After the stall was put up, a problem arose.

Su You used to set up a stall for himself, so he only prepared a chair.

Now that Yang Qin has arrived, only one of the two of them can sit.

But this is also very easy to solve, Su Youwei directly ordered to buy a recliner and let someone send it over.

"Daughter-in-law, you sit first."

"Uh-huh, you can also write calligraphy?"

Yang Qin suddenly saw the things placed by Su Youwei over there, in addition to small musical instruments, there were also some rice papers, and a plaque that was erected.

[Calligraphy ghostwriting, optional calligraphy, twenty yuan at a time, not satisfied with the money. 】

A sign with a very stall atmosphere.

Along with this signboard, there are also some famous quotes framed in a frame.

[Gold List Title], [Ma to Success], [Guotai Min'an], [Bright Future], [Home and Everything]

Five words and phrases, five types of writing.

"A little bit, anyway, it's a craft, take it out to make a little money and be proficient at the same time." Su Youwei replied with a smile.

Of course, he just wanted to show off his calligraphy.

It's all at full level, so what's the point of not taking it out and fiddling with it?

As for twenty dollars, that is, to set a threshold and select customers.

Since he wants to fiddle with it, he must choose customers who are interested in calligraphy.

In this way, when he writes it, the other party knows how good it is to appreciate it.

If it is written to someone who does not know how to read it at all, it may also attract exclamations, but it is a little less interesting.

The praise of peers is the highest praise.

But for only twenty yuan, he will definitely not use all his strength, about five successes, which is enough to satisfy 99% of people.

Hearing Su Youwei's words, Yang Qin remembered the pair of words she found at home some time ago.

"Did you write that last time at home?"

"That's right."

This time Yang Qin was a little surprised, although she didn't know calligraphy, she could still see at a glance whether it looked good or not.

The handwriting at home, in her opinion, was no worse than the handwriting of some masters above.

Even when she saw it at first glance, she thought it was very amazing, and those masters didn't seem to be very good compared to them.

The most important thing is that when she saw those words, she felt that there was a teenager singing that he was the first class in the world.

There is a special artistic conception wrapped around the handwriting.

"I didn't expect you to know calligraphy, why haven't I seen you show it before?" Yang Qin was a little strange.

"It's not like there's no right time to show it." Su Youwei said with a haha.

"But calligraphy is different in each font, and the way of writing is also different, you say that you can choose any font, can you write well?" Looking at the sign put out by Su Youwei, Yang Qin was still a little puzzled.

"Of course it's no problem, it's just a hobby, write casually, I'm just a stall player, just have a little look, and expect me to write like a master."

"If the guest is not satisfied, then don't give money."

Su Youwei said modestly, and directly told his wife that his calligraphy was the first in the world, and there was no substantial evidence, and it would only be regarded as bragging.

"Also, if you are not satisfied with the money, if someone asks for it, twenty yuan a pair, it is quite profitable." Yang Qin thought about it, and it was true.

"But I see that your five fonts seem to look good."

Yang Qin took a look at it and found that the handwriting of the five styles of calligraphy looked good.

But she's just a layman, and she can't see the specific doorway, but she just thinks it's good-looking.

"Generally, it must look okay, otherwise how to set up a stall." Su Youwei felt a little proud in his heart, but he was still modest.

"You have this technology, why don't you go to a stall to write couplets during the Chinese New Year before, that can make money, any one to write is dozens of yuan, but I heard that Wen Jing and her husband make thousands of dollars a day when they write during the New Year." Yang Qin blurted out as if she had thought of something.

"I didn't think of it before, and I don't need it now."

Good guys, of course, because they don't yet

Handwritten couplets during the Chinese New Year, that really makes money.

Everyone will not save money, just say something nice, and the other party will be very happy to pay.

The two were chatting when Su Youwei's phone rang, and the chair he bought was delivered.

After communicating with the errand boy, a battery car soon drove over, and there was a chair on top of the battery car.

"Hello, this is your chair, right?"

"Uh-huh, thank you, hard work."

"It's fine."

After holding the recliner in his hand, Su Youwei could finally lie down comfortably.

It's early in the morning, and it's a weekday, and there aren't many people in the square.

Even if there is, it is a person who is in a hurry to get to work.

There are only a few nearby residents hanging out, or some elderly people with babies.

Obviously, their spending power is not too high.

However, every once in a while, a transaction is always completed.

Su Youwei is not too easy to sell here, and Yang Qin's stationery is easier to sell.

Maybe it's early in the morning, and there's really no business.

The owner of the chicken feet shop next to him came over and chatted:

"Boss Su, this is your daughter-in-law."

"Well, my daughter-in-law, Yang Qin."

"Hello."

"Hello."

A little hello, it's considered an acquaintance.

The owner of this chicken feet shop is a middle-aged man in his thirties, named Lu Jiangping, who looks like he should be about thirty-five, with a very kind smile, and on the back of his right hand, there is a very long scar, and I don't know how it was caused.

"I said Boss Su, you rent this to set up a stall, go out of the stall for eight hours a day, and have two days off on weekends, is this profitable?" Lu Jiangping was really a little curious.

Su Youwei is really too weird.

The things in the stall are strange, and it doesn't seem to be profitable, after all, the current profits are very transparent, and if you want to guess, you can estimate it casually.

Even if the things sold don't make money, he doesn't want to complain about the time of setting up the stall, he just wants to come as he wants.

"There is still a little bit of money, and at the end of the day, removing the cost and making hundreds of dollars is not a big problem." Su Youwei said truthfully.

"It's not much, but it's still more comfortable than going to work."

"This brother, more than 100 yuan a day, how can he maintain the family expenses, I'm afraid it's not enough, and you also brought your daughter-in-law to set up a stall together?" Lu Jiangping was even more puzzled, didn't this brother think about it for the future?

Lu Jiangping felt that he needed to persuade this brother not to be greedy for pleasure at this age.

Even if you come out to set up a stall and set it up honestly, you can still make money.

Where is the stall eight hours a day, and the weekend is closed, how can it be possible to make money?

"You said that you would be able to maintain your family. Of course, it is not dependent on the income from the stall to maintain the family's expenses. ”

"I have invested in other companies, and I make hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, and millions are still no problem."

Su Youwei still spoke very sincerely and told the truth about himself.

Lu Jiangping:

Well, I am the trump card in the playing cards.

(End of chapter)