After suing Zheng Chuanhe separately, Qian Chen didn't mention the money.

If you mention it, you will see the outside world!

He didn't pick up pigeons either.

In the service department, at the Hengpiao Hotel, there are anywhere from eighty to a hundred people picking up pigeons.

There's no chance at all.

Moreover, an ordinary group performance only costs 70 yuan for ten hours.

Enough for what?

One hundred yuan can be exchanged for one hour.

In two days it will be nonsense.

Qian Chen chose another way to make money.

He bought a set of folding tables and folding chairs.

I also gathered a set of writing tools, including pens and ink and things like imperial edicts and memorials used for writing.

Taking out his actor's card, he cut the price to one hundred in a few words.

This is Qian Chen's biggest expenditure since time travel.

It's considered a huge investment.

Taking his things with him to the vicinity of the Ming and Qing Palaces, Qian Chen found a place with a decent flow of people and where he was less likely to be caught by the management.

I made a simple sign.

Sell ​​words!

With his posture and his human-like appearance, tourists passing by would take a few glances at him.

Soon, the first business came.

A boy wearing glasses who looked like a college student walked up to him and asked, "Master, can you write any words?"

Qian Chen nodded.

"Can you order my girlfriend to marry me in the form of an imperial edict?"

Pfft, the curious girls beside him couldn't hold back their laughter.

There is actually such a routine.

Is he better to be funny or romantic?

"If you want an imperial edict, that's no problem at all. We'll write one for you, but it's a bit expensive." Qian Chen nodded in agreement without hesitation.

It's within the scope of business.

"How much does it cost?" The glasses man asked impatiently.

"This is worth three thousand."

Qian Chen opened his mouth wide.

The handsome guy turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, seeing as you are the first to ask for words today, I will give you a 10% discount." Qian Chen stretched out his hand to stop the other party.

"That's also expensive..." The glasses guy said angrily.

"Hey, don't worry, just give me your names. I'll write them down for you to read. If you think they're suitable, you can give them the money and take them away. If they don't, just break up."

The glasses guy nodded and said their names.

At this time, many people had gathered in front of the small stall.

Qian Chen poured some ink and moistened the pen.

Pick up the pen and start writing.

The emperor was ordered by heaven to carry out the imperial edict:

Heaven is virtuous, and adults are a match. This week, Gui Can is a virtuous person who is not yet married. The Jingran family of Tang Dynasty is gentle and courteous, so she can be a good couple. With the auspicious day, the marriage will be peaceful and harmonious, so as to comfort my heart.

Admire this!

A standard imperial edict was written.

There are seal characters and small regular script characters.

It is graceful, mellow and elegant, and the layout is oddly balanced and ups and downs.

The man with glasses was stunned.

He has never studied calligraphy, but what Qian Chen wrote is so deceiving.

Several girls nearby also chirped and liked it.

They have even begun to envy this Tang Jingran.

"How?" Qian Chen was very proud.

Even his godfather was full of praise for his calligraphy.

"Brother, you are awesome."

The bespectacled man took out his wallet, counted three cards, and put away the imperial edict as if he had found a treasure.

I plan to confess my love after I go back.

If it works.

This edict must be framed and hung in the most conspicuous place in the home.

"The time for the stall is limited, so write quickly!" Qian Chen shouted at the top of his lungs, without any embarrassment of showmanship.

As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

"I want to write a poem and give it to my boyfriend. He likes poetry very much. Is that okay?" A girl ran over.

"What do you want to write?" Qian Chen picked up the pen and spread out the paper.

"I...I won't be able to remember for a while..."

Good guy, she turns out to be an empty-headed idiot.

Qian Chen didn't talk nonsense and wrote:

"Spring in the Jade House·Spring Hate" Yan Shu

Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass.

It is easy to abandon others when you are young.

The lingering dream at the top of the building is the fifth clock,

The flower bottom is separated from love and it rains in March.

Being ruthless is not as painful as being passionate.

One inch becomes thousands of strands.

When the ends of the earth are infinite,

There is only endless love.

"three hundred!"

"It's too expensive, little brother, can eighty be okay?"

"Eighty is no good, I just opened it and I gave it to you so cheaply..."

"Please, please~!"

"Take a hundred!"

"Thank you little brother!"

The girl put it away happily.

If Zhang Tielin knew about the calligraphy he wanted to buy for a big price, he would sell it for a hundred yuan a piece.

I don’t know what I feel in my heart.

Qian Chen was also helpless.

He didn't want to waste time, time was too precious to him.

This is a scenic spot.

Those who are willing to spend money are young people, so if you can afford a hundred or ten dollars, you don’t have to hesitate too much.

It won't work if it's too high.

Moreover, not every girl’s boyfriend likes poetry.

More than half an hour passed before Qian Chen sold another memorial, written by a young bald man to his boss.
To be continued...