A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 39 Hu Huanhuan

She stood in front of Duan Rong, holding the red snowflake umbrella against her shoulder. Duan Rong looked at her eyebrows carefully under the light.

Hongxue looked at Duan Rong's focused gaze on her, and two blushes unconsciously appeared on her face.

She was shy.

Duan Rong looked at Hongxue and was in a good mood.

These are the customers he needs to serve, like Jiang Qingyu and Lan Ying. He spent so much time and effort on this technology, and it cost him a lot of brain cells to come up with it. Isn't it a waste of time?

Duan Rong held the brush and painted attentively. From time to time, he stared at Hong Xue for a while, and occasionally stopped painting with a thoughtful look.

Not only Duan Rong was looking at Hongxue, but Hongxue was also looking at Duan Rong in a daze.

Although Duan Rong was not good-looking, his cognitive and focused look and his eyes flashing with a calm and cold light made Hong Xue dazed for a moment.

Duan Rong's painting this time was even more attentive than the previous two times.

This is his professional home ground, and the two paintings just now were just tricks.

Duan Rong looked at Hong Xue's eyebrows carefully, thinking about how to find the right balance.

The effect must be amazing, but the authenticity cannot be lost!

It took Duan Rong a full quarter of an hour to finish the painting. He took a look at it, and said with satisfaction, "Miss Hongxue, it's done."

"Ok?"

Duan Rong took down the painting, and Hong Xue eagerly took it. When she saw it, her eyes suddenly widened as big as lychees, and she smiled and said, "This is what I looked like in my dream! You painted it really well, sir!"

"As long as the girl is happy!"

"I am very happy."

"Thank you, Mr.!" Hong Xue took the painting, knelt down and bowed, and was about to leave. She was eager to share it with others.

"Hi, Miss Hongxue." Duan Rong called her.

Hongxue turned around and looked at Duan Rong.

"Ten taels per piece!" Duan Rong smiled and pointed to the wooden board beside him.

Hongxue suddenly realized that she had forgotten to give the money.

Her pretty face immediately turned red, and she took out a banknote and placed it on the crossbar of Duan Rong's easel, saying, "Don't blame me, sir. I was too rash."

"It's okay. The girl likes this painting so much, I'm so happy, why would I be surprised?" Duan Rong replied with a smile.

Hongxue looked at Duan Rong with shining eyes. For some reason, this man's words always touched her heart!
Hongxue bowed again, turned around and left in a hurry.

Duan Rong looked at Hong Xue's hurriedly leaving figure, smiled dumbly, and said: "This girl, so reckless..."

As soon as Hongxue arrived at the door, she was surrounded by several geishas who were there to welcome guests. They looked at the painting and started arguing with each other.

"Is this you? Hongxue!"

"How come this isn't me!"

"This is Hong Xue. Look at her eyebrows and lips."

"This is called a photo shoot!" Hong Xue said firmly.

"Photo?"

"Yes. With my brush, I will return your...original appearance." Hongxue repeated somewhat stiffly the advertising slogan she had heard from Jiang Qingyu.

Soon, the six geishas who were welcoming guests at the entrance of Huaying Tower gathered in front of Duan Rong's stall.

Duan Rong was delighted when he saw the booming business. He maintained order and said, "Everyone line up, one by one!"

Soon, a line was formed under the old locust tree diagonally opposite the Huaying Building. These geishas, dressed in makeup and gorgeous clothes, turned the originally desolate street into a spring garden, buzzing with noise, lively and fragrant.

Hu Huanhuan is already in her forties this year, but she has taken good care of herself and has no extra fat on her body or face. However, due to overwork, she has crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

Her chin is not a round curve, but has a slightly hard line. These features and her slightly slender hands seem to imply that she has a strong character.

Hu Huanhuan had just come out of her room and was about to go to the second floor. After all, the boudoirs of the four major Huayings were all on the second floor, and guests of some importance would not stay on the first floor for too long. As soon as she reached the stairs, she suddenly stopped and frowned.

