The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

"I want to go, but I still miss it. I look at each other just like that. Is it good to meet again without saying a word? It's raining in spring, and it's cloudy in Wushan when I sleep. My husband sits in the yellow hall, and the girl stands embroidered on the window. Blame her for the flowers and birds embroidered on her skirt hairpin." Shuangshuang..."

Yuan Kewen sang Kunqu Opera with lotus steps, walked gracefully in front of Zhou Hexuan, flicked his sleeves, and exclaimed softly: "Oh, which handsome gentleman is this, it really makes my heart beat, my body My son is going crazy!"

Zhou Hexuan was sweating profusely, with goosebumps all over his body, he cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Han Yun, Mr. Zhou is taking the liberty to visit, so please invite Haihan."

Yuan Kewen rolled up his long sleeves, and asked in a manly voice, "Can you sing Kunqu opera? Sing a few with me."

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "I don't know how to play Kunqu opera, I'm incomplete."

"Disappointment!"

Yuan Kewen sat down with his legs crossed, leaned on the sofa, drank tea and said, "Sit down, both of you, if you have something to say, don't go round about it."

"The number of refugees in Tianjin is increasing day by day, and the government and charities are standing by. I want to organize a disaster relief activity, and I hope the Green Gang can help." Zhou Hexuan explained the purpose of his visit.

Yuan Kewen laughed loudly: "Disaster relief? I still have to find someone else for disaster relief. You came to the wrong place."

Yuan Kewen didn't lie, he was really poor, and the money Yuan Shikai left him had already been spent. This guy likes to sing operas, and often sets up a stage at his own expense to invite audiences to enjoy. Once he went to Shanghai to play, and he spent 600,000 yuan on one trip, so he can be called a boy who spreads money.

Zhou Hexuan thought that Yuan Kewen wanted to reap benefits, so he immediately said: "Mr. Han Yun can get some kickbacks from the donations."

"fart!"

Yuan Kewen was furious: "Is Laozi the kind of person who is greedy for money? I swallowed a few donations and dirty my hands for nothing!"

"Brother Yuan, calm down," Zhang Xunzhi quickly smoothed things over, "Mr. Zhou didn't know that Brother Yuan was innocent, and he made a slip of the tongue."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you," Yuan Kewen asked jokingly, "Mr. Zhou, you are not a friend of women in Shanghai. What kind of disaster relief are you going back to Tianjin for? It's really thankless."

Zhou Hexuan laughed and said, "How does Mr. Han Yun know my name?"

"I just came back from Shanghai and bought dozens of sets of new-style underwear," Yuan Kewen said suddenly, "Yue'er, come here!"

Soon, a ten-year-old girl trotted into the room, lowered her eyebrows and said softly, "Master."

Yuan Kewen smiled and said to Zhou Hexuan: "The girls in my house are all wearing underwear designed by you." He then said to the girl, "Take off your coats!"

"Taking off...here?" The girl panicked and shy.

"If you are told to take it off, you can take it off until you are only wearing underwear!" Yuan Kewen urged impatiently.

The girl was ashamed, afraid and humiliated. With tears in her eyes, she took off her shirt, and she was wearing a bra underneath.

Yuan Kewen said with a smile: "Brother Zhou is really a great talent. He was able to design such a masterpiece. It is convenient and beautiful. It is actually the first invention of the Republic of China."

Zhou Hexuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and advised: "Brother Yuan, let this girl go down first."

"Haha, it seems that Mr. Zhou is also a person who cherishes flowers, so we can communicate more in the future." Yuan Kewen waved the girl back.

Zhou Hexuan followed his tone and said: "My daughter's house is made of water, of course we should cherish it."

Yuan Kewen jumped out of his mind and asked suddenly: "I heard that Mr. Zhou likes to ask for words, why don't you come to me to write a few pictures? Do you look down on me, Mr. Yuan?"

