Dong Qiaoqiao said it subconsciously, but she didn't expect that Lin Wanrong would hear it and agree to it. Her face was a little shy, but also a little happy. After all, women loved to be beautiful. To be able to preserve their youth in the form of a canvas was their dream.
"Thank you, Young Master." Dong Qiaoqiao said shyly.
Lin Wanrong laughed and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He said to Dong Rende, "Uncle Dong, what do you think?"
Dong Rende gave Lin Wanrong a thumbs up and said, "Young Master, there's nothing else this old man can say. Other than admiration, there's nothing else I can say."
Lin Wanrong finished the rest of the illustrations in one go. This fake Lady Xiao had different expressions, but they were all beautiful and moving. It was guaranteed that those scholars would be mesmerized.
Lin Wanrong finished the last stroke and wiped his face again. He stood up and said with a smile, "It's done, let's call it a day."
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the different portraits of the same woman in the booklet. Her face was full of envy. She looked at Lin Wanrong and suddenly covered her mouth and giggled.
"What's wrong?" Lin Wanrong was stunned by her laughter. However, this girl was really beautiful when she laughed.
Dong Qiaoqiao took out a handkerchief from her bosom and looked at Lin Wanrong with a blushing face. She bit her lips and moved in front of Lin Wanrong. The handkerchief carried a faint fragrance as it touched Lin Wanrong's face.
Lin Wanrong suddenly understood. She must have done this because the charcoal ash was on her face.
However, this move of hers gave Lin Wanrong a fright. In this era, the boundaries between men and women were very strict. Even though Dong Qiaoqiao was born in an ordinary family, this action was too intimate. Even in Lin Wanrong's era, only lovers would do this.
Don't tell me she has improper thoughts about me. F * ck, if that's the case, I'm in danger. Lin Wanrong thought shamelessly. In this era, to be honest, he was not ready to fall in love.
Lin Wanrong hurriedly took a step back and unknowingly rejected her good intentions. He took the handkerchief naturally and said with a smile, "I can do it myself."
Dong Qiaoqiao was stunned. She also realized her inappropriate behavior and blushed. Lin Wanrong hurriedly put the handkerchief to his nose and smelled it lightly. He said frivolously, "How fragrant!"
Dong Qiaoqiao knew that he was purposely trying to dispel her embarrassment, so she smiled gratefully at Lin Wanrong.
However, frivolity was in Lin Wanrong's nature, so there was no need to pretend.
Dong Qiaoqiao's face seemed to be dyed with a thick layer of rouge. She softly grunted and didn't say anything.
Lin Wanrong gave Dong a look, but Dong was indifferent. No one knew what he was thinking.
Lin Wanrong was a little angry. Little girl, don't be sensible. You're already so old, yet you still don't know how to behave. Don't blame me if you make me angry and I eat your precious daughter in one bite.
This wasn't Lin Wanrong being pretentious. It was because he was still relatively unfamiliar with this world and wasn't mentally prepared to fall in love at all. He could only take it slow.
The father and daughter didn't say anything. It was as if they were acting in a pantomime. Lin Wanrong wiped the dust off his face and prepared to return the handkerchief to Dong Qiaoqiao. However, it was already completely black from the dust. It would be a little embarrassing to return it directly to her.
Dong Qiaoqiao smiled indifferently and took the handkerchief from Lin Wanrong's hand. She said, "Young Master, let me do the heavy work."
Seeing that she was acting naturally, Lin Wanrong calmed down. But on second thought, am I feeling too good about myself? Is it so easy for a girl to throw herself at me? However, I'm handsome, confident, and elegant. It would be abnormal if there weren't any girls throwing themselves at me.
After he finished sketching with the carbon black, Lin Wanrong asked Dong Qiaoqiao to use the brush to trace the imprints on the sketch. He drew it carefully so that the carbon black wouldn't be erased.
This was a meticulous job. Even though it was just copying, the slightest mistake would ruin the entire drawing.
Lin Wanrong didn't have time to tell Dong Qiaoqiao that he didn't know how to use a brush. Dong Qiaoqiao was clever and clever. Although she didn't understand why Lin Wanrong didn't know how to use a brush, she didn't open her mouth to ask.
She carefully sketched the sketch. Her little face was covered in sweat. She was afraid that she would accidentally ruin Lin Wanrong's original drawing.
Lin Wanrong was slightly touched. The unconditional trust the father and daughter had in him made Lin Wanrong feel warm. He really didn't understand the era he lived in. Those bastards who made cages to cheat old ladies of their retirement money. Did they grow up eating sh * t?
Dong Qiaoqiao finally copied the entire drawing. Her skillful hands left Lin Wanrong speechless. Even the smoothness of the strokes was exactly the same as Lin Wanrong's.
Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed. "Qiaoqiao, you can't marry someone else. Otherwise, where can I find someone as skillful as you?"
Lin Wanrong became familiar with her. He didn't even call her Miss. He just called her Qiaoqiao. She was a good girl. Why would he call her Miss?
After Lin Wanrong finished speaking, he laughed arrogantly. Dong Qiaoqiao ran out with a red face. She probably didn't understand why Lin Wanrong, a romantic scholar, suddenly became so vulgar.
Hehe, the handkerchief that the little girl gave me shocked me. I'll also shock you once. I'm so shameless. What can you do to me? Lin Wanrong laughed arrogantly.
It was already noon when he finished sorting out the handbook. He handed the manuscript to Dong and found the printing company to make copies.
Lin Wanrong knew that the current photocopying technology was backward. Fortunately, there weren't many pages in the booklet. It would be good if he could make 500 copies in the afternoon and evening.
Dong had lived in the city for many years. He was smart and had a wide network. This was what Lin Wanrong valued.
Dong took the manuscript and was about to go out to make photocopies. Lin Wanrong suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly stopped him and said, "Uncle Dong, you have to tell the printing company to keep it a secret. This manuscript, in particular, is extremely valuable. If it falls into the hands of others, it will be very easy to copy it. So you must be careful. The manuscript must be sent back in time. "
Lin Wanrong had already promised Old Dong a huge profit. In this day and age, there was no protection of intellectual property rights. If it was really pirated, he would really lose everything. Where could he go to complain? In his era, even if there was intellectual property protection, pirated copies were everywhere. Therefore, he repeatedly told Dong to keep it a secret.
Dinner was settled at Dong's house. Lin Wanrong was alone. If he went back, he would only have a cold stove. It was better to accompany the father and daughter for a chat. Dong Qingshan also came back. His face was shining with excitement. Obviously, it was the first time he had seen results.
Dong Qiaoqiao really proved Qiaoqiao's name again. Although it was simple tea and tea, it was incomparably delicious. Seeing that Lin Wanrong almost swallowed his tongue, Dong Qiaoqiao covered her mouth and chuckled. Her beautiful and simple appearance gave off a faint feeling of warmth.
After dinner, he accompanied Old Dong to take a look at the printing shop. Sure enough, money makes the world go round. Under the enticement of double the original price, the twenty or so skilled workers in the printing shop worked through the night to rush the production. The boss patted his chest and guaranteed that he would definitely produce five hundred copies before dawn.
The printing technique here was still very old. The original manuscript was first rubbed onto kraft paper. Then, the kraft paper was inked onto the paper. After the writing was dry, it was bound into a book. The effect was not as good, but the portrait and writing were still very clear.
This kind of handicraft workshop produced 500 copies in one afternoon and one night. It was indeed the limit.
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