Hao Yue stunned and looked at Mao Yanshou, some did not respond.

She had given him money, but she just felt that he painted too hard, and so good, it was like a tip, the reward. If it was not because of his painting, he would feel unexpectedly.

Satisfied, she won't give money, she will take the picture roll away directly.

After all, the person painted on it is her, she has the right to portrait, and this painting theory should be attributed to her, unless she given to others. Haoyue still remembers several rights she learned in modern political class, but she forgot to this ancient times

The laws and regulations are different from modern laws, and there is a big gap.

However, not to say that she has this right, just say that Mao Yanshou asked her the last sentence. Can she afford a thousand dollars?

No! Don't say Qianjin, Wan Jin is not a problem for her Haoyue.

You need to know that the money she has made in recent years is not a casual number, and you can find out if you check it.

At present, she just takes a look every month, and then puts all the money to her in the warehouse. Although she has not counted the silver in the warehouse, she lift it up every month.

The more boxes, the more the boxes have been filled with two and a half warehouses. The property she owns is not just tens of thousands of dollars.

Thinking of this, Hao Yue couldn't help laughing again. How could she not be able to buy a painting?

After seeing the woman opposite the woman, after listening to herself, she did not look down and blushed her face. Instead, she laughed with her neck, which was strange.

"Well, that painter." Without waiting for Hao Yue to answer, someone shouted first from behind her. It was the old shopkeeper who had just entered Tao Lin.

Haoyue turned back, and saw the old shopkeeper walking towards himself steadily, seeing the artist, frowning. "Mr. Painter, I heard that you want to collect the money of the shopkeeper?"

Mao Yanshou looked at the old man on the opposite side, and nodded proudly. His Mao Yanshou's paintings have always been valuable things, and it is too lost if you do n’t collect silver.

The old shopkeeper frowned deeper, and there was still a little puzzlement about Mao Yanshou's nodding. "If I didn't guess it was wrong, you sent it on it. Did you tell you?

? If you know the purpose, why do you ask the shopkeeper cash register? "

Why can't the old shopkeeper believe that the person sent on the top will actually have Hao Yue for money. As it views, Haoyue likes this painting, and that person should be sent to her immediately, and a pile of good words are right, but Mao Mao, but Mao

Yan Shou ...?

Mao Yanshou looked at the old shopkeeper, and looked at Haoyue again. The bottom of his heart was clear. This Haoyue was deliberately explained before he was leaving.

The shopkeeper, usually he replaced the two bosses to please the woman.

The old shopkeeper said that before he came, he ordered Haoyue for a long time. If she was discovered, she would be good.

When saying this, the Yang shopkeeper who always likes to show a smiley face is also unusual to put a serious face. It seems that this is a very important and very important thing.

Mao Yanshou was a person who would look at it. At that time, it was clear that the woman was not average for the two.
Chapter completed!