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

"elder brother!"

"You are truly a god!"

"I've been working here for so long, and you're the first one to earn money from foreigners easily!"

After the four foreigners left, the young man quickly came over and gave a thumbs up.

"You think painting is easy?"

Li Cunxi glanced at him.

"It's not easy, it's not easy. Most people can't learn your skills. I'm just envious..."

The young man smiled and said, "But these foreigners are really rich, and they are willing to spend 50 yuan to buy a painting."

Li Cunxi stuffed the foreign exchange coupons into his pocket and replied: "When people earn a lot, they are naturally willing to spend it."

In 83, the U.S. dollar exchange rate was 1:1.97. Although the gap was not very big, the per capita income in the United States was 1.55 U.S. dollars, while in my country, it was less than 300 U.S. dollars.

What's more, if you can travel abroad, your income will not be low.

So 50 yuan for a painting is nothing to them.

"It seems to be the reason."

Jin Wen rolled his eyes, grabbed Li Cunxi's arm, and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Xi, you are so fluent in foreign languages, can you help me sell cigarettes? I don't want more, a pack of Marlboros costs 20 yuan, we two half each."

"Don't you know that Marlboro is a foreign brand? You sell foreign products to foreigners and sell them at double the price. You think foreigners are fools. Also, your cigarettes are fake."

"Damn it! I've actually been cheated. No wonder it's been a few days and I haven't sold a pack yet. It's his grandma's. Let's see if I don't mess with him when I get back!"

Jin Wen jumped in anger.

Li Cunxi smiled and said nothing, took out a new drawing paper and continued drawing.

"Xige!"

"Since those foreigners are so interested in ink paintings, I will make some to sell tomorrow!"

"I'm not trying to steal your business. I don't have your painting skills, so I'm going to hang some paintings. This doesn't conflict with you. Do you have any objection, Brother Xi?"

Jin Wen squatted beside him and said with a flattering smile.

"I don't mind. My family doesn't run the Old Summer Palace. I don't care what you sell."

Li Cunxi said indifferently.

In fact, it’s not just gold inscriptions. The nearby stalls saw him selling a painting for 50 yuan in foreign exchange coupons, and everyone was already greedy.

I guess they have the same idea as Jin Wen.

But they looked at the problem too superficially. What those foreigners were interested in was not just the paintings, but also his craftsmanship!

This is something that small vendors cannot imitate.

Next.

A few more foreigners came over and sold a few pairs in twos and threes.

There were many people gathered around Li Cunxi's stall, most of them watching the excitement and enjoying the fun.

There were also a few picky foreign aunts who ignored the warning on the sign saying no to bargaining and bargained with him.

Li Cunxi was annoyed by the noise and saw that there was not much drawing paper left, so he picked up the sign and sold all the remaining paintings at a fixed price.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, Li Cunxi sent the foreign aunt away with a smile, turned his stiff wrist, and prepared to close the stall.

The tourists who were watching the excitement dispersed, leaving only a group of foreigners who were talking to a Chinese man in a suit, and then a few people came up.

First, a bloated foreigner with blond hair chirped a few words. After listening, the man in a suit turned to Li Cunxi and smiled: "Little brother, I have a deal here, are you interested?"

Li Cunxi raised his head and glanced at the group of foreigners behind him: "I can speak English."

The man in the suit smiled: "I know, I am here as a translator today to accompany this group of foreigners out to have fun, to save my brother's face."

These days, those who can translate are all top students. If Li Cunxi talks to those foreigners in English, he will be in trouble as a translator.

Li Cunxi nodded slightly and said in Mandarin: "I don't have any drawing paper. I want to buy a painting. Come back tomorrow."

"I want it too!"

"These foreigners are going to other cities soon, and they won't be able to see you tomorrow."

"Brother, this is a big deal, I have to make an appointment with you in advance."

The man in the suit said nice things.

He spoke like a foreigner and obviously didn't like foreigners, but he had to please them.

Li Cunxi didn't ask any more questions, but he didn't have any grudge against Qian either. He paused and asked, "What's the big deal?"

The man in the suit smiled, came forward and said, "That's right, they are very interested in our Chinese paintings. They wanted to bring back a replica of "Luo Shen Fu Tu", but they couldn't be satisfied after picking and choosing. It doesn't imitate the charm of the original work, so it's difficult to serve. Just now they saw that you are good at ink painting, and they wanted you to try it. If you are satisfied, they will give you money."

"This is no small project."

"The foreigners' money is not small money either."

Li Cunxi frowned and thought.

"Luo Shen Fu Tu" is 573 centimeters long and 27 centimeters wide. It is one of the top ten handed down paintings in my country.

Even copying couldn't be completed in one or two days. With Li Cunxi's skills, it would take three days at the fastest.

"five hundred!"

"No need to discuss anything less!"

"Go tell them!"

Li Cunxi gave an amount that he was willing to sell. If it was less, he would feel a loss. If it was more, he would be afraid that the other party would find it too expensive. Anyway, it was only five hundred, so he could buy it or not.

The man in the suit ran over and started talking to the group of foreigners.

He came back after a while, smiled and extended a finger to Li Cunxi: "It's settled, those foreigners are willing to pay 1000 yuan!"

This time it was Li Cunxi's turn to be stunned, "One thousand?"

The man in the suit grinned and lowered his voice: "When the Eight-Nation Allied Forces came to Beijing, they robbed us of many treasures. Now it is not too much to kill these foreign devils. Brother, don't worry, these foreigners I lead are all big bosses and rich. There is no need to save for them."

Li Cunxi smiled. The personality of the man in the suit suited his taste. He extended his hand and said, "Li Cunxi, happy to cooperate."

Man in suit: "Chu Weiguo, I'm older than you, just call me Brother Chu. These foreigners will go back to other places and fly back to China from the capital in three days. The time may be a bit tight, but it shouldn't be a problem for you. Forget it, I have seen your speed just now."

Li Cunxi nodded: "I'll try my best."

The man in a suit shook hands with him: "Then I'll be waiting for your masterpiece, brother. By the way, give me your address and I'll send someone to pick it up in three days. I'll give you the rest of the reward at that time."

The man in the suit gave him ten solidarity notes as a deposit, and Li Cunxi also wrote an address to him. This was the first big deal, and the intention was reached.

"Xige!"

"Can I hang out with you in the future?"

"What you earn in one day is more than what my parents make in a year combined!"

The man in the suit and his group had just left.

Jin Wendu turned over and hugged his thigh.

He overheard it just now, and he almost screamed in shock.

Selling a painting for 1000 yuan?

The robbers will cry when they hear this!

"It can't be compared like this. I just had good luck today. This kind of good thing may only happen once in a lifetime."

Li Cunxi closed the stall with a smile, thinking about the materials he would need to purchase later.