"Who are you?"
Hearing the voice in the dark alley, the fat young man stepped back, looked at the figure in the dark, his eyes were still vigilant, and asked slowly.
"It doesn't matter who I am." In the dark alley, the voice was erratic, vaguely absent, "The important thing is that I can help you."
The young man asked suspiciously, "Help me for what?"
The voice said leisurely: "Let you no longer worry about not being able to write good poems, no longer worrying about not being able to attract girls, and no longer being ridiculed by those so-called gifted scholars..."
"Can't get a girl?" The man asked doubtfully.
"It's just that no woman cares about you!" The voice raised a pitch.
The young man was stunned for a moment before realizing something, and blurted out: "You want to teach me how to write poetry?"
This time, the voice paused for a long time, "Do you think you are that material?"
"—"
"Then what do you mean?" the young man asked suspiciously.
"It's very simple. Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand. You pay the money, and I will give the poem. After you pay the money, the poem is yours. You can sign your name and use it as you like..."
The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "How do I know if you just wrote a few words to lie to me?"
"Where are there so many questions!" The voice in the dark became impatient, "If you want to buy it or not, if you don't buy it, I'll go!"
"Wait a moment!"
Some images appeared in his mind. The young man clenched his fists, his face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How do you sell your poems?"
"From one hundred taels to ten thousand taels, a variety of prices, a variety of choices, customization is acceptable, love between men and women, brotherhood, addiction to broken sleeves, family and country feelings, buy five get one free, buy ten get three free... The price is fair, no one is cheating!"
The young man asked suspiciously: "Can your poem surpass that of Yang's?"
"If you just want to overshadow the song just now, I suggest you buy one hundred taels of silver is enough. If you want to make a blockbuster and impress that Yingying girl, one thousand taels is enough. If you are willing to pay ten thousand taels, Zhao What is Xiuwen, from now on you will be the new poet sage of Qi!"
The voice was extremely erratic and full of charm, and it came out from the darkness: "How about it, do you want to think about it?"
"I want one thousand taels."
After a moment of silence, there was a quick response from outside.
"Hold on."
Something seemed to move in the darkness, and the young man seemed to hear a strange noise, and then fell silent.
It was not until a quarter of an hour later that there was another sound from the darkness, and then the young man saw a folded piece of paper handed out from the darkness.
He walked over carefully, stretched out his hand, and the piece of paper shrank inward.
He froze for a moment, then came back to his senses, groped in his arms, handed over a stack of papers, and said, "The bank notes here are a total of one thousand taels, and you can buy them in any Qian's bank in Qi State." exchanged for silver."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?" After receiving the banknote, the voice came again in the darkness.
The chubby young man shook his head and said, "It's only about one thousand taels, so you can save a day's allowance."
There was no sound coming from the darkness anymore. Holding the paper, he waited in place for a while, and when he plucked up the courage to walk into the alley, he realized that there was no one in there.
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"What did you do just now?"
Li Yi went upstairs again, and after sitting down, Miss Liu Er glanced at him and asked.
"Go down to get some fresh air, and buy something by the way."
Li Yi put a package of desserts on the table. It was bought at the shop where he borrowed pen and paper just now, and it tasted pretty good.
I have to say that the guy just now was quite courageous, and he gave a thousand taels of silver as soon as he said it. Li Yi never did this when he was the most prodigal. He gave one hundred and two hundred thousand taels to Miss Liu Er .
I just talked nonsense with that guy for a long time, and I am a little thirsty. The alcohol content here is not high, and it can be used as a drink to quench my thirst.
Li Yi picked up the jug—not a single drop of wine was poured out.
He looked at Miss Liu Er and gradually narrowed his eyes.
"It's getting late, it's time to go back and rest." Second Miss Liu stood up resolutely, turned around and walked downstairs.
Li Yi walked down with a sullen face, and when he walked out of the door, he passed a fat young man.
"Stop, don't just expose this matter..." After a slight pause, he stepped forward to chase after Miss Liu Er.
The young man looked back strangely, shook his head, turned around, and walked into the attic again after half an hour.
In the hall, several young people dressed as scribes gathered together, watching the program above and chatting in low voices.
"That person surnamed Qian really thinks that you can buy everything with silver. I would disdain to associate with such a vulgar person."
"The one with the surname Qian is just a joke, don't mention him, guess if Yang Yanqing can ask Miss Yingying to recommend herself as a pillow today?"
"Impossible. Although Yang Yanqing has some poetic talents, he is far behind his brother. I think Miss Yingying is also looking out for his face. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't see him today."
