Chapter 68: Good Pictures:

After taking a three-day break during the Dragon Boat Festival, Su Mingjue spent two busy days and no longer wanted to move on the third day.

Even when Song Chunhe sent someone to ask him to watch the dragon boat race, he just refused.

He is suitable to be a wealthy and wealthy person who just eats, drinks, has fun, and then lies down. Too many stressful days are not suitable for him and his body will be tired.

After a good sleep in the morning, Su Mingjue started to get bored after eating breakfast.

Counting the days, he would soon have to pay Rong Zheng the money and pay Baili Xi his salary. Su Mingjue felt that he still had no time to spare today.

After sighing in his heart, he walked up to the desk, thinking about how to write "Dream of Red Mansions".

He had read this book, but reading it didn't mean he could write it.

Thinking of this, he looked curious. I don’t know how the protagonists in those time-travel novels were reproduced one-to-one.

As bad as he was, he thought it was pretty good that he could barely remember a rough plot.

How about rewriting "Journey to the West"? Su Mingjue thought, the threshold is lower. Although the writing style is necessary, the plot is easy to imitate! It is

easier for him to write, but will this kind of book have an audience?

Su Mingjue was a little hesitant. If he loses money this time, he will have even more money left.

In this dynasty where it is difficult to move without money, Su Mingjue decided to focus on money.

Love, hate, and all aspects of life are things that people talk about. "Dream of Red Mansions" will definitely be more popular once it is released.

Su Mingjue knew that his writing skills were definitely not as good as Cao Xueqin's, but he still had the ability to summarize.

He pondered for a moment, and then began the first description of "Zhen Shiyin's dream-consciousness." He briefly summarized it in everyday words, and when he saw that the sentence made sense, he began to describe it later.

He wrote eight chapters in one day and then stopped.

After school the next day, he went to the inner room to find Baili Xi and handed over the manuscript he had written. "Brother Baili, this is the story I wrote. The writing is rough and you need to polish it more."

Baili Xi Li Xi didn't really expect that Su Mingjue would actually write the book.

He took it and flipped through a few pages with a calm expression. After that, his expression changed drastically, "This writing is really wonderful! Brother Su's talent is truly well-deserved!"

Su Mingjue touched his nose and said with a guilty conscience: "This is incredible. I didn’t write it, it was just someone who gave it to me in a dream, so I wrote it.” After saying that, Su Mingjue felt a sense of déjà vu. Is n’t this

a common excuse used by the protagonists in ancient time-travel novels?

It's a bit rotten, but it's really easy to use. No wonder those people like to use it. He also uses it.

After all, I can't say that I saw this somewhere. If someone is really serious, where did he find such a person?

Baili Xi smiled when he heard this, "You and I don't have to be so humble. The content of this article is It's excellent, but the words and sentences are a bit more vernacular, more like a folk tale."

Su Mingjue secretly said: No, I just wrote the outline in vernacular, without any artistic processing.

However, in order to make more money, Su Mingjue still said: "Now you should believe me, my book really needs a transcriber."

Baili Xi turned over the next few pages, nodded and said: "Brother Su Don't worry, I won't let you down."

Su Mingjue thought for a moment and said, "My study is not open yet, so I can't pay you the money yet, but I can give you a deposit of two taels of silver first, and you can see if it's feasible."

Baili Xi smiled lightly and said, "It's already a great favor for Mr. Su to hire me to write. Baili Xi doesn't dare to bother me any more."

Su Mingjue scratched his head and said, "There's no need to say that. I'll pay for your writing." Qian is a man of the law, no need to disturb him."

Baili Xi nodded slightly and said, "Thanks to Mr. Su's help before, Baili Xi couldn't forget it."

Su Mingjue smiled sarcastically: "Then just write it! I don't know. When is the best time to ask you to get it?"

Baili Xi picked up the book and said with a smile: "I can give it to you tomorrow."

Su Mingjue said in shock: "So fast!" Then he realized that he seemed to be too shocked, he paused and said. : "I mean it's not that urgent. You can give it later."

