Although Li Chen and Prince Wen had no result, the verbal battles ended the previous warm atmosphere.

The plan to brainwash everyone with hatred of the East Palace will go bankrupt.

Prince Wen reacted very quickly and his emotional intelligence was high enough. He changed his subject and immediately said, "Young Master Qin is right. Since it is a poetry meeting, you can't put the cart before the horse. Everyone, the poetry meeting has officially begun. If you don't have talent, you should throw away the bricks and jade first. This poem was written by chance in your spare time and is difficult to enter the elegant hall. But now it is a poetry meeting to raise money for disaster relief for the victims, and you can take it out with thick face."

After saying that, Prince Wen raised his hand and pointed it out.

Immediately someone came up with a framed scroll, and after opening it, there was a poem written on it.

When everyone looked closely, this poem was neat, with proper rhymes, and extremely beautiful words and sentences. It was not about being passed down from generation to generation, but it was also a rare masterpiece. If it was not of a little skill, it would be difficult to show off.

"The good poem written by the prince has extraordinary artistic conception and is pleasing to the eye. I would like to bid 500 taels to buy this poem!"

Five hundred taels are not a small number.

If ordinary families don’t have two or three middle-aged laborers, they will only earn forty or fifty taels of silver a year, but here they are 500 taels of gold, which is just the opening.

As the organizer, he was respected as the prince after all, and everyone was very proud of the prince Wen. His poem was sold at a high price of 800 taels in the blink of an eye.

"Eight hundred and fifty taels, thanks to Mr. Hu for his generosity."

The final transaction price was 850 taels. Prince Wen personally handed the poem scroll in his hand to the young man with a red face. After a few words of politeness, he said loudly: "These 850 taels are considered a good start. All the money sold today will be donated to the victims. Here, I would like to propose to form the Wenyuan Association."

"This Wenyuan will be happy to accept all knowledgeable people. Those who bid for auction today can join and become members. There is no mandatory requirement in the meeting. It is just a platform for everyone to communicate. Members have no responsibilities or obligations. There is only one. Those who enter the Wenyuan Association should put national affairs first and help each other when encountering difficulties."

After two sentences, Li Chen, who had no expression, frowned suddenly.

He looked at Prince Wen who was still talking, and finally understood the context of his plan.

This Wenyuan Society seems useless, and it just formed, and it can't be done at all, but Li Chen is sure that this is the real purpose behind Prince Wen, or the King Wen.

What poetry clubs, disaster relief funds and fundraising are all bricks thrown out to bring out the jade Wen Yuan Club.

A loose alliance formed by the prince of the vassal princes, all of which are the children of nobles in the capital. If all of these people present join, the power of the Wenyuan Society will expand instantly.

In time, all the children in the capital were proud to join the Wenyuan Association, and any member of the Wenyuan Association had an amazing family background and interest context behind it.

What would Wenyuan want to do if he lays such a big net? What would Prince Wen want to do?

However, no one present except Li Chen realized this problem.

Even Zhao Tailai was the first to speak happily: "I'll join."

Prince Wen couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He took advantage of the warmth of the atmosphere and mentioned this reason. The worst thing is that a person with enough fame and status took the lead. He was still thinking of a way, but he didn't expect Zhao Tailai to come in on his own initiative.
Chapter completed!