Chapter 36 036: Regaining old career (Part 2)
The decorations of the elegant teahouses are fresh and elegant.
Chen Tang was waiting for the waiter while playing with the tea cup on the tea table. As a child with mild ADHD, she is not very comfortable with an overly quiet environment. Seeing that the shopkeeper was also dazed and polished the time, he couldn''t help but ask questions that he had been puzzled for a while.
"Shopkeeper, I have questions, I don''t know if I can answer them."
When the shopkeeper heard her words, his thoughts that had not yet floated away were immediately pulled back to his body. He joked: "What can I answer? As long as the young lady doesn''t ask the old man and Zhu Jing about it."
Chen Tang: “…”
She doesn''t want to understand it in seconds.
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Who wants to know the interesting things in the boudoir of you and your wife!
When the shopkeeper saw Chen Tang''s strange and complex expression, he suddenly realized that the painter in front of him was still a young lady in the eleventh grade. Even if the painter was superb and skilled in secret plays, he should not make such a joke about color. He had to quickly skip this topic and instead asked, "What did the little lady say just now? Do you have any questions? Just ask, and you will know everything."
Chen Tang asked: "How could the county government encourage such a business? Logically speaking, public officials should not avoid suspicion?"
It is unheard of that he is still taking the lead in developing this kind of industry.
The shopkeeper thought it was a problem.
When he heard it was a small question of common sense, he was a little surprised by Chen Tang''s "simplicity", which is well-known common sense. Then I thought about it that this young lady was beautiful and had a good temperament. She had no trace of doing rough work and had good painting skills. She must have been born in a wealthy family before she was in a down-and-out family. It is normal for her relatives to protect her from knowing these things.
Thinking of this, I looked at Chen Tang with a little more pity - this little lady must be because her life is too difficult, so she ran out to find a job of secret drama. If the business cooperation of this order goes smoothly, you can keep other drawings for her in the future.
He took a sip of tea and sighed, "Well, it''s a long way to say it. There are many natural disasters in recent years and wars, and the people can''t live. Those who have fields at home dare not plant them. Those who have plants are afraid to be robbed by bandits, and those who have no fields will starve to death. Do you think that adults cannot eat enough or wear warmth, and how much can children afford to raise them?"
Chen Tang shook his head: "Of course I can''t afford it."
The shopkeeper said, "So, if you can''t afford it, you''ll lose it or sell it. When the county government saw that this was not possible, he said that he would build more timber houses, selling singing, dancing and laughter. On the one hand, it would attract foreign merchants and make money, and on the other hand, it would be able to settle these children. On the other hand, the taxes were so heavy to make up for the vacancies. Otherwise, the superiors would force the tax to ask for the tax bank, and the county government wouldn''t be able to give it up?. If you do this, what would it be... one kills multiple goals."
Chen Tang''s face changed when he heard this.
I endured it and endured it, and I just felt disgusted.
She asked: "What does the county government really mean?"
The shopkeeper pointed to the center of Xiaocheng.
He lowered his voice and leaned closer and said, "Of course, the notices are posted like this. What do these nobles think? What can we ordinary people say? To be honest, there is nothing wrong with not fighting! Now, after such a disturbance, selling your son and daughter into a brothel is a gift from these nobles."
Due to the special current situation and the county government''s encouragement, other businesses in Xiaocheng were not easy to do, but the business of the Luluo and Tishe made a fortune, and the business was booming every day.
The people who couldn''t survive were forced to sell their children, and the money they sold was not enough for the family to spend a month, but instead they were full of the traffickers and the tiles. As there are more children selling, the range of choices and pickiness for these people is wider, so they join forces to reduce the price, and the parents of the children can only sell them at a low price with tears in their eyes.
A child with a fair appearance can be taken away at most one or two hundred liters. The fate in the future depends entirely on luck.
After the shopkeeper said that, he sighed in great anger. Yu Guang saw Chen Tang tracing intently. He suddenly realized that he had told a child that he shouldn''t have said, and immediately made up for it: "Alas, all these have passed. It''s not easy to live in this world now."
As for whether to endure hunger, displace, or stay in the brothels and bring in and out, the right to choose is not in the hands of the poor. Life is cheaper than grass, so how can you choose?
At least I have a life left when I stay in the tile house. If God admires his face, he gives me a beautiful face and looks, and he will be a top brand to eat and drink. Even if he dies at a young age, he will be considered "wonderful" - he is afraid of being killed by thugs, and he will be taken to the battlefield as cannon fodder, giving away his head, or he will be trembling with several acres of barren farmland, busy all year round, and the whole family will starve to death.
