Wei Chen climbed up the stairs from the ferry and saw that the painting boat was very lively with flying eaves and pavilions, jade railings and lanterns.
The so-called Painted Boat Poetry Society is not just one painted boat, but a combination of more than ten large-scale painted boats.
More than ten painted boats are moored in one place, connected to each other by covered bridges, forming a broad venue that looks like flat ground.
"It is indeed a grand event in Yangzhou, it is really grand and prosperous."
When Wei Chen was sighing, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward led two boys in green clothes forward. The steward clasped his fists respectfully and said, "May I ask, sir, which poetry club is this talented person from?"
Poetry club?
Wei Chen was slightly stunned and felt confused.
"Haitang Poetry Club, he is from Haitang Poetry Club!"
Behind Wei Chen, Sheng Changfeng climbed up panting, pointed at Wei Chen, and then at Sheng Changbai beside him: "We are all from Haitang Poetry Society!"
"Begonia Poetry Club?"
The steward frowned and muttered to himself: There are eight schools in Yangzhou, one school in one prefecture, and dozens of large and small poetry societies. How come I have never heard of this Haitang Poetry Society?
The boy on the side quickly reminded: "This Haitang Poetry Club is run by a few young gentlemen from wealthy families in the city. These young gentlemen..."
The boy paused, glanced at Sheng Changfeng, and lowered his voice: "None of these young men have ever entered school."
In fact, the boy didn't say a word, that is, the main members of the Haitang Poetry Society, although they are all the sons of officials in Yangzhou City, are not taken seriously.
The manager is also a very discerning person, and he already knew it in his heart after hearing this.
No wonder he has never heard of the Haitang Poetry Club. It turns out that this poetry club doesn’t even have any serious members. It is just the product of a few middle-aged men who close the door to entertain themselves. How high can the taste and style of such a poetry club be?
Go?
But...
The steward then looked at Sheng Changbai and Wei Chen who were beside Sheng Changfeng. These two people were not very old, but they were indeed dressed as freshmen.
Are they really from Haitang Poetry Society?
The steward was confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. He immediately asked the boy to lead Wei Chen and the others to the private room where Haitang Poetry Society was located.
On the way, Sheng Changbai looked at Sheng Changfeng beside him, with an unkind look on his face, and whispered: "Third brother, when did Xingyun and I become members of your Haitang Poetry Society? How come we didn't know it ourselves?"
Sheng Changfeng chuckled: "Second brother, you don't know something. This Huafang Poetry Club is different from other places. It is a collective competition of poetry clubs, blah blah blah..."
After listening to Sheng Changfeng's explanation, Sheng Changbai and Wei Chen suddenly realized that the Boat Poetry Competition was not an individual competition, but a team competition.
Sheng Changfeng said very proudly: "It is not easy to join the current poetry club. If you want to join the club, you have to undergo an inspection for at least ten days and a half. Fortunately, I am one of the three vice-presidents of Haitang Poetry Club. This is my special ability."
You are approved to join the company temporarily."
"So, Xingyun and I have to thank you for accepting us?"
Sheng Changbai glared at Sheng Changfeng angrily. He had rarely paid attention to the news about the Poetry Society's elegant gatherings before. He really didn't know that he had to join the poetry society to attend the gathering, so he was tricked by his younger brother.
"Hey, any words of thanks are from my own family." Sheng Changfeng waved his small hand, showing Yun Danfengqing, unrestrained and heroic.
Sheng Changbai laughed angrily, stretched out his palm, and tried to slap Sheng Changfeng on the forehead. Sheng Changfeng quickly dodged away, still smiling on his face.
Sheng Changbai could only sigh helplessly.
Wei Chen didn't care about this, but asked with interest: "Chang Feng, you just said that you are one of the three vice presidents of Haitang Poetry Club. There are three vice presidents alone. It seems that this
The poetry club is quite large. How many people have come to this poetry meeting?"
