NOVEL NEXT Chapter 73 - Nouveau riches were everywhere!
Chapter 73 – Nouveau riches were everywhere!
Gu Shishi went and got herself a new phone card over lunch time.
After work and when she had returned to the mansion, she dug out the original owner’s little Mickey Mouse cellphone.
She put the new phone card inside it and registered for a new WeChat account.
Even though the old cellphone was slower in speed and tend to freeze from time to time, it didn’t affect its functionality for the most part.
She immediately sent out three messages.
She had uploaded her three recent paintings – Red Mountains, Little Chickens Eating Rice, and Orange Tabby and the Butterfly.
She was just about to add a link to her Little Chickens Eating Rice on Taobao, but when she looked in her seller account, she let out a surprised cry.
“It was sold already!”
She stared at the analytics for a little while, then looked through the message history in disbelief.
The only messages there were between her and MeowMeow; nobody else messaged her all day today.
“What a spectacular customer.”
Gu Shishi felt a bit dubious about the transaction.
“He has no questions for me?”
$30,000 was a lot to ask for a painting.
Normally it’d take some mulling over. Some buyers would even wish that they could first look at the details with a magnifying glass.
But, she was in too much of a hurry this morning. She didn’t even have the chance to add detailed description of the merchandise or add a short clip of the panning from close up to afar of the painting.
And it was sold already?
Just from a picture taken with a cellphone camera?
Wealthy people!
Nouveau riches were everywhere!
In her past life, her master banned her from selling any of her work before she was 20. Instead, he always pressured her to practice her foundation until it was perfect. What he said to her was that she would have plenty of time to make money in the future and that there was no rush for that.
Finally, she gained her master’s acknowledgement to sell her work.
But, by then, her master was already very sick. She spent most of her time in and out of the hospital taking care of him and never paid attention to whether her work was sold.
Then, she had that car accident shortly after her master had passed away.
Come to think about it, she was just a noob in selling paintings; she had only seen her master doing it before.
But today… she finally understood what her master meant.
Everything that he said was true.
“If you don’t perfect your skills, you can sell 100 pieces of work, but they won’t be worth as much combined as just one piece of work after you mastered the techniques.”
That’s what they meant by “[A business] that was not opened for business for three years, once opened, immediately made enough for the three upcoming years.”
She had just made $30,000 in the blink of an eye!
It was too bad that she couldn’t convert these to life or use them to convert to cheats in the system.*
But, she immediately recalled how she could feel like she was inside her painting with the cheat of the system and that made her feel better.
She was happy for a while but she did not forget what she needed to get done. She checked quickly the address of the nouveau rich before she rushed back into her room, rolled up the painting into a mailing tube, slung her backpack back on and went to look for Butler Lin to take another trip.
She hadn’t frame the free Orange Tabby painting earlier.
But if she mailed this Little Chickens painting that cost $30,000 just in a mailing tube, that seemed to be a bit sloppy. She didn’t want to give the feeling that the quality was poor.
She had found a framing shop a while back. Luckily, they were still open after she rushed over there.
She paid the down payment, picked out a frame, and confirmed the time it would be done before she headed back to the mansion.
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Translator’s rambling: “It was too bad that she couldn’t convert these to life or use them to convert to cheats in the system.”
But she can send them as red pocket to ML so he’ll send her back the same amount. It’d be just the same as directly converting them into life. Blind spot on the writer’s part.