Chapter 1511: Chapter 1510: He Also Wants to Make Money by Drawing_1 Chapter 1511: Chapter 1510: He Also Wants to Make Money by Drawing_1 The phenonon of “Skyfall Love Chronicles” had actually beco an anecdote. Never before had there been a storybook novel of such genre, and it was sold at the Extrely Delicious Residence, no less. So, the mont “Skyfall Love Chronicles” was launched, it instantly exploded in popularity.
Just how explosive was it?
Typically, the Extrely Delicious Residence would open its doors mid-morning and start business at noon, rest after lunchti, and not be busy again until evening.
However, during the ti “Skyfall Love Chronicles” was being told, the Extrely Delicious Residence opened at dawn and stayed open until the night curfew. During this period, whether it was the Main Hall on the first floor, the Private Rooms upstairs, or even the Private Rooms in the backyard, they were all completely packed.
The audience listened intoxicatedly, frantically demanding more, using various threats and temptations on Shopkeeper Hong.
Moreover, they were insatiable. At the ti, Yang Wenxiao wanted to increase the sales of the physical books and had not revealed the final ending. The storytellers recited from beginning to end, leaving only the ending, repeating it over and over, but those people still frequented the venue to listen.
Because of this, soone even depicted the scene in drawings at the ti. When the physical book of “Skyfall Love Chronicles” was released and the buzz at the Extrely Delicious Residence subsided, that person sold the paintings, and surprisingly, the sales were quite good.
As participants in that grand spectacle back then, many were willing to spend ten taels of silver to purchase these paintings that faithfully recorded the event.
Now, exactly one year after the release of “Skyfall Love Chronicles,” many who reminisce about those days still feel a surge of emotion. In Qiao Xiaomai’s words, people have a herd ntality, and even those who weren’t particularly fond of “Skyfall Love Chronicles” would willingly go to the Extrely Delicious Residence to join in the excitent and experience the crowdedness if they had nothing better to do.
Bei Yun had heard about this grand event, and now that the Extrely Delicious Residence had launched a new novel with a na that sparked endless imagination, he knew he had to listen.
Last ti, Yang Wenxiao only let Bei Lingsu read the book, without allowing him a glance, so he didn’t know the specific plot.
Upon hearing his request, Bei Lingsu imdiately refused. She was busy teaching every day and did not have the ti to listen to any book. She briefly explained the plot to Bei Yun, but he kept nagging.
He wanted not only to hear the content but also to be personally involved and experience the atmosphere. Being a country bumpkin, he had never seen such a spectacle and wanted to broaden his horizons.
When he made a fuss, Bei Lingsu ignored him, so he started causing trouble.
Many herbs can be both dicine and poison. His poison was not potent enough, so he took the herbal dicines Bei Lingsu used for teaching and prepared poisons with them. Such a grown man, rather than helping, was making a ss. Bei Lingsu had no choice but to take him to the Extrely Delicious Residence herself.
Once again, the Extrely Delicious Residence was teeming with people, but Bei Lingsu had privileges, and Shopkeeper Hong gave up his own seat for them.
Bei Yun’s wish was fulfilled, and he was finally involved in this remarkable anecdote.
Craneing his neck to look here and there as he listened, he called Shopkeeper Hong over—he wanted to paint.
Last year, soone had made silver by painting “The Picture of Listening to the Book at Extrely Delicious Residence,” and this year, he wanted in on the business. With his fa, selling paintings to the rich would surely be no problem.
He had no choice—Qiao Xiaomai’s Floral Dew was too expensive, and he used it up too quickly. To ensure he didn’t run out, he had to think up every possible way to earn silver.
To be honest, his painting skills were not even average. According to Bei Lingsu, he wasn’t even half as good as the artist of “The Picture of Listening to the Book at Extrely Delicious Residence.”
Faced with mockery, Bei Yun wasn’t upset and continued to paint and write with his brush.
He wasn’t selling his artistry; he was selling his dical knowledge. As long as people were willing to pay silver, it was all good.
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