Ke Yihe really couldn't produce so much cash for a while, but he was unwilling to be fooled by Wu Zheng in this way!
So he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I'll add another twenty thousand taels. Wu Hou hurry up and talk about your masterpiece! Let's listen carefully, by the way, it's just the last two sentences! Don't talk too much."
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Don't worry, just the last two sentences. Listen well, that's what Uncle Cheng said to me, oh my mother, it's a big tree branch. The moss in spring is leaves, and the snow in winter is flowers."
Suddenly the audience was silent, wonderful! High! With just a few short sentences, it turned a vulgar broken poem into a masterpiece of both elegance and vulgar appreciation.
When everyone was still recollecting the meaning of this poem, Cheng Jie, who didn't know anything about the poem at all, looked at Wu Zheng with a look of confusion and said, "I really read this to you?"
Wu Zheng pointed to the people who were in a daze, and smiled: "Is it right? Uncle Cheng will know everyone's reaction."
Cheng Jie's eyes swept across the hall, and he couldn't help but stretched out a thumb to Wu Zheng and smiled: "Good boy has you, it seems I really forgot it myself."
"Master Ke... Master Ke!"
Wu Zheng called twice, and Koyhe, who was lost in his soul, reacted, and he was sweating coldly when he looked at Wu Zheng! I really owe it to him. Ten thousand taels are ten thousand taels. I added 20,000 taels to Mao because he wanted to swell his face and fill him with fat. It's all right now. I don't have any effort at the fart meeting, and only thirty thousand taels of silver.
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Master Ke, I don't need to say whether this big tree branch of Uncle Cheng is a masterpiece now! I just don't know when my thirty thousand taels of silver will be delivered to my house? "
"I..." If he can, even if he doesn't want his face, Ke Yihe will regret it. Anyway, he hasn't established any written evidence. As long as he cheeks and bites him to death, there is no such thing, Wu Zheng can still use a rock to hit the sky
But now the Manchurian civil and military are watching it! His Majesty the Emperor, Wen Zong Xia, were all present. He can't afford to rely on it!
He could only take out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wipe his sweat and said, "Don't worry, it will be sent to Wuhou's mansion in two days. Ke Mou still has this reputation."
Wu Zheng said: "In that case, let's get the papers right away! When will my house receive your thirty thousand taels of silver, I will return the papers to you when they are."
Koy River couldn't help but angrily said: "Do you not believe me?"
Wu Zheng laughed and said, "This brother is still clear! What's more, I'm not familiar with you, Mr. Ke, so it's not too much to ask you to write a letter!"
Wu Zheng was clamoring to find Ke Yihe to establish a document, but Wu Heng couldn't calm down for a long time. This kid's literary talent is too good! The old man Cheng Jie read the broken poems for many years, and he opened his mouth to turn him into a masterpiece.
Old Xia sat up straight and stroked his beard with a smile. Xiangzi couldn't see how immortal he was, but he was very embarrassed. Who told him to be Wu Zheng's master! At this time, when will you stop
Luo Qin leaned over and said, "Master Xia, the literary talent of the little brother, the student is really ashamed of it!"
Old Xia smiled and stroked his beard and said: "Now you know what it means to be outsiders, there are people outside the sky? Don't chatter your poems in front of the military attache when you are fine in the future, don't forget that this disciple, the old man, is also in the army. Can you beat him?"
Linghu Deshuo smiled slightly and drank a cup of wine for himself, but in his heart he remembered Wu Zheng's big tree branch.
In the end, Ke Yihe gritted his teeth and set up a note with Wu Zheng. There is no way he can't stand it! A group of poppy-like generals surrounded him, and he would definitely chop him up and feed the dog if he didn't establish a written record of those killings.
At the lantern banquets over the years, the generals were so crushed by these book bags that they couldn’t hold their heads up. Now someone has finally raised their faces for them. No matter what grudges and grievances, everyone has to be the same enemy at this time, otherwise they will be poked in the future. Spine.
"Okay, don't you guys stop chattering there." Wu Heng looked at Wu Zheng in the crowd, who was blowing ink with handwritten notes. He was a money fan who fell into Qian's eyes. He was angry and funny in his heart.
He waved to Wu Zheng and said, "Come here, I have something to ask you."
Wu Zheng put the notes of the dried ink into the cup, and then walked to Wu Heng and said: "Weichen Wu Zheng, pay homage to your majesty."
Wu Heng said: "I ask you, did you make that sapphire case Yuanxi?"
Wu Zheng said: "No, that was copied by the Weichen."
"Copy it? Who did you copy it?"
Wu Zheng thought for a while, hey! I really want to... (End of this chapter)