Baili Xi looked calm and said calmly: "It's not much. Eight chapters should not take long to complete."

Su Mingjue: "... .."

Well, there are all the top students in the world except him!

He could only force a smile and said: "It won't be too late if you give it to me tomorrow."

Baili Xi nodded, "I will go to Mingyuan after school tomorrow . You."

After saying that, Baili Xi took the manuscript and left.

Song Chunhe looked at Baili Xi's retreating figure, rested his chin on his hand and said, "Brother Su, are you sure that such a good-looking person should just let him copy the script?"

Su Mingjue responded as he walked forward: "What is called copying? Polish, polish, you know."

Song Chunhe kept up, nodding and echoing: "Yes, yes, polish, polish, if you ask me to say that Bailixi's color is so good, you might as well just use his painting. I'll think about it. It will definitely make more money than your words."

Su Mingjue curled his lips and said, "What are you talking about?"

Song Chunhe cleared his throat and whispered, "Brother Su, just believe me." With this look, I can guarantee that if you paint a painting, it will definitely be sold out as soon as you sell it."

Seeing Su Mingjue's expression of disbelief, Song Chunhe continued: "Really, this is the one I have in my hand. 'Spring in the World' Bai Ziyu, even though he didn't even show his face, even if he was wearing Mi Li, he could ask for hundreds of taels on the black market. "

With Baili Xi's appearance, Song Chunhe paused for a moment, and then made gestures with his hands. One Wu said: "At least someone bought fifty taels. "

Su Mingjue was surprised: "Fifty taels."

Seeing Su Mingjue's interest, Song Chunhe nodded proudly, "This is still the asking price for a book."

Su Mingjue stopped after hearing this and looked Song Chunhe up and down: "Brother Song. , you have been looking at the paintings a lot, right? You know exactly how much this sells for, does Brother Xiao know?"

Song Chunhe heard the previous paragraph and was about to show off, but later he heard "Brother Xiao" At the word "two words", he instantly lost his temper. He lowered his head and said, "Don't tell Jamming Xiao this, otherwise he should take away my treasured paintings again. "

Su Mingjue shook his head, "You are so courageous. When you meet Xiao Jamming, you are like a mouse meeting a cat. You actually dare to give me an idea to sell Baili Xi's painting. How did you know that he would be willing?"

Song Chunhe encouraged. Chibangzi said: "I dare not say anything about others. Baili Xi's eyes are as warm as a spring breeze when he sees you. He will definitely not refuse what you tell him." "

Su Mingjue hit him on the head with his hand, "What nonsense are you talking about? People treat me the same way because they think I respect him. How can someone take a favor and repay it?"

Song Chunhe rubbed his head and muttered: "It's not like I don't want to give you money. How can I repay the kindness?

" He paused and added: "It's the same as giving you money. It's the same as writing you a storybook."

Su Mingjue said: "Then you are also half a scholar. How could you not know the importance of good reputation? Drawing people on it was seen by classmates. How do you tell him to behave?"

Song Chunhe said disapprovingly: "Then don't show your face and change it." Isn't that good?"

Su Mingjue saw that he was not getting enough, and said directly: "You still said, if you keep talking, I will tell Brother Xiao that you..."

Song Chunhe quickly covered Su Mingjue's mouth and said: "Okay Okay, if I don’t tell you, please don’t tell Jamming Xiao, otherwise he will take care of me like an old woman.”

When it came to Jamming Xiao, Su Mingjue realized that he didn’t come to work again today, and said doubtfully: “ "Xiao Jingming didn't come to school again today,"

Song Chunhe said, "Who knows about him? He hurried back after the dragon boat race that day and didn't see him again after that. He was so mysterious."

Su Mingjue pondered. After a moment, he said: "Is it possible that he is sick?"

Song Chunhe shook his head: "His young man never said anything about being sick."

Su Mingjue saw that something was not right, and was about to ask a few more questions when a crisp voice came from beside him: "Who is sick, Su Mingjue?"