He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 47 Heaven and Earth

Once the drawing is finished, a promotional slogan needs to be added.

Otherwise, if you just paint a few beautiful women and stick them on the wall, who would know that the gambling den has opened?

Qin Chuan put down his charcoal pencil, switched to a brush, dipped it in ink, and was about to put pen to paper.

Suddenly I remembered that the new gambling den hasn't been named yet. The old "Ever-Victorious Gambling Den" sign is already ruined, so it's obviously out of the question.

He looked up and scanned the room.

The little peach blossom was admiring herself in the bronze mirror, while the little apricot blossom was still clutching the painting.

Several girls chattered away, filling the room with the scent of perfume and lively energy.

Qin Chuan's mind stirred, and he placed his brush on the paper, writing four large characters in a flowing, elegant style.

Heaven and earth!

Qin Chuan examined it for a while and nodded in satisfaction.

After writing the name, he added a line of smaller print below it, specifying the opening date.

After everything was ready, Qin Chuan spread the paper covered with writing, along with the eight paintings, on the table and called Wu Jie and the others over: "Come on, take a look. Is there anything wrong? The writing, the paintings, the dates, the names—tell me now if anything is incorrect."

Sister Wu leaned closer and shook her head: "No problem, everything's fine."

Little Peach Blossom glanced at the painting too, but instead of looking for faults, she tilted her head and thought for a moment before blurting out, "Master Qin, shouldn't you write your signature on this painting?"

"The signature?" Qin Chuan was taken aback.

"Yes, I see those painters, after finishing a painting, they always write their names in the corner, like 'Mountain Man,' 'Layman,' or 'Recluse.' It looks so impressive." Little Peach Blossom gestured with her fingers, "You paint so well, if you don't leave your name, people won't know who painted it, wouldn't that be a waste?"

Qin Chuan initially didn't want to be nominated, but then something occurred to him.

So he picked up a brush, found a blank space in the lower right corner of the paper, and wrote three small characters.

Laughter and laughter.

......

Qin Chuan went down to the second floor and came to the lobby.

Zhao Fuquan was directing several servants to move things inside.

Seeing Qin Chuan come down, he immediately approached and asked, "How are your preparations going? Will it work?"

To be honest, Zhao Fuquan is very panicked right now.

Five days! Only five days!

If we don't meet Mr. Qian's requirements, then it's all over.

Qin Chuan didn't answer, but glanced at him and asked instead, "Do you have money now?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Fuquan gets angry.

Although Master Qian allowed them to open a new gambling den, he didn't give them a single coin.

That is,

All these expenses are being covered by Zhao Fuquan's own money.

It's fair to say they've even dug out their life savings.

Zhao Fuquan felt very distressed, but he also knew that Qin Chuan was right.

Money can be earned back, but if a person is gone, then everything is gone.

Zhao Fuquan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said, "Even if the place is cleaned up, how do you plan to get people to come to the gambling den? Even if you go outside to recruit people, they may not be willing to come."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan smiled slightly: "Recruit people? Who said I was going to recruit people?"

"Not bringing in customers? Where will they come from?"

"What I want to do is make people beg to come to me."

Upon hearing this,

Zhao Fuquan was stunned, his mind racing, but he couldn't quite grasp what was happening.

Begging for it?

What kind of gambling den would have people begging to come to it?

He opened his mouth, wanting to get to the bottom of things: "What exactly are you planning?"

Qin Chuan didn't respond to his question, but instead continued, "The new name for the gambling den has been decided. It's called 'Heaven on Earth.' Remember to make the signboard, and once it's done, hide it. Don't hang it up, and don't show it."

......

The next day,

Zhao Fuquan walked alone on the street, his mind filled with thoughts of the gambling den.

As he was walking, Zhao Fuquan stopped and looked up.

Good heavens, it's packed with people!

Looking up,

There were probably a hundred or so people crowding around the bulletin board, packed so tightly that they blocked half the street.

What kind of notice could warrant such a large-scale deployment?

Even when the county magistrate issued a notice to collect grain, there weren't this many people gathered around.

A cacophony of voices rose from the crowd, like boiling water bubbling out of a pot.

"Wow, this painting is so realistic! It's like a fairy has fallen to earth!"

"So big and round, wow, if this were real, it would steal your soul!"

"Do such fairies really exist? Or are they just made up by artists?"

"Fabricated? Look at the lighting, the figures—could a fabricated drawing look like this? It must be based on a real person!"

......

Zhao Fuquan frowned as he listened to the nonsensical words from the crowd.

What's so big and round? What's a fairy?

A group of grown men were gathered around a bulletin board, talking animatedly and their faces were flushed.

He was even more excited than if he had lost money at the gambling table; he had never seen anything like it before.

Just as Zhao Fuquan was hesitating whether to squeeze in and take a look, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the street.

This was immediately followed by a harsh rebuke.

"Make way! Make way! Everyone make way!"

A commotion immediately arose in the crowd. Several constables with iron rulers at their waists emerged from the street corner, led by a dark-skinned middle-aged constable who pushed through the crowd and rushed toward the notice board.

When the onlookers saw that it was government officials, they were so frightened that they all stepped aside, making way for a narrow path.

The constables walked straight to the bulletin board, and the lead constable ripped off a piece of paper that was pasted on it.

Zhao Fuquan craned his neck to look, but he still couldn't see clearly. He only saw the constable fold the torn paper up in a few quick movements and stuff it into his pocket. He waved to the yamen runners behind him, didn't say a word, and turned to leave.

The crowd erupted in uproar, with boos, curses, and sighs rising and falling, but no one dared to actually stop the constables.

Zhao Fuquan became increasingly curious and grabbed a young man next to him, asking, "What's that posted? Why did it attract the attention of the officials?"

"Hey, I didn't see it either," the man waved his hand, looking annoyed. "But I heard from the people coming out ahead that it looked like an erotic picture."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuquan completely lost interest.

He thought it was something extraordinary, but after all that, it turned out to be just an erotic painting.

Behind those bookstores in the south of the city, you can find plenty of this kind of stuff, secretly sold under the counter, and the price isn't much higher.

This group of people blocked half the street, completely blocking the way, just to see a picture of erotic art?

Zhao Fuquan flicked his sleeves and muttered something under his breath.

A bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world think they're something special.

He was too lazy to ask any more questions and hurried towards Yanchunlou, as there were still a lot of things waiting for him at the gambling den.

He didn't have time to waste with a bunch of idle men making a fuss over a pornographic picture.

the next day,

Zhao Fuquan turned out from the street corner and glanced at the bulletin board again from afar.

That one glance was all it took; he froze on the spot.

Good guy.

The scene in front of the bulletin board was even more outrageous than yesterday.

The people were the same group, but their numbers had more than doubled compared to yesterday. From a distance, they looked like a huge, densely packed mass, crowding most of the street.