Chapter Twenty: Continue Making Money

  Qin Kan still had great respect for a great talent like Tang Yin.

  Ancient literary youths were very simple, they immersed themselves in their own constructed picturesque world of beauty, this world had pastoral poetry, birds singing and flowers fragrant, "idle knocking chess pieces falling lantern flowers", also "leisurely seeing the southern mountain".

  His world is beautiful, with mountains and rivers, wine and poetry, but without the two words "fame and wealth".

  Since ancient times, the two words "fame and wealth" have made literary people both love and hate them. Those who get them smile but don't speak, those who can't get them turn up their noses to the sky, pretending to despise them with a snort, completely forgetting how they were once wildly infatuated with these two words.

  Is this what literati are like, hypocritical? But all they let people see is their noble character.

  Qin Kan had a good impression of Tang Yin, although Tang Yin was also a member of the literati and yearned for fame and wealth. However, after failing to attain them, he pretended to be noble, which was somewhat endearing, or rather, his acting skills were not yet refined.

  What's more important is that Tang Yin has a strong and fierce aura, Qin Kan always thought that someone who dares to knock himself unconscious must be a true hero.

  Tang Yin was sprawled on the table, in a deep daze.

  Qin Kan didn't idle around, searching the whole house for a few of Tang Yin's paintings to steal and sell, since Tang Yin was now living a life of drunkenness and debauchery every day, he probably wouldn't even remember what he had painted.

  Qin Kan didn't have a mind to harm others, but he wouldn't mind taking advantage of the situation. After all, he had a moral bottom line.

  After searching for a long time without finding anything valuable, it seems that Tang Da Caizi has recently put all his thoughts into writing poetry and his creative enthusiasm for painting is not high.

  Qin Kan was very disappointed and searched again carefully, but still found nothing.

  Well, it seems like Tang Da is going through a bottleneck period recently.

  Fortunately, there were a few Spring Palace paintings that sold for over ten taels of silver. The market price of Tang Yin's works was quite expensive.

  It's said that a thief never leaves empty-handed, but Qin Kan felt like he was walking into the lair of the forty thieves every time he entered Tang Yin's room. This guy was clearly covered in treasures, so why did he always manage to get himself into trouble?

  But this can't go on forever, the poetry collection has been squeezed dry of its remaining value, it's time to find another source of income, and galloping towards a comfortable life is the only way.

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  Tang Yin's paintings have a ready market, thanks to an old customer of Qin Kan's, the owner of Huang's Grinding Mill.

  Huang Zhanggui is now very polite to Qin Kan, and has already treated him as Tang Dazhang's legal agent. Every time he comes over, he personally receives him with great courtesy, but of course, Huang Zhanggui absolutely cannot imagine what kind of unscrupulous channels this agent uses to procure goods.

  A few Spring Palace paintings were sold for twenty taels of silver, a pretty good price.

  Qin Kan returned to the inn when Tang Yin woke up, with a steaming hot package on his forehead, rubbing it while grimacing.

  "Qin Xian-di has arrived, have you ever seen anyone knock on my door?" Tang Yin was furious.

  "It's your own fault."

  Tang Yin glanced at him sideways: "Haha, younger brother, what joke are you playing? I'm not a madman..."

  Look, intellectuals are just so idealistic.

  Clutching his head in agony, Tang Yin's face contorted: "My head hurts so much..."

  Qin Kan was not very used to men showing concern for her well-being, so she offered a quick and effective way to alleviate the pain.

  A bottle of wine is placed on the table.

  Tang Yin's face turned pale with fear as he woke up from his drunken stupor: "Again?"

  "Brother Tang, have you heard of using poison to counteract poison?"

  "I've heard of it."

  "The best way to cure a hangover is to use wine to dispel wine, which is called 'soul-returning wine'."

  Qin Kan's expression was too authoritative, Tang Yin had no choice but to believe him, and with a tragic flourish, he downed the cup in one gulp.

  "Huh? It seems to be effective after all..." Tan Yin's eyes lit up.

