Happy Little Scholar

The council that Lin Wanru was talking about was actually a gathering of some wealthy businessmen in Fengzhou City to communicate and discuss cooperation. It was said that it would be held every once in a while.

After all, doing business is not a matter for one or two families. Even top wealthy businessmen like the Qian family have to cooperate with other people, not to mention the Lin family, which cannot avoid these necessary social interactions.

As the guard of the Lin family, Lin Yong is also Lin Wanru's bodyguard in many cases. He will stay with her on some important occasions.

At the last parliament, because a certain wealthy businessman said something inappropriate to Lin Wanru, the furious Lin Yong beat him up on the spot. Later, the Lin family paid some price and finally calmed down the matter, although it did not cause any serious problems. But from then on, Lin Wanru never dared to take him on such occasions.

Lin Wanru briefly mentioned these to him just now.

Compared with Lin Yong, a young man with a dull head, he looks gentle and humble, and knows how to do business. The most important thing is that he is handsome and can be taken out to meet people. He is really the best choice for traveling at home and attending banquets.

The reason why I agreed to her was, firstly, because everyone who came and went these days was familiar with her, and it was difficult to refuse such a small thing. Secondly, because going to bed early every night was a bit boring, and it was good to go out for a walk occasionally to change the mood.

The place they are going to tomorrow is a small manor owned by the Qian family in the city.

Every banquet is hosted by several top wealthy businessmen in turn. Small and medium-sized families like the Lin family are only eligible to participate.

The host of this banquet is the Qian family. The Qian family has been very famous in Fengzhou recently. Before this, the Qian family was known to everyone because of their money. However, it is now famous because a monster came out of the Qian family.

This monster’s name is Qian Duoduo.

A dozen jaw-dropping poems were thrown out, making him completely popular in Fengzhou City.

Everyone knows that Zhao Xiuwen is the poet sage of Qi State, a model for literati, and the number one scholar in the fifth year of Xinghe. Now he is assisting the third prince in Fengzhou. Everyone knows about his talent and fame.

However, in recent days, in terms of poetry, the name Qian Duoduo has almost eclipsed Zhao Xiuwen's reputation in Fengzhou City.

He was ridiculed for more than ten years, and the hat of "bastard" was also worn on his head for more than ten years. After ten years of forbearance, he was astonishing and completely subverted everyone's perception of him.

There are many people who are skeptical about this, but there are also some people who believe that the Qian family may really have a Qilin son this time.

"Xiuwen, what do you think?" Yang Yanzhou held a poetry album in his hand. After flipping through it, he looked at Zhao Xiuwen and asked.

"What a literary talent!"

Zhao Xiuwen also held the same booklet in his hand and nodded repeatedly: "There are thirteen poems, each one is a masterpiece..."

Yang Yanzhou shook his head and asked, "Do you really believe that Qian Duoduo wrote these poems in five days?"

"I have to carefully carve every poem of this level for a long time. It's not like you and I don't know what the son of the God of Money is like..." Zhao Xiuwen put down the book of poems and said: "There must be someone behind him. He is a great man, but I still can’t figure it out. It can be seen from his poems that he must be a proud person, but why would he give away his hard work? Is it really just for money? "

Yang Yanzhou wondered: "The important thing is, when did Fengzhou have such a talent?"

Zhao Xiuwen smiled and said, "Maybe I'll go to Qian's house in the next few days."

"Speaking of which, he happens to be in Fengzhou too." Yang Yanzhou thought for a moment and said, "Could it be him?"

Zhao Xiuwen raised his eyebrows and asked, "If it were him, it would not be difficult to write these poems, but why would he give them to a stranger?"

"It's not a gift." Yang Yanzhou looked at him and said, "When he first arrived in Fengzhou, he pawned the third prince's jade pendant. He must have been very short of money. With his acting style, he would do such a thing. Not surprisingly."

Zhao Xiuwen frowned and asked: "Even if he is short of money, he is a proud scholar, how can he..."

"Xiuwen, you still don't know much about him."

