Rebirth 83: Hundreds of billions of net worth, starting from setting up a stall

"Taihu stone praises, Yiquan stone, Laizhenze. Wild and ancient color. Xuanyunxing, as dark as ink..."

Each vigorous and powerful word jumped on the paper.

"Taihu Stone Ode" by calligraphy master Zhao Mengfu gradually appeared.

People who came around to watch the excitement commented on the running script on the desk:

"Hey! What are the words written? One is big and the other is small, it doesn't look good!"

"It's crooked, but it's not as neat as my granddaughter's writing!"

"This is both simplified and traditional Chinese. I have to hand it in as homework. I'm afraid the teacher will slap me on the palm."

People who don't know the art cannot appreciate the charm of calligraphy.

Everyone around was talking, but no one thought highly of Li Cunxi. Seeing that he was just writing, they felt bored and dispersed one after another.

Only Liu Cong.

When I read the first line, I was so shocked that I was speechless.

"The reason why you can't compare to others is because of the word meaning!"

"The so-called meaning is emotion, state of mind, and the unity of human and pen!"

"The pen follows the heart, and the heart follows the intention. When you are angry, you can see the anger in the words. When you are sad, you can see the sadness at a glance."

After Li Cunxi finished speaking, he slowly put down his brush.

"Little Li..."

"Cunxi!"

"Where did you learn this calligraphy?"

Liu Cong had a smile on his face, and even his titles became more intimate.

Li Cunxi showed off his good calligraphy, which made him dissatisfied.

"As a country boy, I don't have the spare money to learn calligraphy. I just practiced it for a few years."

"Don't bother! Cun Xi, I just spoke a little too loudly. Don't be offended. What about that? If you have time, you can guide me. How can I practice what you said?"

"Guiding you? I'm afraid I don't have time. You also know my situation. If I can't make any more money, I will have to go back to the countryside to farm."

Li Cunxi looked embarrassed.

Liu Cong thought for a long time, gritted his teeth and took out a big unity card from his pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and whispered: "Just think of me as paying you to teach me, don't tell anyone about it, if the money I saved for private use is used When my wife finds out, I will scold her."

Li Cunxi was stunned for a moment.

He originally just wanted to use the opportunity of teaching him to buy his painting tools for free, without any thought of charging tuition.

However, with the money already in his hand, he had no reason to refuse. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you some pointers when I have time. By the way, I also want to borrow something from you."

"Good talk, good talk!"

How could Liu Cong refuse at this time?

Li Cunxi borrowed brushes, paper, paints, and stands, and spent [-] cents to take a bus and set up a stall in the Old Summer Palace scenic area.

There are vendors selling snacks, sodas, medals, etc. all around.

There were also one or two painting sellers. They sold hanging paintings, which did not pose a threat to Li Cunxi.

Li Cunxi set up his stand, polished his pen, and painted on the spot. This was his biggest advantage over other painting sellers!

Furthermore, on-site painting can also attract foreign tourists to stop.

Now that there are so many people entering the store, are you still worried that no one will buy anything?

Li Cunxi was the number one in the area painting and selling paintings, attracting the attention of other vendors, but most of them were just watching the fun and felt that this guy would definitely leave empty-handed today.

A young man selling cigarettes next to him came over, took a look, and sneered.

"Brother, let's set up a stall for the first time. I advise you not to waste your time."

"Look at the painting seller, he only sold one in half a month here, and he forced it to a foreigner who asked for directions!"

"So, buddy, it's better to do something else, your painting won't sell."

A young man selling cigarettes next to him came over, took a look, and laughed.

"I don't think so. There are many foreigners here. If you can travel to our country, you must be interested in our unique culture. Isn't this ink painting one of our national quintessences? Give it a try, just in case someone wants it."

Li Cunxi smiled slightly.

"Come on, I won't advise you anymore. If you stay here for a day, you will know that I didn't fool you. My name is Jin Wen, what's your surname?"

The young man grinned and held out a cigarette.

"Li Cunxi, I don't smoke."

Li Cunxi glanced up and rejected his kindness.

After saying that, I put down the paintbrush, picked up a paper sign from the ground, and wrote an advertising slogan, one sentence in Chinese and one sentence in English, with a translation. After writing, I posted it on the back of the bracket.

"Oh, I can't tell, brother can speak English, he's so fashionable!"

"Chinese style ink painting, painted on site, five...51 pictures? Decline to counter-offer?"

"Dude, you're crazy!"

After reading the words on the sign, the young man looked at Li Cunxi as if he was crazy.

"This is my price, and my paintings are only sold to foreigners, not to us."

Li Cunxi smiled slightly, picked up the brush, and continued the painting just now.

The young man was stunned and had no idea what this man was thinking. For 50 yuan, his parents worked from dawn to dusk to set up a fruit stall, and they only earned so much in a week.

5 minutes later.

Four foreigners came over, pointed at the sign and discussed for a while, then came forward to look at Li Cunxi's paintings.

This viewing lasted for more than ten minutes.

He was so focused.

Forget about moving.

He didn't even bother to blink his eyes.

The young man next to him was stunned.

I rub!

It can’t really be sold, can it?

51 pictures!

Is there really a fool who would buy it?

Li Cunxi finally finished writing, and the four foreigners watching nodded in approval.

One of the foreigners spoke directly and said in less fluent Chinese: "If you are tired of being good, then you can sell the painting to me?"

"Sure, but you'd better wait, it needs time to dry."

Li Cunxi opened his mouth.

The eyes of the four foreigners in front of me all lit up.

Li Cunxi speaks English!

Very fluent, very authentic American English!

"I have met a Chinese who can speak English. Sir, your English is so standard. If you only listened to your voice, I would have mistaken you for one of our compatriots!"

"Thank you."

Li Cunxi thanked him modestly.

Li Cunxi can speak eight languages, English is only one of them.

At that time, he wanted to forget the past and start a new love life, so he traveled to various countries and learned different languages. He thought that traveling around the world and seeing all the scenery would open up his heart, but he never let go.

"Okay sir, let me help you put it up."

Li Cunxi took off the drawing paper, wrapped it and handed it over, and the foreigner gave him a 50 yuan foreign exchange coupon.

Looking at the foreign exchange coupons in his hand, Li Cunxi felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

He hasn't had this feeling for a long time. In his previous life, he was worth hundreds of billions, and his profits and losses fluctuated by millions and millions every second, but he didn't have any trouble.

But today is different. This is the first money he has earned by relying on his own skills after being reborn!

"Can you get me one too?"

"I also want!"

"You all have it, but I don't. If I go back, I will be laughed at, so sir, please draw one for me too!"

Li Cunxi pocketed all four foreigners. In just half an hour, he received two hundred yuan in foreign exchange coupons.

The young people selling cigarettes were dumbfounded.

I wanted to imitate Li Cunxi and set up a stall to sell paintings, but then I thought, Damn, I can’t paint.

I can only stare in envy.