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  Waaah, I want the recommendation tickets from you brothers, I'm about to be squeezed out of the new book list! Where are the tickets?

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  Dong Qiaoqiao was just saying it subconsciously, but didn't expect Lin Wanrong to hear it and agree with her. Her face flushed with a hint of shyness, yet also with a touch of delight. After all, women are all fond of beauty, and being able to preserve their youthful memories in the form of a painting is their dream.

  "Thank you, young master." Dong Qiaoqiao said with a blush.

  Lin Wanrong smiled and wiped his face with the back of his hand, saying to Dong Rende: "Uncle Dong, what do you think?"

  Dong Rende gave Lin Wanrong a thumbs up: "As for you, young master, there's nothing to say. This old man can only admire and respect you."

  Lin Wanrong finished the rest of the illustrations with a burst of energy, and the fake Xiao sisters had different expressions but were equally beautiful and captivating, guaranteed to mesmerize those talented young men into confusion.

  Lin Wanrong finished painting the last stroke and wiped his face before standing up with a smile: "Alright, done."

  Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the various portraits of the same woman in the small book, her face full of envy. She glanced at Lin Wanrong and suddenly covered her mouth, giggling.

  "What's wrong?" Lin Wanrong was stunned by her laughter for a moment, but this girl looked really good when she smiled.

  Dong Qiaoqiao took out a handkerchief from her bosom, blushing as she glanced at Lin Wanrong, biting her lip and leaning in close to gently wipe his face with the handkerchief, which carried a faint scent of fragrance.

  Lin Wanrong suddenly realized, it must be that there was ash on her face, which is why she acted like this.

  However, her move startled Lin Wanrong. In this era, the defense between men and women was very strict. Even if Dong Qiaqiao was born in an ordinary family, this action was too intimate. Even in Lin Wanrong's time, only couples would have such actions.

  She wouldn't have any improper thoughts about me, would she? That would be dangerous for me, a born ladies' man. Lin Wanrong thought shamelessly to himself. In this era, to be honest, he wasn't ready for romance yet.

  Lin Wanrong hastily took a step back, unknowingly refusing her kindness, and naturally took over the handkerchief from her, smiling: "I can do it myself."

  Dong Qiaoqiao was taken aback, also realizing her own impropriety, and her face flushed red. Lin Wanrong hastily put the handkerchief to his nose and sniffed it lightly, saying with a frivolous tone: "It really smells good!"

  Dong Qiaoqiao knew he was doing it on purpose to ease her own embarrassment, so she gave Lin Wanrong a grateful smile.

  But being frivolous is Lin Wanrong's true nature, so there's no need to pretend.

  Dong Qiaoqiao's face was like it had been painted with a thick layer of rouge, and she lightly murmured in agreement, without saying anything.

  Lin Wanrong gave Lao Dong a look, but Lao Dong was unmoved, seemingly lost in thought.

  Lin Wanrong was somewhat annoyed in his heart, this little girl doesn't understand things, you're already at that age and still don't understand things? Provoking me to anger, I'll swallow your precious daughter with one mouthful, don't blame me.

  This is not Lin Wanrong being pretentious, but rather he is still quite unfamiliar with this world and has no mental preparation for romance, so it can only develop slowly.

  The father and daughter didn't say a word, as if they were performing a silent play. Lin Wanrong wiped the dust off her face and was about to return it to Dong Qiaqiao, but it had already been stained black by the dust. Returning it to her directly would be somewhat embarrassing.

  Dong Qiaoqiao smiled calmly and took the handkerchief from Lin Wanrong's hand, saying: "Young master, I'll take care of these rough tasks."

  Seeing her natural demeanor, Lin Wanrong relaxed and thought to himself, "Am I feeling too good about myself? Is it that easy for a young girl to fall in love with me?" However, as a talented and handsome young man, if there weren't any girls falling in love with him, that would be abnormal.

  After finishing with charcoal, Lin Wanrong had Dong Qiaqiao take a brush and go over the sketch in ink, so that the charcoal wouldn't be erased.

  This is a meticulous task, although it's just tracing and copying, a slight mistake will ruin the entire picture.

  Lin Wanrong hadn't had time to tell Dong Qiaoqiao that this half-baked genius couldn't use a brush, but Dong Qiaoqiao was also clever and quick-witted. Although she didn't understand why Lin Wanrong wouldn't use a brush, she didn't ask any questions.

  She carefully painted the portrait, her small face tense with sweat, afraid that one careless move would ruin Lin Wanrong's original image.

  Lin Wanrong felt a faint sense of emotion in her heart, the unconditional trust that she and her father had for each other made Lin Wanrong feel warm inside. She really couldn't understand how those people who scammed old ladies out of their retirement money in her time could have grown up to be like that.

  Dong Qiaoqiao finally copied all the paintings, her skillful hands left Lin Wanrong speechless, and even the roundness of the brushstrokes was identical to Lin Wanrong's.

  Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed: "Qiaoqiao, you must not marry someone else to be their wife. Otherwise, where can I find another pair of clever hands like yours?"

  Lin Wanrong and her familiar separation, even the two words "Miss" were omitted, directly calling her Qiaoqiao.

  Dong Qiaoqiao's small face turned bright red as she ran out, probably not understanding how Lin Wanrong, this elegant and refined scholar, suddenly became so crude.

  After finishing arranging that manual, it was already noon. I handed over the manuscript to Old Dong and found a printing house to rush for time to photocopy.

  Lin Wanrong knew that the current printing technology was backward, fortunately this small booklet had few pages, so in one afternoon and evening, working overtime, they could produce 500 copies which was already quite good.

  Lao Dong has lived in this city for many years, with a quick mind and extensive connections, which is exactly what Lin Wanrong values about him.

  Lao Dong was about to take the manuscript out for photocopying when Lin Wanrong suddenly remembered something and hastily pulled him back, saying: "Uncle Dong, this matter must be entrusted to the printing house with a warning to pay special attention to confidentiality. Especially this manuscript, it is extremely valuable, if it falls into someone else's hands and is printed, it will be very easy to counterfeit, so we must be careful. The manuscript should be returned in time."

  Lin Wanrong had promised Old Dong a huge profit, and in this era without intellectual property protection, if it was really pirated, he would lose everything. He told him to keep it confidential again and again.

  Dinner was settled at Old Dong's house, Lin Wanrong is a lonely person, going back also only has an icy stove, might as well accompany the father and daughter to chat. Dong Qingshan also came back, with a hint of excitement on his face, apparently seeing initial results.

  Dong Qiaoqiao indeed once again verified the name of Qiaoqiao, although it was plain food and drink, but it was incredibly delicious. Seeing Lin Wanrong almost swallowing his tongue into his stomach, Dong Qiaoqiao covered her mouth and smiled lightly, with a beautiful and simple appearance, having a faint warmth.

  After dinner, accompanied Old Dong to the printing house for a turn, and indeed, money can make ghosts grind mills. Under the temptation of twice the original price, more than 20 skilled workers in the printing house worked overnight to rush production. The boss patted his chest and guaranteed that he would definitely produce 500 copies before dawn.

  The printing technique used here is still very ancient, first copying the manuscript onto parchment and then tracing it onto paper through the parchment, after the ink is dry, it is bound into a book. The effect is not as good, but the figures and characters are still quite clear.

  This workshop worked from afternoon till night and managed to produce five hundred copies, which was indeed the limit.