Chen Tang just felt it was too heavy.
The shopkeeper saw her showing a sad expression, thinking of changing the topic and asked her: "Guess, how many men''s halls are there in these five long streets? How many women''s halls are there?"
Chen Tang didn’t know.
He said casually: "Half and half?"
The shopkeeper shook his head: "The men''s restaurant accounts for this number!"
He gestured for a "seven".
It means 70%.
Chen Tang: “…”
The shopkeeper turns on the self-question mode.
"You must be curious why this is the case, right? The answer is not difficult. Do you know that the person above your head was once the ''pet prince'' of the king of Xin? He has a nickname called ''Ni Jiao''. As soon as he was born, he attracted countless envy. There are more and more folk male restaurants and their business is getting better and better. Look, he is now the lord of a country." He slapped his thigh and shouted, "How amazing!"
Only the short time was to award the "Most Inspirational Male Concubine Award in History" to Zheng Qiao. When a man is so fond of this, no one will say anything about it after reading it!
Zheng Qiao also became the idol male **** of the male manager.
Chen Tang: “…”
After a while, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside the private room.
The shopkeeper got up and opened the door. There were three strangers standing outside the door, two tall and one short. The man in the middle was wearing a curtain, covered with black veil, and there were two tall and fierce-looking guards on the left.
Needless to say, the person in the middle is the real person.
After entering the elegant room, he took off the curtain and revealed a fair and delicate face that looked a bit mean. Rather than being a man, he is a slightly immature boy. His eyes swept over Chen Tang, and when he saw that there was no third person, he asked the shopkeeper: "Where is the painter?"
Chen Tang raised his hand: "Here!"
He didn''t even look at Chen Tang, and he burst his anger at the shopkeeper: "Did I give you less money? He actually sent me such a young girl movie? Do you know how important that picture is?"
The shopkeeper didn''t expect that the man had such a big temper, but he could only bend over to please him for business and promise Chen Tang: "Don''t look at this young man, his painting skills are not worse than those painters before."
Chen Tang nodded in agreement.
After all, she once relied on this skill to make a living.
Believe in her professional ability!
The man heard this and looked at Chen Tang carefully.
At this time, Chen Tang had already stood up, and the Wen Xin hanging around her waist drooped down with her movements, and the transparent painting was faintly colorful under the light. The boy was stunned and suddenly changed his tone: "Okay, let this person give it a try. If I can''t satisfy me, I''ll change it! But I have a request!"
Chen Tang was full of confidence: "Just say it."
Young man: "You have to use the pen, ink, paper and inkstone I provided to make paintings."
When Chen Tang heard this, he said this was a good thing and immediately responded.
The sky is dark and the stars are boiling.
Qi Shan always felt that something was missing on this day.
Hearing the sound of footsteps from next door again, he knew that Chen Xiaolangjun was back. He glanced at the new books collected on the book desk, thought for a while, and knocked on Chen Tang''s door with them in his arms.
Chen Tang had just finished writing the draft and was about to splash ink.
"Wait, come here."
Chen Tang got up and went to open the door.
"Is there anything wrong with Yuanliang?"
As he said that, he turned sideways and let Qi Shan in.
"I borrowed a few copies of the manuscripts from my friend. Do you need it?..." Before I finished speaking, I didn''t put down the booklet. I saw the works spread out on Chen Tang''s table and said in surprise, "Mr. Chen Xiaolang, which ''expert'' teaches this ''painting'' in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"
The paper is painted with a **** round head, and the body drawn by a few strokes is like twisted together, lying on a utensil that may be a "recliner".
There was a bump on my head. I don’t know if it was a bun or a flower on my hair. I grabbed a round fan with my right hand and hung my left hand... I should be a person lying on a chaise longue and trying to shape, which should be convex and concave.
The sloppy and weird thing was inexplicably aroused aura.
The key is that there is more than one "person" on the white paper. When you look in series, the characters'' movements range from being untied to climbing onto the bed and shaping. The scene that has not been finished should be the second strange "person"... He saw the inexplicably "suffering" atmosphere.
Pray for goodness…
It is really hard for him to say that this is a "painting" against his conscience.
?I did something today. I didn’t close the window when I went out. I poured my computer back into the study and the mouse was scrapped. I could only use an unfamiliar gamebook to code, but I couldn’t catch up. There are still a few hundred words left to make up for it later.
PS: I saw this sentence and it was revised. In order to write Tang Mei’s painting, there were 500 words more, so it was updated relatively late.
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(This chapter ends)