Chapter 28
"Brother Wang family..." Liu Yiyi's hand was gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing Wang Yang. She placed it on the back of Wang Yang's hand, and a pair of displaced water eyes looked at Wang Yang with a melancholy expression without blinking.
"I'm really fine. Thank you for listening to me talking nonsense." Wang Yang turned his head and looked at the delicate beauty who was like water. His eyes softened and he smiled gently.
And at this moment, I suddenly heard the shouts of Manager Niu coming from a distance. "Wang Yang, Brother Wang, Brother Wang, Brother Wang..."
"Hey, Manager Niu went to find the Qinggui Ci poet? Why are you still wandering around Yihong Building?" Liu Yiyi couldn't help but be stunned.
Wang Yang slapped his thigh. Damn, he was busy showing off his singing skills in front of the beautiful girls, but he actually forgot about this. He hurriedly greeted Liu Yiyi. "Miss Yiyi, I must have something important to find in charge of the matter, let's go first."
After saying that, his fingers shaved across Liu Yiyi's soft palm, and the guy rushed downstairs with unsatisfactory intentions, leaving Liu Yiyi standing on the platform, who was still a little stunned.
"Oh my brother Wang, you have made me find it so hard. Do you know if Wang Po asked me to find the lyrics again, huh?..." The faint voice stopped halfway, which made Liu Yiyi, who was standing upstairs, blink her thick black feather eyelashes in confusion.
Manager Niu went to find the poet. What does this have to do with Wang Yang? The curious Liu Yiyi lifted up the corner of her skirt and slowly walked down the steps. She could no longer see anyone. She could only shake her head and continue to go back upstairs. She was supervising the girls to practice the exercises, while continuing to enjoy the beautiful scenery that was gradually overseeing the dusk.
"I said, Brother Wang, what are you doing? I just said and didn't do anything, why did you drag me here?" Manager Niu, who was fucked and thin, looked at Wang Yang with a frightened look and said.
"Liu Yiyi was upstairs just now. The matter between us must be kept secret. Do you want your own commission to disappear?" Wang Yang turned his head and glared at the manager Niu who didn't know what to do and turned his mind to a base case or a murder case.
Manager Niu suddenly realized and sat on the other side of the case where Wang Yang lit the oil lamp. "Brother Wang, you should already know that this time, Grandma is willing to make this number and ask you for it..."
"Of course I know, don't worry, I'll give it to you later." Wang Yang lit the oil lamp and said while searching for the four treasures of the study.
Soon, the guy who was eating was ready, Manager Niu started to lay paper and grind the ink, while Wang Yang sat there and began to think hard.
Seeing Wang Yang looking like he was conceiving a work, Manager Niu didn't even dare to show off his grandeur, but just carefully studied it. These days, Manager Niu has seen that this young man Wang, who is particularly good at fighting and quarrel, is definitely not an ordinary person.
Just the good words he took out are enough to prove that this young man Wang's talent is more than one level higher than those ordinary literati.
Anyway, nowadays, every time a lyric is leaked, it will at least be sung by the pavilions and pavilions along Bianliang, which is enough to prove Brother Wang’s talent.
It would be a pity if such a talented person stayed in this Yihong Building. Of course, I thought so, but Manager Niu hoped that such good things could continue, so that he could get commission from this business.
By the way, the commissions I earned over the past few days have reached my two-year salary, so this is why Manager Niu is so dedicated to licking the talent of Grand Junzi Wang.
Unfortunately, no matter how crazy the manager is, he can only drink Wang Daguanren's foot wash water. Wang Daguanren was not conceiving works, it was clearly a matter of picking up his heinous memory bank.
We need to find a good but not too ostentatious poem to deal with this competition. Then again, which of the poems that can be remembered for generations is of low-end? This is the trouble of Wang Daguanren.
After a long time, I found a poem that I thought was almost the same, so I picked up my pen and finished it in one go. Looking at the poem that was flowing like a flowing cloud, Manager Niu couldn't help but shake his head and sighed. "With your talent, if you go to the imperial examination, even if you can't win the first place, at least you will definitely be able to pass the examination..."
"Is the imperial examination?" Wang Yang blinked his eyes. Hey, although Manager Niu is a bit sulky and not very good at speaking, this sentence makes some sense. "Let's talk about it later. Now my ambition is to have a suite in the capital first."
"That's true. Brother Wang, you don't even have a household registration yet. It's too far to think about the imperial examination." Manager Niu was right when he thought about it. Now, Wang Dacaizi, who is both civil and military, is still an illegal household without a household registration.
After a few words from Manager Niu and Wang Yang, he saw that the rice paper was dry, so he carefully folded it and put it carefully in his arms to say goodbye.
Wang Yang pulled out his box from under the bed with a happy look on his face, opened the box, took out a few items covered with clothes, and there was also a locked box inside the box.
After Wang Yang moved it to the table, he took out the key and opened it. Inside, the yellow gold and silver shining silver made the smile on Wang Dacai's face look particularly lewd and despicable.
However, after counting it, the satisfied smile on Old Driver Wang's face was only depressed. "Damn it seems that he has to work hard and must take down the Bianhe Festival. At that time, he will not have to worry about not having money to buy a house."
Fortunately, although I can’t make a living by relying on my handsome face, I can quickly gain wealth by relying on my talent. Come on, it’s not a dream to surpass Britain and catch up with the United States.
"Mom, why are you so happy?" Liu Yiyi pushed open the door and saw her mother shaking her head with a piece of rice paper, looking happy, and couldn't help asking.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on, take a look at this new lyrics that Manager Niu got from the Wushan lay Buddhist. Good, even those like Laozi who don't know much about poetry think it's good to read. I guess this should be a masterpiece, right?"
"Mr. Niu was still wandering around the building just now, why did he get it now..." Liu Yiyi muttered curiously and took it to her hand to look.
It was still the familiar unique handwriting, and the lyrics above also made Liu Yiyi raise her dark eyebrows and cheerful colors. "The autumn scenery reaches the empty bedroom, and the leaves of the sycamore tree are sweeping at night. Who would have thought that the same heart would not be made, and the lovesickness knot will come out..."
After reading it in one breath, Liu Yiyi couldn't help but smile happily on her pretty face. "What a sad and sad song, Mother, my daughter is 90% sure. As long as the other party cannot get the best work from the famous poets in Tokyo Bianliang, we are Yihonglou..."
Chapter completed!