Doted By The Regent King-Chapter 512: Treat Her Like a Walking Billboard

Wufu had gained quite a few connections at this banquet, especially since she had caught the favorable attention of both the Prefect and President Lou. To outsiders, this was a signal that befriending her could be useful at some point in the future.

Therefore, Wufu did not refuse any olive branches or goodwill gestures from others. After all, no one ever complained of having too many connections.

Wen Jian watched coolly and pulled Shopkeeper Lin aside to whisper, "You’re saying this Miss Wufu is our advisor? We only signed a one-year contract?"

"Yes, Third Master," Shopkeeper Lin replied respectfully.

"Are you mad? Why only one year? Isn’t it the case that craftsmen who sign with our family always do so for at least five years?" Wen Jian frowned.

He had already seen the benefits and advantages Wufu brought. Such a person should naturally be kept close to act as a living signboard for the Hundred Treasures Silver Building. Just look at how many people were now eagerly seeking Wufu’s artwork.

Shopkeeper Lin looked at Wen Congrui and said, "This was Miss Wufu’s own request."

Wen Jian’s expression soured as he responded, "Then have her carve several good pieces that must be sold in our Hundred Treasures Silver Building. By the way, whatever she wants to carve, we can provide the jade."

"This was already discussed before signing the contract. There are no mandatory requirements. Whatever she wants to carve is up to her, but it must be sold by us. And she will occasionally offer us some advice," said Shopkeeper Lin, his forehead beading with sweat.

"What; just like that?" Whether she carves or not is entirely up to her?

"There will also be some sketches," Shopkeeper Lin hastily added.

Wen Jian immediately turned to Wen Congrui to ask, "Young Fourth, you agreed to these harsh terms?"

Setting his teacup down, Wen Congrui said, "Third Uncle, Lady Fu does not like being constrained. She never did before and is even less likely to now!"

Wen Jian snorted enviously, "Of course, now that she’s made a big sum, she wouldn’t care about that little salary, would she?"

In the past, Lady Fu had to worry about making a living and hence became an advisor to the Hundred Treasures Silver Building, but now, with an easy income of tens of thousands of taels, why would she care about a hundred or so taels a year?

The thought of Peach Blossom Spring, and those two hundred thousand taels, made Wen Jian feel a dull pain in his chest.

After many years of hard work by the third branch, our family’s fortune is only about two or three hundred thousand taels. In contrast, she made it easily...

Wen Jian sullenly took a swig of his drink.

"Shopkeeper Lin, prepare ten thousand taels from the sale of the artwork as a reward for Miss Wufu," Wen Congrui instructed.

"Ah?" Shopkeeper Lin glanced at Wen Jian and busily agreed, "Yes."

Wen Jian was also surprised, "Young Fourth, what do you mean by this?"

"It was agreed upon from the beginning that the top prize money would all go to Lady Fu," Wen Congrui explained. fгeewebnovёl.com

"But she didn’t win it!" Wen Jian was pained at the thought, ten thousand taels! Did she even care about these taels?

"Third Uncle, she did win the top prize. She just let the Thousand Treasures Tower claim it. And the one who really stood out was the Hundred Treasures Silver Building," Wen Congrui looked at him and said calmly, "The sale price of the artwork was already high, and we must keep our word. Besides, it’s customary for the craftsman to get a share of the high selling price."

Choking back his retort, Wen Jian grumbled, "She might not even care for it!"

"Whether she cares for it or not is her business, but whether we give it or not reflects our attitude. If we want to retain our living signboard, if we want the horse to run, we must feed it," Wen Congrui spoke indifferently.

"Fine, fine, you’re always right," Wen Jian, unable to argue, had to yield. But his heart felt as if someone had painfully gouged out a piece of it.

Pleased, Wen Congrui’s lips curved slightly as his gaze settled on the woman at the center of the crowd.