Li Chongrun and Wang Rong got together to chat late at night. Li Chongrun yawned and found that Wang Rong had no reply. When he turned around, he found that he had fallen asleep on the couch.
The next day, after finishing his morning exercise, Li Chongrun eagerly pulled Wang Rong to start his own plan. While telling Wang Rong his design and requirements, Li Chongrun took a quill he made and wrote on the paper.
As a person who writes and draws, it doesn’t take long for him to draw a bunch of drawings.
After breakfast, Wang Rong carried a bunch of large and small pictures and let Fang'er lead him to Beishi.
When Wang Rong came back from Luoyang, the capital of the gods, with several carriages of things a few days later, he was startled by the formation at the gate of Qingyi Garden.
Regardless of the hot weather, a large group of people lined up in a long queue at the entrance of Qingyi Garden. It actually surpassed the blue boulder at the entrance and spread towards the path up the mountain.
Wang Rong was sitting on the armrest of the first carriage and was helping the driver guide the way. He felt a little bit out of the sun, so he opened the new fan that Fang'er gave him last night and put it on his head to block the sun.
Unexpectedly, there was a person in the team dressed as a steward, with sharp eyes, who immediately saw the small Qingyi emblem on Wang Rong's fan. The steward did not dare to say anything, and quietly called a boy to occupy it for him.
Taking his seat, he pretended to be anxious and quietly walked towards the convoy.
"Sir, this little old man is so polite." The convoy was squeezed by the crowd in front and moved very slowly, giving the steward a chance to come forward and say hello, "Little old man, Tian Wei Feng Pavilion gave up to Mr. Zhang's family.
I have an unkind request from you, Master, today. I wonder if you can part with the folding fan in your hand?"
"What are you doing queuing up here for?" Wang Rong was very curious, and without answering his question while his eyes were wandering, he asked himself first.
"Then the owner of Qingyi Garden came up with a idea. He said that there was only a hundred pieces produced in half a month, so he asked everyone to queue up to get the number and get the fan based on the number. Seeing that it was the little old man's turn, he didn't know how long it would take to get it.
That's why I beg you to part with me. My master will thank you greatly in the future."
The steward asked Wang Rong for a favor. Although he was a little worried that others would find out that Wang Rong was holding the fan from Qingyi Garden, which was the most popular recently, he still patiently explained it carefully.
"I see that labor markets like Bei City have begun to sell this paper fan. Why would Mr. Zhang go far and near to find this fan at the foot of Mang Mountain?" Although Wang Rong knew that this was Li Chongrun's arrangement, he was still curious about how he made these fans come to life.
The dignitaries and dignitaries flocked to him like ducks.
"My master originally bought a fine paper fan made of ivory in Nanshi. Unexpectedly, when he came back from the morning yesterday, he asked for the fan from Qingyi Garden by name. The little old man also spent a lot of time and asked for this fan.
I spent some money to find out about this place. But seeing that there is no hope of getting this fan recently, I hope the young master will bear the pain and part with it. I think if the young master needs investment bank certificates in the future, our master can also make it convenient."
For an ordinary person, such benefits would be almost a promise of wealth. Unexpectedly, just a fan could be so popular. Wang Rong was shocked and clicked his tongue.
"I can't give you this fan. It's inscribed by Brother Run himself. Other fans don't get this treatment. But seeing as you're wasting so much time with me today, I can give you a clear path. You'll have to wait for two days.
I will go to the largest restaurant in the West Market today. There is a building behind the restaurant. It will be open the day after tomorrow. I guarantee you can buy it."
The crowd in front relaxed a little, and the speed of the motorcade became faster, making it difficult for the steward to catch up.
When the motorcade passed by the steward, the steward glanced into the carriage and found that they were all made of bamboo and wood tables and chairs, things like cloth bags covered with fine linen, and some pipes made of bamboo.
The confused steward suddenly remembered that the young master had just called him Brother Run. It seemed that the owner of this garden was King Linzi Li Chongrun. He must have been a very close person to the King of Linzi, so of course there was no need to give investment banking papers to his owner.
Two days later, according to Wang Rong's arrangement, the steward went to the restaurant in the West Market early in the morning to look for that building.
The steward went there early, and there was not much business in the restaurant yet. When Zhike's big teapot heard that the steward wanted to look for the small building, he smiled and said that he was early, "Sir, the small building won't open until after midnight. Otherwise.
,Would you like some refreshments here first?"
After drinking several pots of tea and eating many snacks, the restless steward finally stayed up until midnight. Zhike's big teapot brought An Xinu over again with a smile, "Master, just follow her."
The little yellow-haired loli who helped Li Chongrun pour wine that day still looked like she didn't understand the language. She just quietly led the steward through several luxuriant bushes of flowers and bamboos and arrived in front of a small blue brick building.
The small building is not big, with two floors. A huge wooden barrel is placed on the blue-black roof. Accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, water is constantly dripping from the blue-black tiles.
The steward looked up at the sky in a strange way. He found that even though it was still morning, the sun high above the treetops was already starting to burn a little, and there was no rain at all. The sound of water must be coming from the barrel.
The steward is a little strange, why put a bucket of water on the roof? Does the owner of the building just like the sound of water?
As soon as he entered the door, the steward was startled by the coolness. When he looked up, he saw a huge cloth curtain automatically blowing out a gentle breeze.
"It's the steward I met on the mountain road that day. I didn't expect you to be the first one to come."
There is a short square table where the desk is placed on the east side of the main hall. A very strange Hu stool is placed behind the square table. Wang Rong is sitting on that chair. When he sees the steward coming in, he pushes the Hu stool behind him and gets very close to him.
came forward to greet him.
The steward and Wang Rong saw Li, but when they looked up, they found a bamboo plaque on the wall behind the square table, which read in elegant handwriting: "Qingyi Garden Life Experience Center".
The manager was a little confused. Although these words were very familiar to him, putting them together was really confusing. Isn't this a place that sells fans? How does it have anything to do with life?