"I've heard that Miss Yingying is interested in that person. However, in her capacity, she is still far behind. It might be that she is going to settle for the second best..."
"It's also possible. After all, that person is appreciated by the third prince, and Miss Yingying can't afford it..."
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Several people were chatting about something, but were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"Qian Duoduo, Mr. Qian, give a poem to Miss Shishi!"
In the past, when there were girls performing on the stage, if there was a gift of silver or a poem, someone would read it out loud and it would be known to everyone. After all, many people were just trying to save face. No splash, I'm afraid I won't do the same thing again in the future.
Therefore, in this kind of place, there will be a special person in charge of this matter.
People who come here often are used to this, but this time, when they heard this sentence, many people were stunned.
Including the girl on the stage who was playing Shishi, there was a look of surprise on her pretty face, and the sound of the piano was a little chaotic.
Who is Qian Duoduo, they are naturally no strangers.
The well-known Mr. Qian in Fengzhou City, the Qian family's bank has opened all over the country, and business is also flourishing everywhere. In the entire Fengzhou City, there are few families richer than the Qian family.
The son of a businessman is looked down upon by others, and should behave in a low-key manner, but this Mr. Qian doesn't know what a low-key is. He usually prides himself on being a genius, and often hangs around in such places, spending a lot of money. However, she didn't even see a girl's face, and she became a laughing stock in everyone's eyes.
Everyone knows that Mr. Qian is a complete idiot, and at this time he is also imitating others to make poems...
"Haha, Mr. Qian, give me a poem..."
"Read it, hurry up, read it out quickly, let us see what kind of masterpiece Qian has come out!"
"No, no, read it later, let me laugh for a while..."
In an instant, someone couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere in the venue became a little lively.
Mr. Qian could compose poems, in their view, it was like a rooster laying eggs and a cycad tree blooming.
Hearing all kinds of voices around him, Gan Duoduo's expression changed, and he pretended to be indifferent, seemingly unchanged, but his fists in his sleeves were already clenched together.
He has read the poem just now. Although he can't see why, it reads quite smoothly. There is one word he doesn't know. He didn't know until he asked. It should be comparable to the one surnamed Yang.
There was a person in the corner with a piece of paper in his hand, and under the urging of everyone, he read it aloud.
"The colorful sleeves hold the jade bell diligently, but they were drunk when they fought hard. Dancing to the heart of the willow tower, singing to the end of the peach blossom fan.
After farewell, we meet each other in memory, and share the same dreams with you a few times. Tonight, I have left a photo of the silver scorpion, and I am afraid that the reunion is a dream. "
Those who can linger on such occasions are mostly literati, who call themselves romantic and talented, and those who associate with them are also people who study, more or less, there will always be some talent, otherwise they will not be fooled. After saying a few words, the mocking voice in the arena became quieter.
Until the last sentence "I'm afraid that meeting is in a dream" was read out, there was no more noise in the field.
Countless people froze in place, looked back at Qian Duoduo, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in disbelief.
This queer phrase was really made by Qian Duoduo, an idiot
The woman on the stage was also stunned, and muttered a few words in her mouth, feeling a certain emotion, and when she looked down the stage, her eyes were already a little hazy.
At the door of a certain room upstairs, the lips of the woman named Yingying were slightly parted, and the face of the man opposite was also full of surprise.
Even if Qian Duoduo doesn't know poetry anymore, because of his background, his ability to read words and demeanor is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Seeing the eyes and expressions of the people around him, he knew that the one thousand taels just now was really worth it!
Especially when I saw those so-called gifted scholars, the expressions on their faces were like they had seen a ghost, and the joy in their hearts could not be described in words.
Humming an inexplicable tune, he walked out the door alone amidst everyone's astonishment and silence.
When he was about to go out, he seemed to think of something, turned around again, and walked to a certain table.
The servant looked at him blankly, and asked, "Young Master Qian, what else is there?"
Qian Duoduo curled his lips and said, "The one thousand taels of silver was called wrong just now, return it to me."
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"I can't control you. Your sister can. When I go back in a few days, I will tell her what you did here one by one..."
There is still half an hour of curfew, and the flow of people on the streets of Fengzhou City has become sparse, Li Yi is walking, while counting.
He didn't hear a response for a long time, he looked back, and Miss Liu Er on his back was already breathing evenly, he shook his head and sighed helplessly.
"I can't control it anymore..."
Ahead, the words "Fanglin Garden" are already faintly discernible under the reflection of the fireworks blooming in the night sky.