Hearing the sound in the dark alley, the fat young man stepped back, looked at the figure in the dark, his eyes still wary, and asked slowly...
"It doesn't matter who I am." In the dark alley, the voice was erratic and vague, "What's important is that I can help you."
The young man asked suspiciously: "What can you help me with?"
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, and no longer be laughed at by those so-called talents..."
"Can't pick up girls?" the man asked doubtfully.
"No woman cares about you!" The voice raised a pitch.
The young man was stunned for a moment before realizing something and blurted out: "You want to teach me to write poetry?"
This time, the voice paused for a long time, "Do you think you are the one?"
"——"
"Then what do you mean?" the young man asked doubtfully.
"It's very simple. You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. You pay the money and I give the poem. After you pay the money, the poem becomes yours. You can sign your name and use it as you like..."
The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "How do I know if you just wrote a few random sentences to lie to me?"
"Where do so many problems come from!" The voice in the darkness became impatient, "Would you like to buy it? If not, I'm leaving!"
"Wait a moment!"
Certain images appeared in his mind. The young man clenched his fists. After his expression changed, he gritted his teeth and said, "How do you sell your poems?"
"Ranging from 100 taels to 10,000 taels, various price points, various options, customization is acceptable, the love between men and women, the thoughts of brothers, the habit of cut sleeves, the feelings of family and country, buy five and get one free, buy ten and get three...
…The price is fair and the price is fair!”
The young man asked suspiciously: "Can your poems surpass that of Yang?"
"If you just want to top the song just now, I suggest you buy one hundred taels of silver. If you want to be a hit and make that girl Yingying look at you with admiration, one thousand taels is enough. If you are willing to pay 10,000 taels, Zhao
What's the point of revising essays? From now on you will be the new poet saint of Qi!"
The voice was extremely erratic and charming, coming from the darkness: "How about it, do you want to think about it?"
"I want one thousand taels."
After a moment of silence, there was a response quickly from outside.
"Hold on."
Something seemed to move in the darkness, and the young man seemed to hear a strange noise, and then it fell silent.
It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that there was another sound in the darkness, and then the young man saw a folded piece of paper being handed out from the darkness.
He walked over carefully, stretched out his hand, and the piece of paper shrank inwards.
He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, groped in his arms for a while, handed over a stack of paper, and said: "The banknotes here are a total of one thousand taels. You can get them at any Qian's bank in Qi State."
Exchange it for silver."
"Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?" After taking the banknote, the voice came again in the darkness.
The fat young man shook his head and said, "It's only a thousand taels, so you can save a day's pocket money."
There was no more sound coming from the darkness. He held the piece of paper and waited there for a while. When he plucked up the courage to walk into the alley, he found that there was no one in it.
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"What did you do just now?"
Li Yi returned upstairs. After sitting down, Miss Liu Er glanced at him and asked.
"I went down to get some fresh air and buy some things."
Li Yi put a pack of desserts on the table. He bought them from the store where he borrowed pen and paper just now. They tasted pretty good.
I have to say that the guy just now was quite courageous. He gave a thousand taels of silver as he asked. Li Yi himself never did this when he was the most prodigal. He always gave one hundred and two hundred thousand taels to Miss Liu Er.
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I just talked nonsense with that guy for a long time, and I'm a little thirsty. The alcohol content here is not high, so it can be used as a drink, which is perfect for quenching my thirst.
Li Yi picked up the wine flask - 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 around and walked downstairs.
Li Yi walked down with a sullen face, and when he walked out of the door, he passed by a slightly fat young man.
"Stop, don't even think about exposing this matter like this..." After a slight pause, he stepped towards Miss Liu Er and chased after her.
The young man looked back with a strange look, shook his head, turned around, and walked into the attic again after half an hour.
In the hall, several young people dressed as scribes gathered together, watching the program above and talking quietly.
"That man named Qian really thinks that money can buy anything. I don't even bother to associate with such a vulgar person."
"The person named Qian is just a joke. If I don't mention him, do you think that Yang Yanqing can ask Miss Yingying to recommend herself as a pillow today?"
"Impossible. Although Yang Yanqing has some poetic talent, he is far inferior to his brother. I think Miss Yingying also cares about that person's face. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't see him today."
"I've long heard that Miss Yingying is interested in that guy, but given her status, she's still too far behind. She can't say she's settling for the next best thing..."
