"Father, I know I was wrong." Qian Duoduo lowered his head and said sincerely.
When it comes to this kind of topic, he never argues with his father, otherwise it will cause more serious consequences.
"You have to remember that you are going to inherit the Qian family in the future, so don't go astray." Qian Caishen nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head, looked at Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen, and said, "Okay, the two champions Sir, if you have any questions, you can ask now."
Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen didn't have any special feelings when he called him the No. 1 Scholar just now, but now when he mentioned it again, they felt an inexplicable irony.
Suppressing this strange thought, Yang Yanzhou looked at Qian Duoduo and said, "Yang just wanted to ask Mr. Qian, the fourteen poems that have been widely circulated recently, but you did it?"
After his words fell, Zhao Xiuwen looked over.
"What do you mean by that?" Qian Duoduo frowned and said, "Of course I wrote my poems. This is not a business. Can I still buy it from others?"
Zhao Xiuwen glanced at him, and said, "This matter is very important, and I hope Mr. Qian can answer truthfully."
Qian Duoduo curled his lips and said, "What's the truth? I wrote it myself..."
Zhao Xiuwen arched his hands and said: "Since Mr. Qian can write such excellent works, there must be many works on weekdays. Mr. Zhao and this brother Yang are also lovers of poetry. Why don't Mr. Qian take them out and let them How about the two of us appreciating the literary talents of the young master?"
"—"
"Damn, careless."
Qian Duoduo cursed inwardly. At that time, he should have spent another 10,000 taels to buy 100 poems worth 100 taels of silver. Such an embarrassing situation.
"Cough..." He covered his mouth and coughed dryly, and said, "Writing poetry depends on inspiration. To be honest, I haven't written it before. Suddenly one day when I woke up, I felt a strange feeling in my mind." , I feel that Evans is springing up, and I write with spirit... "
Qian Duoduo sighed, and said, "This feeling happens every few days, and I don't know when it will appear again."
Zhao Xiuwen and Yang Yanzhou were stunned for a moment. Although some excellent works are based on a momentary flash of light, the premise is that they have enough accumulation to support this kind of momentary inspiration. What scary poems come out, the inspiration has to flash from morning to night.
Zhao Xiuwen looked back at the God of Wealth and asked, "The God of Wealth..."
God of Wealth waved his hand and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."
Yang Yanzhou suddenly turned his head to look at him, and said: "This matter is related to a major event of His Highness, we must know who wrote this poem."
"Really?" Qian Caishen's expression froze.
"Really." Yang Yanzhou said.
God of Wealth Qian nodded, turned to look at Qian Duoduo, and asked, "Tell me, who did you buy those poems from?"
Seeing Qian Caishen's serious face, Qian Duoduo showed a trace of hesitation: "I..."
"How much did you pay for it?"
"—" Qian Duoduo looked up again, and said helplessly, "Ten thousand taels."
"You just bought a few broken poems for 10,000 taels!" Qian Caishen's eyes widened, "You prodigal bastard..."
"The God of Wealth, many of the dozen or so poems are enough to be handed down to the world, and the value is far more than ten thousand taels." Zhao Xiuwen finally couldn't help but speak.
The God of Wealth waved his hand and said, "I don't care if it's passed on to the world or not. If you throw 10,000 taels of silver, there's no sound. That's not my Qian family's style."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Qian Duoduo and said angrily, "Be honest, who sold you this poem!"
Qian Duoduo sighed, and said helplessly, "I, I don't know..."
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"You said that you didn't even meet that person, let alone who he is, so you just gave him 10,000 taels of silver, so you're not afraid that he will lie to you?" Qian Caishen rubbed his eyebrows and asked again again.
Qian Duoduo said: "But the facts have proved that that brother did not lie to me."
"Bastard, you're right!" The fat on Qian Cai's face trembled a few times. At this moment, an old servant came in from the door and said, "Master, the Zhou family and the Huang family are here."
"I'll clean you up after I'm done at night!" Both the Zhou family and the Huang family have major cooperation with the Qian family, and the family's financial resources are almost the same as those of the Qian family, so don't neglect it. : "I have important guests to entertain now, please sit here for a while."
Zhao Xiuwen nodded, and said, "God of Wealth, go get busy, we still have some details to ask Mr. Qian."
Watching the God of Wealth leave, Qian Duoduo obviously relaxed, sat down on the chair next to him, shrugged at the two of them, and said: "I know, I have told you all just now, there is no more, and I will not If you know how to contact him, it's useless to ask me..."
A trace of suspicion appeared on Zhao Xiuwen's face, and he asked, "You just said that the person who sold you the poem was called Li Han?"
Qian Duoduo took a sip of his tea, nodded, and said, "Yes, he said that he said that he would not change his name when traveling in the rivers and lakes, so there should be no falsehood."
"Jin King Li Han."
Yang Yanzhou nodded and said, "There shouldn't be any fake..."
A gleam of joy appeared on Zhao Xiuwen's face, he looked at Qian Duoduo, and said, "Describe the situation at that time again..."
With an impatient expression on Qian Duoduo's face, he waved his hands and said, "How many times have I told you that I really don't know where he is. I've already told you what I should tell you. You can go find him. Why are you staying at my house? Can he still come here?"
Li Yi once heard people say that among the many luxury houses in Fengzhou City, the one with a silver lion at the door is the Qian family.
At that time, I was still thinking about whether a lion was asymmetrical, and I made up the picture of a silver lion squatting in front of Qian's house, and I felt awkward for a while.
When I arrived at Qian's house, I realized that there were not one lion, but two lions.
If I had known about this, I would have sold some poems. If I had this lion, what would I want
He looked back at Lin Wanru and asked, "Is this lion really made of pure silver?"
"The Qian family's silver lion is known to everyone in Fengzhou City." Lin Wanru nodded and said, "Let's go in."
The Qian family is the Qian family, and even the gate tower is a bit higher than the two neighboring houses.
There are many servants at the door to welcome the guests, and after handing over the post, some servants will welcome the two of them in.
Lin Wanru obviously has some contacts in Fengzhou. All the way in, many people came forward to say hello with a smile, especially some young men, their expressions were even more attentive.
There are quite a few young people who appeared here today, and unlike what Li Yi had imagined before, they were all a group of middle-aged and bald successful people. Of course, some of them came here with their elders.
In this case, it is beneficial and harmless to accumulate more contacts.
"Wanru, here."
A voice came from not far away, Li Yi turned his head, saw that Bei... and saw that Mr. Bai approaching with a smile on his face.
But the smile on his face soon stopped, looked at Li Yi, then turned to look at Lin Wanru, and asked suspiciously: "Why is he here?"
"Brother Bai." Lin Wanru nodded slightly to him, and said, "I invited Mr. Li to come with me."
"Excuse me."
She bowed slightly, turned her head and smiled at Li Yi, and said, "Let's go over there."
The young man surnamed Bai stood where he was, turned his head, saw the two people's backs disappear, and the expression on his face became uncertain.
"Brother Bai, who was the person next to Miss Wanru just now? I don't seem to have seen him before..." A young man walked over from the side with a puzzled look on his face.
Bai Yu smiled and said, "I don't know, I'm not familiar with it, it should be someone from the Lin family."
The man smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's been so long, and I still haven't won Miss Lin's heart. Brother Bai, you have to work hard!"
Bai Yu smiled and didn't speak, but when the man turned to leave, a trace of gloom quickly appeared on his face.