"Where is it, I am asking for Brother Yuan's calligraphy." Zhou Hexuan couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Yuan Kewen was overjoyed immediately, and clapped his hands and said, "It's easy to talk about! I'll write the real price clearly. The lowest grade is ten yuan a pair, and the highest grade is at least three thousand yuan. How much do you want? I can wholesale large quantities, but I never bargain, and I don't accept credit. .”

Zhou Hexuan said speechlessly: "Then let's get some pictures."

"Pen and ink serve!" Yuan Kewen shouted.

Puyi made a living by selling antiques, while Yuan Kewen made a living by selling calligraphy. When he went to Shanghai this time, he spent all his money, so he had to sell calligraphy to pay for the trip. I specialize in writing those messy couplets, ten yuan or eight yuan a pair, wholesale in large quantities, and if you want to buy them quickly, I actually collected thousands of oceans.

Historically, Yuan Kewen ran out of money again this winter.

What do you think he did?

They advertised the sale of characters directly in "Beiyang Pictorial", the contents are as follows: continuous screen, vertical format, banner, two yuan per foot for whole paper, one yuan per foot for half paper. Folding fans are 6 yuan per piece, if they are too big or too small, it will be discussed separately. All of the above are based on running script, doubled in seal script, half in regular script, and different grades. Run first and then book (pay first and then pick up the goods), relatives and friends will be halved, and the ink grinding fee will be increased by 10%.

The servant quickly brought the pen and paper, Yuan Kewen spread the paper on the floor, got down on the spot and wrote vigorously, and wrote three whole pages in less than a moment.

"I'll give you a 20% discount, and you'll benefit 500 oceans. Give me the money." Yuan Kewen threw away the brush and said calmly.

Zhou Hexuan had no choice but to take out his checkbook. When writing down the numbers, he always felt that he was cheated. He came to find Yuan Kewen for disaster relief, why was he forced to buy words?

But to be honest, Yuan Kewen's calligraphy is very good, and his identity is definitely worth the price.

After writing, Yuan Kewen suddenly started yawning, but he was an opium addict. He asked the servant to prepare the smoking set, and while smoking a big cigarette, he asked: "Mr. Zhou, how is my handwriting? Please comment."

Although Zhou Hexuan is not good at calligraphy, he still has the ability to appreciate it. He said bluntly: "He is handsome and elegant, and his brushwork is chic, but the makeup is too heavy."

"Hahahaha! Cough cough cough..."

Yuan Kewen laughed and coughed repeatedly, coughing up a lot of opium smoke he had just inhaled. He said: "Your words are to my liking, this is the style of a gentleman."

Although Yuan Kewen didn't have many concubines, there were countless unnamed women, at least seventy or eighty.

What does this person say?

Eat, drink, prostitute, gamble, smoke everything, don't like money and power, just like women and having fun.

When Yuan Shikai proclaimed himself emperor, Yuan Kewen was the only Yuan family who opposed it. He doesn't dream of being an emperor, he often claims to be a celebrity and a scholar, and loves to make friends with scholars, a bit like Cao Zhi in the Three Kingdoms period.

However, Yuan Kewen's behavior was ridiculous enough. His status as a youth gang was bought with money, and the "big" generation he bought directly was two generations higher than Du Yuesheng. It's just that his "big" character generation is not enough to convince the public, so after opening the Xiangtang in Tianjin, Yuan Kewen always regarded himself as "tong" character generation.

After smoking the opium, Yuan Kewen was intoxicated for a moment, and then told Zhou Hexuan about interesting things in Shanghai. He even talked about "The Rise of Great Powers" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and commented on Zhou Hexuan's new poems.

After chatting for two or three hours, Yuan Kewen yawned and said, "I'm going to bed, you guys go back first."

Zhou Hexuan asked: "What about disaster relief?"

Yuan Kewen said impatiently: "What nonsense, just go back and wait for my news."

"Thank you!" Zhou Hexuan said happily.

Yuan Kewen was not a bad person. A few years ago, the Chaoshan disaster killed more than 100,000 people. He donated the refined rubbings of the jade version of "Lanting Tie" from his Xuanhe period, and a beloved folding fan to the disaster relief, which shows that he still has some conscience.