He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 56 My Uncle, the Magistrate of Qinghe County

Liu Ding was taken aback by these words. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

The expression on his face changed from blank to guilty, and then from guilty to embarrassed.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan shook his head.

He shouldn't have had so much hope for this landlord's foolish son.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to not put all my eggs in one basket.

......

Upon arriving at Heaven and Earth, Qin Chuan first applied makeup to Xiao Tao Hua and the others.

His practice as a groomsman these past few days has paid off; his skills are becoming increasingly refined.

While I was applying eyeliner to Little Peach Blossom,

Suddenly, that familiar notification sound rang in my mind.

[Help someone trim their eyebrows, Professional Experience +2]

[Experience capped; Dresser job level increased]

Occupation: Dresser

[Level: lv1→lv2 (0/200)]

[Professional Skill: Skin Drawing and Facial Retouching]

With career advancement

Qin Chuan also sensed the difference.

In the past, when he wore makeup, he was essentially just working on his existing facial features, using powder and brushstrokes to make them look better.

But now, he has a feeling that he can do more than that.

Not only can it draw, it can also edit.

With the right application of cosmetics and some attention to detail, you can achieve a beautiful complexion.

A person can completely become another person.

This thought also brought Qin Chuan to his senses.

Isn't this just disguise?

Then this skill will be very useful in the future.

......

as time flows,

Heaven on Earth also officially opened for business.

Several new guests arrived today, one of whom appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old. He wore a dark-patterned robe with a white jade belt hook around his waist and was holding a folding fan, which attracted considerable attention.

The man didn't stay at the gambling table for long. He played for a while, betting on big or small a few times, not caring much about winning or losing, and then stood up.

He didn't rush to leave. Instead, he held his wine glass and slowly strolled around the hall, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the croupiers.

I looked at every single one of them: little peach blossoms, little apricot blossoms, red jade flowers, autumn crabapple blossoms... I didn't miss a single one.

After reading it, the initial excitement on his face faded, replaced by an undisguised disappointment.

It's not that these girls aren't pretty, but rather that they don't look quite like the girls in the paintings.

The women in the painting are all so alluring, like fox spirits reincarnated; their eyes can steal a person's soul.

The girls in front of me were pretty, but they didn't have the right "spirit"; they were lacking something.

The little flame that had been stirred up in his heart by the painting was quickly extinguished.

The man withdrew his gaze, reached out and called to Xiao Wu who was passing by, and asked a question in a low voice.

Xiao Wu paused for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Qin Chuan, who had been observing the situation, went over to greet him: "Young Master, is there something you need?"

The man sized Qin Chuan up and down, noticing that his clothes were different from Xiao Wu's and the others, and asked, "Are you the manager of this gambling den?"

"I suppose so," Qin Chuan nodded. "If there's anything you want, young master, just tell me. If it's within my power, I'll do it without hesitation."

Upon hearing this, the man swiftly opened the folding fan in his hand, revealing a landscape painting of a beautiful woman, with a seal faintly visible at the signature.

He slightly raised his chin, his tone carrying a natural sense of superiority: "My name is Zheng Ding."

After speaking, he looked at Qin Chuan, a faint smile playing on his lips, expecting a gasp of surprise.

Even if it's not an exclamation of surprise, it should at least be a polite remark like "I've heard so much about you."

To everyone's surprise, Qin Chuan only showed a look of confusion on his face.

Zheng Ding's smile froze for a moment before he realized that no one in the gambling den would recognize him.

He coughed, closed his folding fan, and added unhurriedly, "My uncle is the magistrate of Qinghe County."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan instantly understood.

The magistrate's nephew, no wonder he has such an air about him.

His face immediately showed just the right amount of respect, and he bowed and clasped his hands in greeting: "So it is Young Master Zheng! I have heard of you before, and seeing you today, you are indeed as handsome and extraordinary as the rumors say. I was blind and did not recognize you earlier, please forgive me, Young Master Zheng."

Zheng Ding felt very comfortable after being flattered. He twirled his folding fan in his hand, and in a good mood, he took out a coin from his pocket and handed it over casually, saying in a light tone, "Here, this is a reward for you."

Qin Chuan accepted the silver and immediately thanked him.

Zheng Ding glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then suddenly grabbed Qin Chuan's sleeve, pulled him into a corner, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who painted those...erotic pictures that were posted outside the gambling den back then?"

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and asked, "Young Master Zheng, who are you looking for...?"

"I have a friend," Zheng Ding coughed, twirling his folding fan twice in his hand, his tone deliberately casual, "who is quite interested in that painting, so he wanted me to inquire whether it's possible to ask that person to paint a few for him. As for the price, it's negotiable."

Qin Chuan almost couldn't help but laugh, but he quickly managed to hold it back.

After all, maybe they really do have a friend.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly calculated that his money was indeed running out.

This young master Zheng's arrival at his doorstep solved his immediate problem.

However, we must not rush.

In business, the more rushed you are, the less valuable you become.

Qin Chuan looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said, "Young Master Zheng, to be honest, I can't say I know that painter well, but I can at least say a few words to him."

Zheng Ding's eyes lit up, and he snapped his folding fan shut, unconsciously leaning forward half an inch: "Really?"

"However, that person has an eccentric temperament and doesn't like meeting strangers," Qin Chuan said. "If you, young master, are truly interested, I can help put in a good word. But as for the payment..."

Zheng Ding expressed his understanding, after all, the kind of paintings he created were indeed somewhat embarrassing to show to others.

He waved his hand dismissively and asked, "How much silver did he pay for that painting for this gambling den?"

Qin Chuan held up two fingers.

"Two taels of silver?" Zheng Ding was somewhat surprised.

Qin Chuan was also taken aback when he heard this.

To be honest, he originally only wanted to say two qian of silver.

You should know that an ordinary painter would only earn twenty or thirty coins for a painting at most.

Two qian of silver for a single painting is already considered a very high price.

Unexpectedly, this person increased the price tenfold, making the two taels of silver comparable to the works of some great painters.

"Okay." Zheng Ding hesitated for only a moment before agreeing.

A painting costing two taels of silver is expensive in some ways, but worth it in others.

He still kept those two propaganda posters in his study, taking them out to look at them every few days; they were indeed things that couldn't be found on the market.

He then took out a tael of silver from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "Consider this a deposit. If this matter is successfully completed, you will certainly receive a share of the profits."

Qin Chuan carefully pocketed the silver, cupped his hands, and said, "Young Master Zheng, rest assured, I will give you a definite answer tomorrow."

"By the way, if he agrees," Zheng Ding added, "I'll decide what the painting depicts. I can't let him paint whatever he wants."

"Of course." Qin Chuan nodded. "Just tell me what kind of subject matter you want, young master."

Zheng Ding looked around, then took out a slip of paper from his sleeve and stuffed it into Qin Chuan's hand: "It's all written here. Just have him draw it. Once it's done, he'll get every last penny of silver."

"Understood." Qin Chuan folded the note and put it in his pocket. "Young Master, please await good news."

Zheng Ding nodded in satisfaction, opened his folding fan again, and walked out of the gambling den with an air of nonchalance.

He clearly came to this gambling den to ask for the painting.

As the person left, Qin Chuan unfolded the note and glanced at it. The handwriting was messy, but the writing was quite detailed.

What posture, what attire, what expression...

After watching it, Qin Chuan could only offer one comment.

This is an insult to civility!