Happy Little Scholar

"Dad, I know I was wrong." Qian Duoduo lowered his head and said in a sincere tone.

He never argued with his father when it came to this kind of topic, otherwise it would lead to more serious consequences.

"You have to remember that you will inherit the Qian family in the future, so don't go astray." Qian Caishen nodded with satisfaction, then turned his head, looked at Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen, and said, "Okay, the two top picks Sir, you can ask me anything now.”

When he called him the Number One Scholar just now, Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen didn't have any special feelings in their hearts. Now when they heard him mention it again, they actually felt an inexplicable irony.

Suppressing this strange thought, Yang Yanzhou looked at Qian Duoduo and said, "Yang just wanted to ask Mr. Qian about the fourteen poems that have been widely circulated recently, but what did he do?"

After he finished speaking, Zhao Xiuwen looked over.

"What do you mean by this?" Qian Duoduo frowned and said, "Of course I wrote my poems myself. This is not a business. Can I still buy them from others?"

Zhao Xiuwen glanced at him and said, "This matter is of great importance. I hope Mr. Qian can answer truthfully."

Qian Duoduo curled his lips and said: "What is true and not true? I originally wrote this myself..."

Zhao Xiuwen cupped his hands and said: "Since Mr. Qian can write such excellent works, he must have many works in his daily life. Zhao and Brother Yang are also people who love poetry. Mr. Qian might as well take it out and let them How about the two of us appreciating the young master’s literary talent?”

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"Damn, I was careless."

Qian Duoduo cursed secretly in his heart. At that time, he should have drawn another ten thousand taels and bought a hundred poems for one hundred taels of silver. If he was unhappy, he would throw out one poem. If he was happy, he would throw out two poems. Such an embarrassing scene.

"Ahem..." He covered his mouth and coughed dryly, and said: "Writing poetry relies on inspiration. To be honest, I have never written before. Suddenly one day when I fell asleep, there was a strange feeling in my mind. I feel like my thoughts are flowing and my writing is full of energy..."

Qian Duoduo sighed and said: "This feeling occurs 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 masterpieces were originally inspired by a sudden flash of inspiration, the premise was that they had to have enough accumulation to be able to support this kind of instant inspiration. They were just idiots, and suddenly they wrote something like this. There are so many frightening poems that come out, and the inspiration has to flash from morning to night.

Zhao Xiuwen looked back at Qian Caishen and asked: "Qian Caishen..."

The God of Money waved his hand and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

Yang Yanzhou suddenly turned to look at him and said, "This matter is related to a major event for His Highness. We must know who wrote this poem."

"Seriously?" Qian Caishen's expression condensed.

"Seriously." Yang Yanzhou said.

Qian Caishen nodded, turned to look at Qian Duoduo, and asked, "Tell me, who did you buy those poems from?"

Seeing Qian Caishen's face become serious, Qian Duoduo showed a trace of hesitation on his face: "I..."

"How much did it cost?"

"------" Qian Duoduo looked up again and said helplessly: "Ten thousand taels."

"You bought a few bad poems for ten thousand taels!" Qian Caishen's eyes widened, "You prodigal bastard..."

"God of Money, many of those dozen poems are enough to be handed down from generation to generation, and are worth more than 10,000 taels." Zhao Xiuwen finally couldn't help but speak.

The God of Money waved his hand and said: "I don't care whether it is passed down to the world or not. Throwing ten thousand taels of silver away without even making a sound is not the style of my Qian family."

After saying that, he looked at Qian Duoduo and said angrily: "Tell me honestly, who sold you this poem!"

Qian Duoduo sighed and said helplessly: "I, I don't know..."

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"You said you didn't even meet that man, let alone who he was, and you just gave him ten thousand taels of silver. Aren't you afraid that he would lie to you?" Qian Caishen rubbed his brows and asked again. Again.

Qian Duoduo said: "But it turns out that brother didn't lie to me."

"Bastard, you have reason!" The fat on Qian Cai's arrogant face trembled. At this time, an old servant walked in from the door and said, "Master, people from the Zhou family and Huang family are here."

"I'll take care of you when 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. They cannot be neglected. Qian Caishen glared at Qian Duoduo and said to Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen : "I have important guests to entertain now, please sit here for a while first."

Zhao Xiuwen nodded and said, "God of Wealth, go and get busy. We still have some details to ask Mr. Qian."

Watching Qian Caishen leave, Qian Duoduo obviously relaxed, sat on the chair next to him, shrugged at the two of them, and said: "I know, I have told you everything just now, no matter how much more, I will not I know how to contact him, it’s useless to ask me…”

A trace of doubt appeared on Zhao Xiuwen's face and he asked, "You just said that the person who sold you the poem was named Li Han?"

Qian Duoduo took a sip of tea, nodded, and said, "Yes, he said that he would not change his name when he was traveling in the world, but he would not change his surname when he was sitting down. There should be no lie."

"King of Jin Li Han."

Yang Yanzhou nodded and said, "There should be no lies..."

Zhao Xiuwen showed a hint of joy on his face, looked at Qian Duoduo, and said: "Describe the situation again..."

Qian Duoduo showed an impatient expression on his face, waved his hand and said: "I have said it many times, I really don't know where he is, I have told you what I should tell you, just go and find him, why are you staying in my house, can he come here?"

Li Yi once heard someone say that among the many mansions in Fengzhou City, the one with a silver lion at the door is the Qian family.

At that time, I thought that one was not symmetrical, and I imagined the picture of a silver lion squatting at the door of the Qian family, and I felt uncomfortable for a while.

I didn't realize until I arrived at the Qian family that there were not one lion, but two.

If I had known this would happen, why would I sell poems? With this lion, I can have everything I want, right?

He looked back at Lin Wanru and asked, "Is this lion really made of pure silver?"

"Everyone in Fengzhou knows about the silver lion of the Qian family." Lin Wanru nodded and said, "Let's go in."

The Qian family is the Qian family, and even the gatehouse is higher than the two neighboring families.

There are many servants welcoming guests at the door. After handing over the invitation, a servant will welcome the two in.

Lin Wanru obviously has some connections in Fengzhou. As she walked in, many people came forward to greet her with a smile, especially some young men, whose tone and expression were even more attentive.

There are many young people here today, and they are not a group of middle-aged bald successful people as Li Yi imagined before. Of course, some of them came here with their elders.

In such occasions, it is beneficial to accumulate more connections.

"Wanru, here."

A voice came from not far away. Li Yi turned his head and saw the prepared... and saw the Mr. Bai walking over with a smile on his face.

However, the smile on his face soon stopped. He looked at Li Yi, then turned to look at Lin Wanru, and asked suspiciously, "Why is he here too?"

"Brother Bai Shi." Lin Wanru nodded slightly to him and said, "I asked Mr. Li to come with me."

"Excuse me."

She bowed slightly, turned back and smiled at Li Yi, and said, "Let's go over there."

The young man surnamed Bai stood in place, turned his head, and saw the backs of the two disappearing. The expression on his face began to change.

"Brother Bai, who was the person next to Miss Wanru just now? I seem to have never seen him before..." A young man came 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 him. It should be someone from the Lin family."

The man smiled, patted his shoulder, and said, "It's been so long, and I haven't won Miss Lin's heart. Brother Bai, you have to work hard!"

Bai Yu smiled and didn't say anything, but when the man turned and left, a trace of gloom quickly appeared on his face. 20189