Carefree Scholar Chapter 684: Children are not deceived
"Who are you?"
Hearing the voice in the dark alley, the chubby young man stepped back, looking at the figure in the dark, his eyes still vigilant, and asked slowly.
"It doesn't matter who I am." In the dark alley, the voice is erratic. If there is nothing, "The important thing is that I can help you."
The young man asked suspiciously: "What can I do for me?"
The voice said leisurely: "Let you no longer worry about not being able to write good poems, no longer worry about not being able to pick up girls, no longer being laughed at by those so-called talents..."
"Can't pick up girls?" the man asked in confusion.
"No woman cares about you!" The voice raised a pitch.
The young man was stunned for a moment before realizing something and blurting out: "You want to teach me to write poetry?"
This time, the voice paused for a long time, "Do you think you are that piece of material?"
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"What do you mean, then?" the young man asked suspiciously.
"It's very simple, pay with one hand, deliver with the other hand, you pay the money, I will give the poem, the poem is yours if you pay the money, you can sign your name and use it whatever you want..."
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, "I love to buy or not, if I don't buy, I will go!"
"Wait a minute!"
Some pictures appeared in his mind. The young man clenched his fists, his face changed, and gritted his teeth and said: "How do you sell your poems?"
"Range from one hundred taels to ten thousand taels, a variety of prices, a variety of choices, customizable, love between men and women, brotherhood, habit of breaking sleeves, family and country feelings, buy five get one free, buy ten Three gifts...the price is fair, and the children are not bullied!"
The young man asked suspiciously: "Can your poem overshadow the surname Yang?"
"If you just want to overshadow the song just now, I suggest you buy one hundred taels of silver. If you want to make a blockbuster, let the Yingying girl admire you, one thousand taels is enough, if you are willing to pay 10,000 Two, what is Zhao Xiuwen, you will be Qi Guoxin's poetic sage in the future!"
The voice was extremely erratic, full of charm, and came out from the darkness: "How about, do you want to consider it?"
"I want one thousand taels."
After a moment of silence, there was a quick response from outside.
"Wait a minute."
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 voice in the darkness, and then the young man saw a folded piece of paper handing it out from the darkness.
He walked over carefully, stretched out his hand, and the paper shrank inward.
He froze for a moment, then came back to his senses, fumbled in his arms, handed a stack of papers over, and said: "There are a total of one thousand taels of silver bills here. You are in any Qianshi in Qi. Money banks can be exchanged for silver."
"Are you not afraid that I would lie to you?" After receiving the silver ticket, the voice came again in the dark.
The fat young man shook his head, and said, "The left and right are only one thousand taels, so you can save a day of pocket money."
There was no sound from the darkness anymore. He held the piece of paper and waited on the spot for a while. When he plucked up the courage and walked into the alley, he found that there were no more people inside.
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"What did you do just now?"
Li Yi went back upstairs. After sitting down, Miss Liu Er glanced at him and asked.
"Go down to get some ventilation. I bought something by the way."
Li Yi put a pack of desserts on the table, which I bought at the shop where I borrowed the pen and paper, and it tasted good.
I have to say, that guy was quite courageous just now, and he gave him one thousand taels of silver. When Li Yi himself was the most prodigal, he never did that. He gave Liu two hundred thousand taels. The second lady.
I was talking nonsense with that guy for a long time. I was a little thirsty. The alcohol content here is not high. It can be used as a drink to quench thirst.
Li Yi picked up the jug--not a 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." Miss Liu Er stood up decisively, turned and walked downstairs.
Li Yi walked down with a calm face, and when he walked out the door, he brushed past a fat young man.
"You stop, don't even think about this matter..." After a slight body pause, he walked towards Miss Liu Er and chased after him.
The young man looked back a little strangely, shook his head, turned around, and walked into the attic again after half an hour.
In the hall, several young men dressed as scribes gathered together and talked quietly while watching the program above.
"The one with the surname Qian, I really thought I could buy anything with silver, and the vulgar person, I don't bother with it."
"The one with the surname Qian is just a joke. Don't mention him. Guess, can Yang Yanqing ask Miss Yingying to recommend herself for pillow seats today?"
"Impossible. Although Yang Yanqing has some poetic talents, he is far behind his brother. I think Yingying is also looking at that person's face. Otherwise, I am afraid I will not see him today."
"I have long heard that Yingying has something to do with that girl, but in her capacity, she is still too far behind, so she can't say that she should be the second best..."
