Yang Chuxia looked at it and shook her head.
Ye Ziāanās heart tightened as she shook her head, "Not good?"
"Itās not that itās not good, but itās too good. It makes my name seem too low-class."
"Do you want to rethink the shopās name, then?" Ye Ziāan asked.
Yang Chuxia thought for a moment and shook her head, "Itās fine as it is. The more vulgar, the more imposing. Isnāt it said that great vulgarity is great elegance? The true pinnacle of elegance is vulgarity!"
"Haha," Ye Ziāan laughed heartily for once. "Nonsense!"
As soon as Yang Chuxia saw him laugh, her eyes bloomed. She walked up to Ye Ziāan, propped her hand on the table, and said, "Qingrui told me before that his Brother Ziāan is an icy beauty, always cold and unsmiling. Come on, tell me, who is this laughing like a flower?"
As she spoke, she hooked Ye Ziāanās chin with one hand and then clicked her tongue, "Truly, a face that rivals peach blossoms. The rumors are all false, all false."
"You get what you give!" Ye Ziāanās handsome face blushed slightly as he was teased, and although his heart was somewhat in disorder, he feigned calm and gently removed Yang Chuxiaās hand from his chin.
Yang Chuxia paused when she heard this but quickly understood his meaning. He treated people according to their attitude towards him. For those he was unfamiliar with or who had even hurt him in the past, a cold, indifferent face was more than enough.
Naturally, he was warm and courteous to those he valued, even more gentle. This could be seen from how he treated her family members.
Of course, he was even more tender and affectionate towards her.
"Arenāt you still looking for a couplet? Do you have any ideas?" Ye Ziāan asked when he saw her lost in thought.
"A couplet? It should be wealth-attracting. Letās skip the elegant and overly scholarly ones. This is a place for doing business, not a school. I donāt want those flashy literary works." Yang Chuxia nodded approvingly, "Hmm, it must have the aura of wealth, like āGold comes in three, silver arrives in four, five and six!ā Haha."
Having said that, Yang Chuxia couldnāt help but laugh herself.
Ye Ziāanās mouth twitched at her request, but he still lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then picked up the brush and wrote it out.
"Daily, treasures fill a thousand homes; hourly, wealth comes from ten thousand miles" The horizontal banner read "Profits abound."
Yang Chuxia read it out one by one, then clapped her hands and laughed, "Great, this is what I want! A strong smell of copper coins, just the right taste. Itās the ultimate in vulgarity; quite elegant!"
"As long as you like it!"
"Mm-hmm, I like it. Tomorrow, Iāll go find Uncle Dayong to have it framed and hung up, so it wonāt easily get ruined. With its auspicious symbolism, Iām looking forward to making a fortune."
Although her intentions were good, and Ye Ziāanās writing was also excellent, the problem was that neither the placard nor the couplet was used.
Because a few days later, the County Magistrate said that the placard he had granted her was ready, and the steward, having heard from Constable Hong that she was opening a shop, had written a couplet for her.
Yang Chuxia looked at the rather pedantic couplet and was speechless. She really wanted to shout that she preferred her Brother Anās couplet, which was more down-to-earth and wealth-attracting.
She didnāt want to use this one at all, but it was the steward, the County Magistrateās right-hand man; she was now just a commoner and no longer the number-one special agent of the military region, so she couldnāt afford to offend him. As such, she could only wrong her Brother An. However, it seemed she could think of hanging up both of them.
Upon thinking this, she cheered up again, her mouth curling into a wide grin.