  Qin Kan smiled and gazed at Tang Yin with eyes full of affection, just like... looking at a silver ingot drinking wine.

  "Come on, have another cup of wine, and when you're done, earn some silver for me..."

  Qin Kan has many plans for the future, he wants to buy a big house, buy several young and beautiful maids, buy dozens or hundreds of acres of good land, and also wants to marry a pretty wife who is not too smart or too stupid, most importantly, without violent tendencies.

  All these plans have one thing in common: they all require spending money, a lot of money...... Qin Kan's current total assets are only over 300 taels, still far from the goal.

  So, this matter of earning silver must be pinned on this Tang Da in front of us.

  "Come on, Brother Tang, have another full cup...". Qin Kan was enthusiastically urging him to drink.

  Early in the morning, Tang Yin got a bit drunk again...

  Knowing Qin Kan was indeed the greatest calamity of his life.

  Half an hour later, Tang Yin was on the verge of collapse, and it seemed that he would crash down at any moment.

  Bang!

  Qin Kan slammed his hand on the table, startling Tang Yin so much that he sobered up a bit.

  "Brother Tang! Brilliant and extraordinary Brother Tang! You make me surrender completely!"

  Tang Yin was frightened: "I... what did I do?"

  "The ancient Kanpei opened up, the Three Sovereigns governed the world, the Five Emperors established the social order. The world was divided into four great continents: namely, the Eastern Continent of Victorious Gods..."

  The golden finger was activated, and in this era, no one could stop Qin Kan.

  Between the opening and closing of his lips, he had already spoken of Sun Wukong learning the art of war and returning home, occupying the Flower Fruit Mountain as king, going down to the East China Sea to obtain the Dinghai Divine Needle as a weapon...

  Many details and poems in the original work are not remembered, but it does not affect the smoothness and unique charm of the whole story. He believes that Tang Yin has the ability to fill in the details and poems with a colorful and resplendent style.

  Qin Kan spoke with such fervor that his mouth foamed at the corners, yet he seemed reluctant to stop. Tang Yin's eyes, on the other hand, grew wider and wider, unable to conceal a look of unmitigated terror.

  "This... is what I just told you?" Tang Yin's voice trembled, and his entire body shook.

  Qin Kan nodded firmly, his eyes urgent and full of fanatical devotion.

  "Tang brother, what happened later? What happened to Sun Wukong later?"

  Tang Yin closed his eyes painfully and found himself really going crazy.

  What happened afterwards? Damn it! Why is my mind a complete blank? When did that monkey appear?

  With a loud crash, Tang Da's talented son struggled to push Qin Kan out.

  "Brother, you go back first, I want to write these down, and...I think I need to calm down..."

  Qin Kan wanted to speak but stopped, seeing that Tang Yin really had signs of going crazy, and could only sigh gloomily.

  Forget it, let's get him drunk tomorrow and then talk to him about the book division... after all, forgive others when you can...

  Tang Yin's door was shut without hesitation, and Qin Kan stood outside, a smile spreading from the corner of his mouth again.

  Wealth is rolling in, big house, beautiful concubine, hundred acres of good land, pretty wife... another step closer to these goals.

  Life is so wonderful.

  Pride goes before a fall.

  Qin Kan was so delighted that he forgot himself, when a not-so-pleasant voice suddenly came from behind him.

  "I heard everything..." Du Yan stood at the door with a expressionless face.

  Qin Kan solidified, petrified: “…………”

  Afraid that he didn't understand, Du Yan added: "I stood outside the door for more than an hour, and I heard the whole process of you fooling Tang Dacai just now..."

  "Cough...cough...cough..." Qin Kan had no choice but to bend down and cough, his face turning a deep crimson color.

  Du Yan didn't respond to Qin Kan's heart-wrenching words, she just quietly gazed at him, her eyes clear as water.

  "Qin Kan, what kind of person are you? You obviously have extraordinary talent, why do you insist on using someone else's name? You big swindler..."