"It's also possible. After all, that person is appreciated by the third prince, and Miss Yingying can't reach him..."
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A few people were chatting about something, but were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"You have a lot of money, Mr. Qian, give me a poem for Miss Shishi!"
In the past, when a girl was performing on the stage, if there was a gift of silver or a poem, someone would read it out loud and it would be known to everyone. After all, many people were just trying to save face.
Without splashing, I’m afraid I won’t do the same thing again in the future.
Therefore, in such a place, there will be a dedicated person responsible for this matter.
People who often come here are accustomed to this, but this time, many people were stunned when they heard this sentence.
Including the girl who was playing Shishi on the stage, there was a look of surprise on her pretty face, and her music was a little disordered.
Who Qian Duoduo is is naturally familiar to them.
The famous Mr. Qian in Fengzhou City, the Qian family's banks have opened all over the country, and their business is also flourishing everywhere. In the entire Fengzhou City, there are few families richer than the Qian family.
The son of a businessman is looked down upon by others. He should be a low-key person. However, this Mr. Qian doesn't know what low-key is. He prides himself on being a talented person. He often hangs out in such places and spends a lot of money several times.
, but he didn’t even see a girl’s face, and became a laughing stock in everyone’s eyes.
Everyone knows that Mr. Qian is a complete idiot, but now he is actually imitating others in composing poems...
"Haha, Mr. Qian, give me a poem..."
"Read it, hurry up, read it out quickly, let's see what kind of masterpiece Mr. Qian has come up with!"
"No, no, no, I'll read it again later. Let me laugh a little longer..."
In an instant, someone couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere in the venue became a little lively.
To them, Mr. Qian's ability to compose poetry was like a rooster laying eggs and an iron tree blooming. It was simply a fantasy. At this moment, everyone just regarded it as a joke.
Hearing the various sounds around him, Gan Duoduo's expression changed, and he pretended to be indifferent. His face seemed unchanged, but the fists in his sleeves were already clenched.
He had also read the poem just now. Although he couldn't see why it came out, it read quite smoothly. There was one word he didn't recognize. Only after asking did he find out. It should be comparable to the one named Yang. ?
There was a person in the corner holding a piece of paper in his hand. Under the urging of everyone, he read it loudly.
"The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days I was drunk and beautiful. I danced low to the heart of the willow tower, and sang to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
After we parted ways, I recalled meeting you again, and I shared my dreams with you several times. I have only a handful of silver gleams left tonight, as if I was afraid that we would meet again in a dream."
Most of the people who can hang out in such occasions are literati, who usually call themselves romantic and talented people, and the people they interact with are also people who are educated, more or less, they will always have some talent, otherwise they will not be able to get over it. After saying a few words, the mocking voices in the venue turned to laughter.
Until the last sentence "I'm afraid we'll meet in a dream" was read out, there was no more noise in the room.
Countless people were stunned in place, looked back at Qian Duoduo, and swallowed in disbelief.
Is this nonsense really made by Qian Duoduo?
The woman on the stage was also stunned. She muttered a few words and felt a certain emotion. When she looked down the stage again, her eyes were already a little hazy.
At the door of a room somewhere upstairs, the woman named Yingying opened her lips slightly, and the face of the man opposite was also full of surprise.
Even though Qian Duoduo didn't know much about poetry, due to his background, his ability to observe words and emotions was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Seeing the eyes and expressions of the people around him, he knew that the one thousand tael just spent was so damn worth it!
Especially when I see those so-called talented people, the expressions on their faces are as if they have seen ghosts, and the joy in my heart cannot be described in words.
He hummed an inexplicable tune and walked out the door alone amidst everyone's astonishment and silence.
When he was about to walk out, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around again, and walked to a table somewhere.
The servant looked at him blankly and asked, "Mr. Qian, what else can you do?"
Qian Duoduo curled his lips and said, "I made a mistake about the thousand taels of silver just now. Give it back to me."
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"I can't control you, but your sister can. When I go back in a few days, I will tell her everything you did here one by one..."
The curfew was still half an hour away, and the flow of people on the streets of Fengzhou City had become sparse. Li Yi was scolding him as he walked.
After hearing no response for a long time, he looked back and saw that Miss Liu Er on his back was breathing evenly. He shook his head and sighed helplessly.
"I can't control it anymore..."
Ahead, the three characters "Fang Lin Yuan" are faintly visible against the backdrop of the fireworks blooming in the night sky. 8)
