Write the previous song first and ask me to taste it?
Qian Rushan raised his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Fan's smiling face, thought for a moment, and gave a few instructions to the attendants around him.
In his heart, he kept sneering, thinking that Jiang Fan probably thought that he had no ability to appreciate poetry, so he planned to write a random poem to deceive him.
But in fact, although Qian Rushan did not have any creative talent in poetry, his appreciation ability was extremely excellent.
After all, he is the son of the richest man. No matter how he dresses himself up as a nouveau riche, he still grew up in an elite education environment.
As for the habitual vulgar dressing up, it is more... just a protective color.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly brought up. Under Qian Rushan's cold eyes, the group entered the guest room. Jiang Fan calmly picked up the brush, while Lin Wanqing laid out the rice paper and began to grind ink for Jiang Fan.
With Lin Wanru's several hours of instruction, Jiang Fan's calligraphy was barely tangible, but in Qian Rushan's eyes, the calligraphy was still unsightly.
So after seeing Jiang Fan's words, Qian Rushan strengthened his judgment.
How could someone with such a bad handwriting have any talent? How could a truly talented person not even be able to write well? His handwriting is just like the person he is, he is indeed a cunning person!
Thinking of this, Qian Rushan couldn't help but snorted heavily.
Just as he was about to speak, he discovered that Jiang Fan had already finished the first two sentences of the entire poem.
But just these two sentences at the beginning made Qian Rushan instantly feel as if his heart was being held by someone's hand!
"On the sea... there is a bright moon, at the end of the world... at this time?!"
Qian Rushan chanted subconsciously, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Suddenly he raised his head and looked at Jiang Fan, and found that Jiang Fan seemed to be unaware and continued to write stroke by stroke.
"Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. They put out the candles and feel the light of pity, and feel the dew in their clothes. They can't bear to give gifts, so they still go to bed... What is the best time to dream?"
When Jiang Fan finished writing, Qian Rushan also subconsciously finished reading it.
Immediately afterwards, an expression appeared on the face of the richest man's son, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime.
He took a deep breath and stared at Jiang Fan with a dumbfounded face. He was completely speechless for a moment, not knowing what he should say.
"How is it? Mr. Qian? Are you satisfied with this poem? For a price of one hundred guan, this poem can be sold to you, and the original author will also be named after you. I guarantee with my own personality that there will never be any
Others pretended to claim this poem. Of course, if Mr. Qian is worried, we can make a treaty that will be protected by law."
Jiang Fan had an extremely philistine smile on his face. He put down his brush while speaking and kept rubbing his hands back and forth, looking extremely vulgar.
Qian Rushan was stunned and seemed to find the scene in front of him extremely inconsistent.
Seeing that Qian Rushan didn't speak, Jiang Fan thought Qian Rushan thought it was too expensive. He frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. Qian, you advertised this price before, but we are not greedy. Although I think you are
It’s a great price, but without that price, others won’t be willing to write for you, right?”
"Besides, who are you Mr. Qian? You are the son of the richest man! With such a name! Can you buy something cheap? You must not! If you really buy something cheap, it is not in line with your status, isn't it? That is scolding you.
!With one hundred guan, you can’t suffer a loss or be fooled, it’s truly worth the money! What else do you have to hesitate about?”
Having said this, Jiang Fan directly reached out and took Qian Rushan's arm, pointing towards the poem on the rice paper.
He continued: "Look at this poem again! The intention is far-reaching and the artistic conception is far-reaching, especially the opening sentence, the bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at the same time! The writing is vigorous and expanded, and it is a standard quatrain through the ages! Such a poem, if you come up with it,
It will be passed down for thousands of years and will last forever. Is it expensive for you to have a hundred strings?"
Jiang Fan's angry look made Lin Wanqing, who was standing next to him, roll his eyes again and look away.
Shameful...
Qian Rushan also had a dull look on his face. He stared blankly at Jiang Fan promoting this poem with saliva flying around his face, and felt that he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.
This guy...is really a top performer!
Being able to write such famous works that have been handed down from generation to generation, naturally has amazing talent, but Qian Rushan has never seen any literary talent like the one in front of him, who does not have the slightest bit of character that a literary person should have.
If any other literati could write such a poem, they would probably have their nostrils turned upward and become arrogant, right?
How could it be possible to sell it for money?
And...how can anyone praise his own work so openly? Even if what you say is right...but...you should let others speak for you, right? Do you understand what it means to be self-effacing?
What's going on with such a business-like face?!
Coupled with those inexplicable words, why do you mean buying cheap things is scolding me? Isn't it only scolding me if you use co-authoring as a mallet?
You are a literati! Can't you be a little literati?
"Mr. Jiang, don't worry, I didn't say I wouldn't buy it..."
Qian Rushan finally recovered and said with a wry smile.
"Oh? Then why are you in such a daze? I thought you were going to regret it. Let me just say, after all, you are the son of the richest man. How could you do something that you promised yourself just for a mere hundred dollars? How embarrassing, right? Come on?
, give me the money, pay with one hand and deliver with the other. Give me one hundred guan, and this poem will be yours."
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and the angry expression on his face disappeared instantly. He stretched out his right hand, put on a smiling expression again and said.
Qian Rushan makes me want to vomit blood.
Am I embarrassed?! Which one of us is embarrassed?
You are a scholar, but you are even more shameless than me, a businessman. How on earth did you do it?!
Gritting his back teeth, Qian Rushan glanced at Jiang Fan with a resentful look, and said helplessly: "Mr. Jiang, of course this poem is excellent. I can also see that its quality is definitely enough to be famous throughout the ages, but there is a problem.
Yes...it's not suitable for me..."
"What do you mean? Don't you just need to write poems related to the moon? Has Tomi River Garden changed the rules this year?"
Jiang Fan asked strangely.
"No, it's just that everyone knows how rich I am. If I just take a poem that has just reached the standard, no one will bother to argue with me. But if I really come up with a poem like this,
I'm afraid that I will become the target of public criticism in an instant. So...the reason why this poem is not suitable for me is entirely because the standard is too high."
As Qian Rushan spoke, he carefully paid attention to Jiang Fan's face.
Seeing Jiang Fan's stunned expression, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly expressed his thoughts.
"I wonder if Mr. Jiang can write another one with a lower quality? Not too good, not too bad, as long as it allows me to enter the garden. As for the remuneration, Mr. Jiang, don't worry, it's two hundred guan! It's definitely a lot for an article, but a poem
, I only want the bad one."
Is there such a good thing?
It's really a stick...
Jiang Fan had a strange look on his face.
Qian Rushan understood what Jiang Fan meant, and his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.