity: "Your daughter only draws two manuscripts a month, which is really too little, and now there are more and more people who come to ask for paintings, and their fame is getting bigger and bigger, and even some authors are willing to pay several times the price to expedite the schedule." ”

The girl is right, strange goods can live, and the fewer paintings there are, the more sought after.

There are too many paintings, but they have become coolies in the bookstore, being oppressed by others, and no one is rare.

Ye Jian remembered what his daughter said, laughed innocently twice, and did not answer.

"Hey."

The shopkeeper looked at him and didn't eat oil, his head suddenly hurt, and his eyelids cramped.

"Let's not talk about other authors, Bai Xiaosong's books, each one is a bestseller."

The guy smiled and helped: "He specified that your daughter should draw illustrations, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the painting is good, she has become famous, and your daughter's market has also risen, and the future remuneration will more than double several times." ”

"Yes, Brother Ye."

The shopkeeper closed the manuscript and said earnestly: "You listen to my brother's advice, Bai Xiaosong's order, no matter what, you have to take it, and as soon as possible, if the painting is completed this month, the bookstore is willing to let a part of the benefits, and the remuneration is four or six, you six, we four." ”

The guy calculated the crackling sound: "Bai Xiaosong is willing to pay ten times the price to expedite the painting, the original one illustration is one tael of silver, now it is ten taels, a book manuscript of ten paintings, one hundred taels of silver, the shopkeeper's concession, you account for sixty percent, a single can earn sixty taels, why not?" ”

Sixty taels!

Ye Jian's eyes lit up, and he was a little moved, but he didn't let go: "My daughter is young, and she has to work hard to paint, and she can't paint a single painting in a day, even if I want to take it, there are only ten days left in this month, and the time is too rushed, so it will definitely be too late." ”

The shopkeeper was so anxious that he wanted to vomit blood: "The bookstore will make another profit, you will be seven and I will be three, so it will always work, right?" ”

Ye Jian rubbed his nose: "If you pay half of the deposit in advance......."

"Little Lizi, hurry up, go to the account office to pay thirty-five taels of silver tickets."

The shopkeeper didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and hurriedly urged the man: "By the way, also, together with the remuneration for these two books, ten taels of silver, bring them over." ”

"Okay."

The guy grinned and ran away.

"Shopkeeper, this time it's a special case."

After the tea, Ye Jian left the private room with thirty-five taels of silver tickets, ten taels of broken silver, and a brand-new manuscript, chattering as he walked.

"Don't tell other authors, my daughter is young, she can't take so many orders, stay up late to paint, in case her body collapses, we are parents, and we have to die of distress."

"Done."

The shopkeeper gritted his gums and agreed, thinking that the silver for white flowers was gone, and his heart ached.