She had originally arranged for six geishas to welcome guests, but now the entrance of Huayinglou was empty, with only two eunuchs who were holding horses for the guests waiting outside.

Hu Huanhuan strode over, stared at the turtle slave outside the door, and asked, "Where are the sisters?"

The turtle slave twitched his chin and pointed across the street. "That way!"

Hu Huanhuan looked across the street and became furious. "What's that for?"

"It seems like he is a painter, drawing for the sisters."

"Great! This is outrageous! You are so brazen! You are fooling around like that!" Hu Huanhuan's eyes were like lightning. She swung the golden hairpin in her hair, making it rattle. She glared at the slaves and said, "Go to the backyard and call a few people. Take away their weapons!"

"I want to see who is so blind as to make trouble at my doorstep."

Duan Rong is painting a geisha named Juxiang. Juxiang is plump, but her eyebrows are too high above her eyes, which creates a sense of disharmony.

Strictly speaking, the eyebrows and eyes cannot move, otherwise the image will be distorted.

But if this problem was not solved, it would be difficult to make Juxiang look good. Duan Rong finally decided to reduce the distance between the eyebrows and the eyes, and then keep the entire face below the eyes unchanged.

In fact, once this defect is corrected, Juxiang will immediately look good.

Duan Rong made up his mind and was about to start painting when he suddenly heard a commotion in the crowd.

Hu Huanhuan twisted the ear of a geisha named Chunming in the middle of the team and scolded, "Little slut, it's the time to welcome guests, why are you running around? Aren't you afraid that I will break your legs?"

"What are you guys still standing there for? Smash his stall!" Hu Huanhuan shouted at a few eunuchs holding whistle sticks, shaking their bodies.

The two turtle slaves in the front heard the order, picked up their whistle sticks, and smashed them at Duan Rong's easel.

Duan Rong leaped backwards and landed in front of the old locust tree. He reached out his hand and grabbed the oxtail knife.

Duan Rong took a half step sideways, flipped his wrist, and with the back of the oxtail knife facing up, he lightly flicked it, and the whistle sticks in the hands of the two turtle slaves flew out.

The two turtle slaves were stunned, and then they realized that the base of their right hands was hurt by the shock. They were so scared that they took a step back.

Hu Huanhuan was cursing with all her might when suddenly a whistle flew up from the front and landed at her feet with a clang.

She looked intently and saw that Duan Rong was holding an oxtail knife, and the two turtle slaves opposite him were cowering and retreating...

Hu Huanhuan's anger was immediately dissipated. This is also a part of her character. The more problems she encounters, the calmer she becomes.

"He's actually a martial artist!"

Even if he really met a martial artist, Hu Huanhuan would not be afraid.

Her Huaying Building made a fortune every day, so naturally she also had some warriors.

But she treated those two as masters and didn't dare to trouble them easily. She originally thought that he was just a painter, a poor scholar, but she didn't expect that he was a martial artist!

Duan Rong stood with a knife in his hand. At a glance, he scanned Hu Huanhuan and the other turtle slaves. He rolled his eyes and immediately understood where the obstacle was.

Duan Rong sheathed his knife, walked up to Hu Huanhuan, and immediately bowed, saying, "Pretty sister, I am sorry for being rude."

"It's the time to welcome guests, but I'm selling paintings here, which has caused the young ladies to come and paint, and I've delayed your business."

"Please have pity on me, it was unintentional. Please forgive me this time."

Duan Rong said this while bowing repeatedly.

It was a tense situation at first, but Duan Rong's funny behavior without any twists and turns immediately changed the atmosphere.

Hu Huanhuan was so amused that she giggled and said, "Don't shout, who is your sister?"

"Master Duan, we all call you mom." Xiangju, who was at the front of the team, suddenly said.

As soon as Xiangju said this, everyone burst into laughter.

"You are the only one who talks too much, and you are standing at the front of the line. You are the most active, right? When we go back later, be careful and I will skin you alive!" Hu Huanhuan put one hand on her waist and cursed at Xiangju.

Xiangju was slightly stunned when she heard this, and a look of fear appeared on her plump face.

(End of this chapter)