"Um, um..." Sheng Changfeng's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he just kept trying to prevaricate: "Oh, you will know when you get there."
The venue of the Poetry Club consists of a number of large-scale paintings, each of which has two to three floors. There are many scattered seats on the first deck, and private rooms on the second and third floors, each separated by screens.
Wei Chen and the others followed the young man in green clothes upstairs and walked into a private room in the corner.
Stepping in, I saw an Eight Immortals table in front of me, with a lot of snacks on it. There were three young men in rich clothes sitting at the table.
Seeing Sheng Changfeng coming in, the three teenagers waved excitedly: "Chang Feng, here!"
Sheng Changfeng said hello to the three of them, and then said to the leader: "President, I have invited my second brother and brother Wei to build up the momentum of our Haitang Poetry Club!"
"These two are the famous Sheng Zecheng and Wei Xingyun?"
The president of Haitang Poetry Club is about the same age as Sheng Changfeng. Hearing the names of Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai, he stood up and walked forward nervously, rubbing his hands: "I have admired these two famous names for a long time. I am in Hanyuan, and I am the Haitang Poetry Club."
President."
The other two people also stood up and introduced themselves: "I am Wang Zhang, the vice president of Haitang Poetry Society."
"I'm Lu Zhe, I'm also the vice president."
Looking at the three little ones in front of them, Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai looked at each other doubtfully, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Where are the other members of your poetry club?"
Han Yuan coughed dryly and looked embarrassed. Wang Zhang and Lu Zhe's faces were slightly red, and they also felt guilty.
Sheng Changfeng gritted his teeth and simply broke the pot: "Our Haitang Poetry Club, plus you two new members, a total of six people, are all here."
Wei Chen almost vomited blood after hearing this. Your poetry club only has one president, three vice presidents, and not a single ordinary member below!
Sheng Changbai also thought about it at this time, and dared Sheng Changfeng to drag him and Wei Chen to the poetry club for nothing, just to trick them into working as free thugs for the Haitang Poetry Club.
Wanting to understand this, Sheng Changbai glared at Sheng Changfeng angrily. Sheng Changfeng drooped his head like a child who had done something wrong and did not dare to say a word.
Sheng Changbai is usually tepid, but once he gets angry, his aura is frighteningly strong.
President Han and the other two vice presidents were so frightened that they trembled and felt uneasy, fearing that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai would walk away in anger.
"Alas..."
The private room was quiet for a while, and Wei Chen suddenly broke the silence with a long sigh.
He looked at President Han, who was cowering aside like a little chicken, and said warmly: "Wei is new here, and I would like to ask President Han to explain to Wei the specific procedures of this poetry meeting."
Sheng Changbai was quite surprised when he heard what Wei Chen said, but after thinking about it, he quickly understood what Wei Chen meant, and his expression softened slightly.
Sheng Changfeng felt like he was being pardoned and quickly winked at President Han, who also breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai still want to participate in the poetry meeting. As long as they can keep these two people, Haitang Poetry Society will surely become a blockbuster at the poetry meeting!
President Han and the three vice-presidents looked at each other, and they all saw the excitement in each other's eyes that could not be concealed.
"Ahem!"
President Han took a step forward, cleared his throat and said: "Actually, when the Huafang Poetry Club was founded, there was no fixed format, but slowly, many people found that they could become famous through the poetry club, and they began to fight secretly, and there were even some
When the situation of buying and selling poems arose, Zhao Jiaoyu of Fu Xue couldn't bear that a good poetry meeting would be ruined by these people, so he came forward to set rules that everyone participating in the meeting must abide by."
"Zhao Jiaoyu is Mr. Zhao Luosheng." Sheng Changfeng on the side added: "Mr. Zhao is a leading literary figure in Yangzhou and one of the judges of the Painted Boat Poetry Club. Everyone is very convinced of him, and the rules he formulated are also