When Shu Yu and his friends returned to the small courtyard in the south of the city, Xun Sheng, Xie Bo and others had already left.

Meng Yunzheng was painting in the study, and Shu Yu wanted to talk to him about Xiao Songle. Who knew that as soon as he entered the door, he saw a large work spread out on his desk, and his eyes were lit.

"Is this... a sunflower field?"

"Yes, your shop will open in a few days? It will also attract a lot of people's attention when you go back and hang it in the shop."

Shu Yu nodded quickly and looked at Huang Cancan's sunflower field and liked it very much. "This painting is the most eye-catching in the shop. It can also give the guests an answer, telling them that melon seeds and sunflower oil come from this flower. Maybe they will buy more for such a beautiful flower field."

Meng Yunzheng put down his pen, turned his head to look at her, and smiled, "Not only, I'll add another chip to you."

"What chips?"

Meng Yunzheng opened the drawer, took out a seal from it, and pressed it heavily on the painting.

When the seal was removed, Shu Yu understood what he meant by the chips.

"Mr. Shanju!"

Yes, Meng Yunzheng also has a very famous and expensive vest, Mr. Shanju. He produces one or two paintings a year, and he doesn't know how to operate it. Anyway, it is very popular.

Especially in the capital, there are many literati and literary scholars and rich people, and they can't put down Mr. Shanju's paintings.

However, Mr. Yamaju has not released any paintings since four years ago.

Many people doubted whether something happened to Mr. Shanju or that Jiang Lang had finished his life, otherwise how could a painting not appear in four years?

Because of this, the price of Mr. Shanju's last painting is high.

Now, after four years, Mr. Shanju's paintings have appeared again, and Shu Yu can even imagine the sensational scenes that may appear in his shop.

She pressed her chest and looked at Mr. Yamaju's seal with a burning look as if she was about to burn through the painting.

"No, no, no, no, no, can't just hang it in the shop."

Meng Yunzheng was stunned, "Why?"

"I sell things in my shop. If the literati and poets knew that such a painting was hanging in the shop, they would squeeze into my shop. Then the customers who really wanted to buy things would not come in and could not hang them in the shop."

But she also wants this painting.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "If you have it, it will hang on the second floor."

"Second floor?"

"Yes, I never thought about what the second floor of the shop was used for. I didn't expect it to be used as an office location for the time being. Now, I think the second floor can be separated from the first floor. I just use it as a tea room."

"Tea room?"

Shu Yu nodded, "Yes, hang your painting, add your fame, and turn around and put some books on the shelf. Then put tea and snacks on it. Think about it, literati need the most face. They can't buy tea or order snacks when they come in, right?"

She has tea, and the tea in the southwest is very good. When she turned around, she asked Yuangui and others to deliver the goods, she would buy some at a low price.

As for snacks, you can use melon seeds instead. If those literati dislike eating melon seeds inappropriately, it is okay. They also sell melon seed kernels.

It's okay to put some other dried fruits into it.

By the way, there is also instant noodles. First release update @                                                                                                                        �

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