"portrait?"

"Yes, from the traces, it should have been printed with a mold, but this stroke... Oh my God, they actually used fine diagonal lines and crossed lines to represent light or dark shadows, while the light was ink color." Mr. Zhuang exclaimed, "Don't you think... this portrait is lifelike, like standing on the picture?"

"You said this, it's a bit of a meaning." Wei's father thought, "but it is just a palm-sized portrait after all, and can be printed in batches. It shouldn't be worth much, right?"

"The valuable thing is the painting skills." The other party insisted on the railway track. "I have collected many famous paintings from famous artists and have some understanding of this industry. For those masters, seeking breakthroughs in skills is equally important and improving their mood level. I can't say that it is more specific, but this method of using lines to represent light and shadow to stand up the portrait is definitely from famous artists! If the original version can be obtained, it will definitely be sold at a high price in a few years."

"So that's what you mean." Wei's father suddenly realized.

"Of course, the value of this newspaper is far above ten texts... Putting aside the cost, it is the first issue of commemorative significance, and the content is so amazing. If I didn't read it, I wouldn't know that there was a dragon in Jinxia City... It was really eye-opening." Mr. Zhuang looked at Wei Wushuang, "It should sell well."

"No... When I went to buy newspapers, almost no one was willing to pay."

"What?" the other party said in surprise, "How many newspapers are there in that store?"

Wei Wushuang thought about it, "About two or three thousand?"

"This way... I'll buy half of it." The merchant surnamed Zhuang stood up and said, "I don't know where the store is?"

"Are you sure?" Wei's father asked unexpectedly, "That's more than one hundred taels of silver."

"When will I do a loser?" He said confidently, "People outside want to know the news about Jinxia City, and they will be taken to Anshen City to sell. No one wants to ask for it for twenty yuan. And those painters, paying one or two dollars is nothing to them. To put it bluntly, the transaction itself is to use the difference in news to obtain profits. As long as the channels are open, there are few things in the world that cannot make money."

"I'll take you there!" Wei Wushuang said happily.

"But didn't you just say... you're going to the Affairs Bureau later?"

"Oh, it's too late. Mr. Zhuang, please come with me."

Wei Wushuang put on his outer robe again and took the other party out. At the same time, he was happy. Although he could only increase the sales of one store, it was better than not being able to sell one. Moreover, Mr. Zhuang's vision was indeed good. If he could sell the newspapers to other places, it would be considered as the original intention of the Propaganda Department.

However, with the financial owner rushing to the bookstore, Wei Wushuang got an unexpected reply from the store.

"What newspapers did you say have been sold out?"

"Yes," the boss said embarrassedly, "not only on the table, but also the ones in the house are sold out."

"But weren't there a few people who were willing to buy it before?"

"Indeed, but later a mysterious customer bought all the newspapers and distributed them to the villagers around him for free on the spot." The boss scratched his head, "It's probably a wealthy family who is doing good deeds..."

I have never heard of the two people who use hot porridge and bread to give charity, but this is the first time that they have heard of them who have done good deeds with newspapers.

What's more, these Shenjin weekly reports also cost two or three hundred taels of silver!

Wei Wushuang and Mr. Zhuang looked at each other for a moment.

...

"Sir Chi, the newspapers from Baiwenya Ji and Zhouji Bookstore have been distributed, and the remaining family has no big problems." Kong Xuanzi reported to Chihui, "Only we have no contact with the Affairs Bureau. The three bookstores have a total of 456 taels of silver."

"Thank you for your hard work." Chi nodded with satisfaction and changed to a more majestic leg-up position. "How much money will you still have to bring this time?"

"There are more than 17,000 taels left," Kong Xuanzi calculated with his fingers, "but many of them are gold ingots and gems. If they want to be cashed into cash silver, it will take a certain amount of time."

"Have you used this little?" Chi said with one hand, "It seems that it will not cost much to send a copy to everyone in Jinxia City. It would be great if he could find a way to ask Xia Fan to print more newspapers."

Penglai is not short of money.

But she never revealed to others how rich Penglai is.

Many, many years ago, when humans and dragons coexisted, the sacrifices received by the ancestors not only included children, but also a large amount of property. In order to store them, the ancestors had to open up huge caves on the island as warehouses. Over time, many copper coins were even bonded together and could no longer be separated. When evacuated from Penglai Island, Chi people took away a lot of money in batches, but many valuable things were still left on the island.

This is also the reason why she brought more than ten followers when she was doing things.

In addition to taking care of her daily life, some people were also given the "trash" they carried on this trip.

When Chi introduced his abilities to candidates from the six countries, he deliberately concealed the money and did not want to arouse the other party's greed, thus achieving the opposite result.

After all, such a huge "dowry" is not to mention a demon, even if the object is a demon, I am afraid that someone will dare to agree.

She is a dragon.

A unique true dragon.

It should be more dazzling than this money.

Now... someone finally realized this.

Chi picked up a newspaper in his hand in a happy mood and read the report about himself for the seventeenth time.

He rushed thousands of miles to send reinforcements, called clouds and rain to destroy the fire in the city, isolated the sea breeze and trapped the enemy ships in the Western Paradise, and defeated the fierce pirates first... All of them were positive descriptions, and the accompanying drawings also showed the dragon's heroic posture.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be on the headlines of the news.

Overall...it's pretty good.

Although the pricing of newspapers has led to people's lack of desire to buy on the first day, Penglai can solve this small problem by himself. Chi believes that when this news spreads, she will sooner or later become the guardian of the Jinxia residents and rebuild the Penglai Fairy Pavilion that enjoys the cheers of the world.

The book friends used the small book pavilion before.

"When the snow melts, I will inform those old friends who live in seclusion to move to Jinxia City, Qiguo." Chi said slowly.

This means that it is equivalent to formally deciding to settle here.

"Yes." Kong Xuanzi also smiled with relief. He didn't care so much about whether the Penglai scenery could be reproduced. He just hopes that Lord Chi can live carefree in the future.

"Master Chi" At this time, another person pushed open the door and sent a message at the door, "There is an invitation from the Bureau of Affairs. I hope you can go to Fengyang Villa. Master Xia Fan wants to discuss with you if you have something to do."

Is this the enhanced publicity campaign he mentioned before? Everything is finally on the right track.

Chi raised the corner of his mouth, "I know, I will pass."
Chapter completed!