Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 528 The King of Gao Leng, please hug (35)

  [Rest assured, according to your drawings, I have automatically generated the finished pictures of all your design drawings and uploaded them to the online store, and our store is in the most conspicuous position, and business will come soon. 】

"That's good."

  Su Qiao opened several sets of paintings and calligraphy that had been prepared, and hung them on the nails on the wall.

   "These paintings and calligraphy will also help me pass them up and see if anyone will buy them."

【Row. ] 444 nodded very simply and neatly, and got busy.

  Su Qiao looked at the several landscape paintings and writings on the table, slightly mocking himself: "I didn't expect that Su Qiao, when I arrived, would actually rely on selling calligraphy and painting for a living."

  I want to trade in stocks, but I don’t have the capital, I want to practice medicine and sell drugs, but I don’t have a certificate. This place is blocked and no other way works.

  It seems that she should learn a few more crafts, maybe she will use it anytime.

  [This is not ancient times. There are few calligraphy masters and painters in this era, and their status is very high. They are sought after by many people, but they have a much higher style than being a star. 】

  444 does not think there is anything bad about selling calligraphy and painting.

  Su Qiao has this ability and talent, why not make good use of it?

  "So too."

  444 said that, Su Qiao's unlucky idea disappeared.

   Then there was a flash of inspiration. If you want to learn craftsmanship, why not start with painting?

  She can still do ancient landscape paintings, but she can’t do modern oil paintings.

  Su Qiao decided to take time to study the modern paintings, and maybe use them in the future.

  While thinking, she opened her online shop page.

  When he saw the price of the calligraphy and painting that was just posted, he was stunned: "This price...is it set too high?"

  One painting, three hundred thousand? Four hundred thousand?

  One calligraphy, one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand?

  Isn't Xiao Si thinking that she is some famous master?

  444 looked disapproving.

  【Where is it high? It's not high at all. For things like this kind of calligraphy and painting, the benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise see wisdom. 】

   [What's more, your characters and paintings not only have their own unique style, but they are also comparable to the master level. At this price, I think it is a bit low. 】

   "It seems that you have read a lot of books recently and learned a lot of knowledge."

  Speaking of these, one set of one set, and it's kind of like that.

[Of course, as the saying goes, live and learn, you will learn which plane you go to, and when all the planes are gone, this system is the most profound system in the universe. Up. 】

  Su Qiao thought for a while.

  At this point, it seems that she has to study from Primary Four.

  *

  In the morning of the next day, Su Qiao and Fu Jingyao had just finished exercising, and the old village chief climbed up with crutches.

   "Little Joe, are you going to town today?"

"what's happenin?"

  "Isn’t this Yungui’s house hosting a full moon wine tomorrow, if you go, buy some ingredients, and bring back dried mushrooms, dried mushrooms, etc., so it’s easy to have a banquet tomorrow.”

  Su Qiao thought for a while and nodded very simply: "Okay, you give me a list of the things you want to buy. I will drop by the vegetable market when I go to town."

  "The list is already listed. Look at it, the ones with the red tick are all for purchase."

  The old village chief took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket.

  Su Qiao took it and read it quickly, "That's it, leave it to me."

  Fu Jingyao originally wanted to follow, but Su Qiao stayed at home to chop wood and water the vegetable field.

  Su Qiao bought some daily necessities in the town, then went to the vegetable market to help the village head buy ingredients and dried mushrooms, and then drove back to the village.

  Before the car entered the village entrance, it was stopped by a group of people at the intersection.

  Su Qiao opened the door and walked down, staring condensedly at the fancy little bastards.

  It seems that I played too lightly last time.

  (End of this chapter)