It took seven days to rush to make these things for the Eight Prefectures. Jiang Yan's heart was twisted, and there were only three days left.
If he couldn't collect 100,000 gold in these three days, not only would he not be able to save people, but all his savings over the years would be wasted.
Just when he was at his wits' end, Fu Yueming finally came, with a tired look on his face.
"Knowing that you encountered trouble in Daxuan City, I rushed here from Qingdu without stopping. I hope there will be no delay."
Seeing Fu Yueming's appearance, Jiang Yan was a little moved. The two of them originally had an ordinary cooperative relationship. One was responsible for painting and the other was responsible for selling paintings. Unexpectedly, Fu Yueming left Minglou, which he had been running for half his life, and came alone after just a few words.
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"Thank you very much. I need you to help me sell a few things. It's best to raise one hundred thousand gold within three days." Jiang Yan said straight to the point.
"One hundred thousand gold collected in three days?" Fu Yueming was a little surprised.
"is it hard?"
"It's not an ordinary difficulty. After all, your cultivation level is a bit too weak. Even a wonderful painting only costs three to fifty thousand taels of silver.
One hundred thousand gold means selling at least two hundred paintings. Let’s not say whether I can sell them or not. Can you make so many?” Fu Yueming frowned. If it wasn’t Jiang Yan who said this, he would have turned his head.
Just left.
"No, I only made four paintings and one piece of music."
"Take it out and let me see"
Fu Yueming did not directly say that it was impossible. He believed that Jiang Yan was a person who could create miracles, but he didn't know what kind of painting he wanted to use to sell it at such a price. He had never heard that words from the Xuanling realm could be worth tens of thousands.
Golden.
Fu Yueming was trustworthy to Jiang Chan. After the four paintings were unfolded, Fu Yueming walked up and looked at them for a long time. When he looked at Jiang Chan, he seemed to be looking at a monster.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Did you draw all this?"
"Of course, it took seven days from conception to creation." Jiang Yan did not hide it.
Fu Yueming felt that he had made the right bet. When he received the fish letter from Jiang Gan, he was still a little hesitant. After all, everything he owned was in Qingdu.
Finally, Minglou's business improved to some extent, and he also entered the eyes of those old scribes based on Jiang Yan's words. He was betting on his future by giving up everything and coming to Daxuan City.
But Fu Yueming is also a smart man. After comparing the pros and cons, he found that his biggest backer was not Minglou, but Jiang Gu.
There are many aristocratic families in Yunzhou who want to spread their influence to the Xuan Kingdom and transform from a large family in the state to a large family in the Xuan Kingdom. Unfortunately, they are suppressed by the Confucian government and secondly because they have insufficient savings. Few families can do this.
This decision became a turning point in Fu Yueming's life.
After coming out of being immersed in the painting, Fu Yueming had already paid attention.
"I don't understand your music very well, so I can't estimate its value or give you any advice."
"But these paintings of yours are a bit special. Even though most of the paintings sold in Minglou are of high quality, I also have a family background, and I am quite famous in the Qing capital for appraising paintings.
The preciousness of these paintings cannot be measured by their quality alone. However, although you are number one in the Eight Prefectures, it is not easy to sell for one hundred thousand gold. You need to work hard."
Jiang Yan also understood what Fu Yueming said was nothing more than hype.
He has long known that as a painter, if you don't know how to hype, you will only be a painter for the rest of your life, and you will never become an artist.
"What kind of hype is needed?"
"You don't have to worry about this. I will arrange it. You just need to cooperate with me."
Regarding becoming famous in Xuancheng, this was originally something Jiang Yan was unwilling to do. He still remembered Yuan Wushe's instructions in the Lixia Pavilion.
If you do it without regrets, you will not be able to become famous. Before your sharp edge is revealed, you have already shocked the world. You have to keep quiet for several autumns in the Qing Dynasty.
Sui's ambition was not to become famous, so Jiang Yan would cause countless troubles for himself every time he appeared in public. In the Ehu Association, he won the first place among the eight houses and was almost shot to death by those old Confucian scholars. He also almost triggered a war between the Wen Mansion and the Confucian Mansion.
The advice given to him by the old magician was to keep a low profile in the Qing capital, but people often have no control over things. He didn't know what kind of trouble Fu Yueming's campaign would bring him this time, but he had no other way.
After all, most of the time, fame can be equated with the value of a painting. If you want a painting made by a Xuanling Realm painter to sell for 100,000 gold, you need a greater reputation.
Even though Fu Yueming was exhausted, he still hurried away without taking a moment's rest. He could see that Jiang Yan was anxious.
Money is indispensable in the Daxuancheng office, so Fu Yueming brought some savings with him when he came.
In fact, the easiest way to save people is to ask Wei Changli or Lu Daoxuan for help. Both of them are strong men at the top of Yuling Continent. Not to mention one hundred thousand gold, as long as they ask, even one million gold is not a problem.
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But Jiang Yan also had his own pride, and now he went to Wei Changli, just like a child who lost a fight goes to his parents for help.
When he first entered the city, the mysterious painter warned him that Wei Changli only existed to save his life and would not directly participate in his troubles, so as to avoid involving Wen Mansion in the whirlpool of Tianshe Mansion.
Zhang Tang was also curious. He sent people to keep an eye on the inn and received news about Jiang Yan every day.
By asking a person in the Xuanling Realm to collect 100,000 gold in ten days, Zhang Tang was making things difficult for Jiang Yan and wanted him to retreat. His goal seemed to have been achieved.
However, I was still a little disappointed. I thought that the No. 1 in the Eight Prefectures would struggle no matter what, but I didn't expect that Dunk would stay in his room for seven consecutive days without going out.
The painter's method of making money is unparalleled in the world, but there are only three days left to raise so much money. Not even a painter from the Xuanling Realm, not to mention the Huiyang Realm, can't do it. The matter seems to have been settled.
Fu Yueming was not enlightened, but he was an expert in selling paintings. Jiang Yan was relieved to have him come all the way to help.
While I have some free time, I might as well accompany Yaya to have fun on the streets of Daxuan Imperial City.
When she found out that Jiang Yan was going to play with her, Yaya sat on his neck and danced excitedly.
But just as he was leaving the inn, something happened. An old man over nine feet tall with rough features and disheveled hair stood at the door of the inn, holding two dying government servants in his hands.
"TMD, even the dogs raised by the prison officials dare to come here. If I catch you staring at my young master again in the future, I will skin you."
Zhang Tang is the chief of the prison bureau and an important figure that cannot be ignored in Daxuan City. Few people dare to offend him, but this old man can't control so much. Just scolding him does not relieve his hatred, and he punches him in the face.
The two prison officials responsible for guarding Jiang Yan will have nothing to do with themselves for the rest of their lives.
"What are you looking at? You haven't seen anyone being beaten?"
The old man's aura was like that of a wild lion. There were many people coming and going in the inn who liked to watch the excitement, but when he yelled and cursed, everyone was afraid to avoid him and stayed away.