Yang Yanzhou smiled and said: "In Qing'an Mansion, the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was written by him on a prayer lantern and was picked up by someone, so it became popular; at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, he used that song The song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" won 200 taels of silver; in Prince Ning's palace, the sentence "forcibly express sorrow in order to compose new words" lost the face of many talented people; more than a dozen poems made the goddess of Luoshui even more famous. It was all spread to Qi State, but what you don’t know about Xiuwen is that he also gave it to a beauty..."

"Thinking about it this way, it's not so strange that he used these poems to exchange for silver when he was short of money." Yang Yanzhou smiled bitterly and said, "Although he doesn't want to admit it, poems seem to be something he does casually. What talented person doesn’t regard his proud work as a treasure, but he doesn’t care about it at all. I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it in this life.”

"If it's really him..."

Zhao Xiuwen looked out the window and said, "The Qian family has to go today."

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In a gorgeous manor somewhere in Fengzhou City, a fat middle-aged man with a big belly walked out of the door, looked at the two young people, and said with some surprise: "What kind of wind is going on today? How did it bring you two here?" ?”

Zhao Xiuwen cupped his hands and said, "Don't be offended by the God of Money for coming here."

The middle-aged fat man waved his hand and said, "What do you mean if you are not surprised, please come in quickly."

Not many people may know the name of this middle-aged fat man, but when it comes to his nickname, almost everyone in Fengzhou City knows it.

The God of Money, the head of the Qian family, started from scratch and accumulated countless wealth in just over ten years. People only know that the Qian family is rich, but they don’t know how much money the Qian family has, so they simply call him The God of Money, the wealth of the Qian family can be seen.

In a spacious hall of the manor, the three of them were seated as guests and hosts. The God of Money took a sip of tea, looked at the two of them and asked, "Do you have any plans for the third prince to come this time?"

Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said, "The third prince has no arrangements."

"Why are you here without any arrangements?" Qian Caishen was startled, then stood up and said, "I'm very busy here. In the time it took to have a cup of tea with you, I lost a few hundred taels of silver..."

Zhao Xiuwen stood up and said: "If the God of Wealth has anything to do, go and get busy. We are here to find Mr. Ling this time."

Qian Caishen showed a vigilant look on his face and asked, "What are you looking for Duoduo for? Has he caused any trouble outside again?"

"It's not that I'm causing trouble." Zhao Xiuwen looked at him and said, "There's just something I want Mr. Qian to clear up."

The look of vigilance on Qian Caishen's face became even stronger, and he said: "You two champions are enough to serve as husbands to many of my family's husbands. What can I need to solve for my family's problems?"

Zhao Xiuwen had a look of helplessness on his face, turned his head, looked at Yang Yanzhou and said, "Yanzhou, it's up to you to speak."

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"There are ten thousand taels here, which is enough to buy thirteen songs. Don't be so impulsive next time and release one song in three days... That's it!"

In a room, a fat young man put a stack of banknotes under his pillow and whispered: "I have to save some money for a while, and I can't let dad know..."

"Master, Master!"

A servant's voice came from outside the door. Qian Duoduo put down the quilt, walked over, opened the door and asked, "What's going on?"

The servant immediately said: "Sir, I want you to come over."

Qian Duoduo frowned and asked, "Isn't my father busy with things for the evening now? What did you ask me to do?"

The servant replied: "I don't know, there were two guests at home just now, so the master came over and asked me to call the young master over."

Qian Duoduo waved his hand and said: "Lead the way."

He was thinking about how he could see that brother again, and under the leadership of that servant, he soon came to a hall.

"Dad, what do you want from me?" He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the chair and asked.

The God of Money looked at him with a dark face and asked, "Tell me, what stupid things have you done these days? Tell me honestly!"

"No..." Qian Duoduo was stunned for a moment and said, "I've been fine these past few days and haven't caused any trouble..."

"Asshole, you still don't admit it!"

Qian Caishen stood up from his chair, pointed at his nose and cursed: "I haven't paid attention to you in the past few days. You have grown up. If you don't learn how to do business with me, you actually write poems and useless things." What are you doing? Don’t tell me that you want to take the No. 1 Scholar exam and don’t do anything serious. You have to follow these crooked ways. Even if you get the No. 1 Scholar, what can you do? You’re still a loser..."

On the side, Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen looked at each other and took a deep breath at the same time. The two highly cultivated champions finally calmed down a little... 89