"Dad, I know I was wrong." Qian Duoduo lowered his head and said in a sincere tone.
When it comes to this kind of topic, he never argues with his father, otherwise it will cause 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 champions
Sir, if you have anything to say, you can ask me now."
When he called him Zhuangyuan Gong 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?"
"——"
"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 excellent works 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 face 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, a trace of hesitation appeared on Qian Duoduo's 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 ten thousand 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..."
…
…
"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.
once.
Qian Duoduo said: "But the facts prove that that brother did not lie to me."
"Bastard, you're still reasonable!" 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."
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 relaxed obviously, 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, I won't
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..."
A hint of joy appeared on Zhao Xiuwen's face, he looked at Qian Duoduo and said, "Describe the situation again..."
Qian Duoduo showed an impatient expression on his face, waved his hand and said: "How many times have I told you, I really don't know where he is. I have already told you what should be told to you. You can go find it. Why are you staying at my house?
Can he still 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 belongs to the Qian family.
At that time, I was still thinking that the building was asymmetrical, and I imagined a silver lion squatting in front of Qian's house, which made me feel awkward for a while.
When I arrived at Qian's house, I discovered that there was not one lion, but two.
If I had known about this, why would I be selling poems? With this lion, why don’t I get everything I want?
He looked back at Lin Wanru and asked, "Is this lion really made of pure silver?"
"Everyone in Fengzhou City knows about the Qian family's silver lion." Lin Wanru nodded and said, "Let's go in."
The Qian family is the Qian family, even the gatehouse is a bit taller than the next two.
There were many servants waiting at the door to welcome the guests. After handing in the post, the servants welcomed the two of them in.
Lin Wanru obviously had some connections in Fengzhou. As she walked in, many people smiled and came up to say hello, especially some young men, whose tone and expression were even more attentive.
There are many young people appearing here today, and they are not all a group of middle-aged and balding successful people as Li Yi had imagined before. Of course, some of them came here with their elders.
On this occasion, it would be beneficial to accumulate more connections.
"Wanru, here."
A voice came from not far away, and Li Yi turned his head and saw that Mr. Bai... and Mr. Bai walking over with a smile on his face.
But the smile on his face quickly 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 invited Young Master 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 there, turned around, and saw the two people's backs disappearing, and the expression on his face began to become uncertain.
"Brother Bai, who was the person next to Miss Wanru just now? I seem to have never seen him before..." A young man walked over from the side with a look of doubt on his face.
Bai Yu smiled and said, "I don't know. I'm not very familiar with him. He must be someone from the Lin family."
The man smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's been so long and I still haven't won Miss Lin's heart. Brother Bai, you have to work hard!"
Bai Yu smiled and said nothing, but when the man turned to leave, a hint of gloom quickly appeared on his face.201210