"It is also possible. After all, that person was appreciated by the three princes, and Miss Yingying can't afford it..."
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Several people were chatting about something, and they were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"A lot of money, son of a lot of money, give a poem to the poetry girl!"
In the past, when there was a girl performing on stage, if there was a silver or poem, someone would read it out loud and be known to everyone. After all, many people are just trying to save face, if they are silent The water did not splash, and I was afraid that I would never do the same thing again.
Therefore, in such places, there will be someone responsible for this matter.
People who come here often have become accustomed to this, but this time, many people were shocked when they heard this sentence.
Including the **** the stage who was playing Shishi, a strange look appeared on Qiao's face, and the sound of the piano was a little disordered.
They are naturally no strangers to who Qianduoduo is.
The well-known Lord Qian in Fengzhou City, the Qian family's bank has opened all over the country, and business is blooming everywhere. In Fengzhou City, there are few families with more money than the Qian family.
The son of a businessman is looked down upon by others. He should behave in a low-key manner. However, this son of money does not know what low-key is. He usually prides himself on being a talented person. He often hangs around in such places and does things that are expensive. After several times, she didn't even see a girl's face, and she became a laughing stock in everyone's eyes.
Everyone knows that this son of money is a complete idiot. At this time, he is also learning from others to make poetry...
"Haha, Lord Qian, donating poems..."
"Read, hurry, read it out quickly, let us see what kind of good Master Qian has in life!"
"No way, no way, I'll read it later, let me smile for a while..."
In a moment, someone couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere in the court became a bit lively.
Master Qian can write poetry. In their opinion, it is no different from a rooster laying eggs and iron trees blooming. It is simply a fantasy. At this moment, everyone just sees it as a joke.
Hearing all kinds of sounds around him, Gan Duo Duo's face changed, and he forced to put on a calm look. It seemed that his face did not change, but the fists in his sleeves were already clenched together.
He has read the poem just now. Although he can't see the reason, it reads smoothly. There is another word he doesn't know. If you ask, you know, it should be comparable to the last name. Yang's?
There was a person in the corner with a piece of paper in his hand, and under the urging of everyone, he read it out loud.
"The colorful sleeves hold the jade bells diligently, but they were drunk when they tried them. Dancing down to the heart and moon of the Yangliu Tower, singing the peach blossom fan.
Since farewell, I remembered meeting each other, several times my soul dreams were with you. The silver nightmare left tonight, I'm afraid that meeting is in a dream. "
Most of those who can hang around on such occasions are literati and inexperienced people. Usually they are self-proclaimed romantic and talented people. They are also readers. More or less, there will always be some talent, otherwise they will be confused. After the man said two sentences, the mocking voice in the room changed to laughter.
Until the last sentence "I'm afraid of meeting is in a dream", there was no more noise in the field~ IndoMTL.com~ Countless people froze in place, looked back at the amount of money, and swallowed in disbelief Slobber.
Is this **** word really made out of this idiot?
The woman on the stage was equally stunned, muttering a few words in her mouth, feeling a certain emotion, and when she looked down the stage again, her eyes were a little hazy.
Somewhere at the door of the room upstairs, the woman named Yingying opened her lips slightly, and the man opposite was also full of surprises.
A lot of money, even if you don’t understand poetry, but because of your background, the ability to observe words and colors is far beyond ordinary people.
Seeing the eyes and expressions of the people around him, he knew the one thousand taels of flowers just now-it's **** worth!
Especially when I see those so-called talents, the expressions on their faces are as if they have seen a ghost, and the joy in my heart is beyond words.
He hummed an inexplicable tune in his mouth, and walked outside the door alone amidst everyone's astonishment and silence.
When I was about to go out, as if thinking of something, I turned around again and walked to a table somewhere.
The man looked at him blankly and asked: "Mr Qian, what else is there?"
Qian Duoduo curled his lips and said: "The thousand taels of silver made a mistake just now. Give me back."
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"I can't control you, your sister can. When I go back some time later, I will tell her everything you do here one by one..."
There is still a half-hour curfew, the streets of Fengzhou City, the flow of people has become sparse, Li Yi walked, and said.
I haven't heard a response for a long time, he turned his head and glanced, Miss Liu Er on his back had already made a sound of breathing evenly. He shook his head and sighed helplessly.
"I can't manage..."
Ahead, the three characters Fanglinyuan are faintly discernible under the fireworks blooming in the night sky.