Yu Wencheng was stunned for a moment, with a confused expression on his face, as if he was trying hard to understand the meaning of Jiang Fan's words.
"Yeah, it's hard to understand? You came all the way from Jinling to Heyang City, isn't it just to compete with me in poetry? But don't you think it's strange? Why do you compete, and I have to compete with you?
If I don’t get some luck, is there any reason why I have to compete with you?”
Jiang Fan said matter-of-factly.
"You...do you know who the three of us are! Do you know how many people in Jinling want to discuss poetry with us! We traveled thousands of miles to Heyang City to find you,
How dare you make demands!"
Yu Wencheng looked in disbelief.
"Who you are has nothing to do with me, and how famous you are in Jinling has nothing to do with me. This is Heyang, not Jinling. It is you who want to discuss poetry, not me. Since the priority
The relationship is so obvious, then you can only follow my rules."
While Jiang Fan was speaking, he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Lin Wanqing naturally stood behind him.
And those who were opposed to the three young men also subconsciously stood on both sides of Jiang Fan.
Several of these people had participated in the Fujiang Garden Poetry Club not long ago, so they immediately recognized who Jiang Fan was and had already explained Jiang Fan's identity to their companions.
Unfortunately, no one among these people recognized Jiang Fan as the new city captain.
However, Jiang Fan's amazing talent at the Fujiang Garden Poetry Festival has become famous throughout Heyang City, so at this time, these scholars who represent Heyang City have full confidence in Jiang Fan.
In particular, the two girls who obviously came from official families looked at Jiang Fan with even more brilliance.
"Yuwen, don't talk nonsense to him. Since he wants to bet, let's bet with him! He will lose anyway! No matter what we bet, we will definitely make a profit!"
Facing the most old-fashioned person among the three, he spoke impatiently.
This man seemed to be in a dominant position among the three of them. As he spoke, Yu Wencheng could only suppress his anger even though his face was full of unconcealable anger.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! How do you want to bet?"
"It's very simple. I'm a layman, so let's just gamble. I won't cheat you foreigners on the market price. A poem or a word is worth hundreds of dollars. I only accept tickets from Sihai Bank.
How about we skip discussing other banks?"
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
As for the burden of being an idol after becoming a city captain... Why do you still need the burden of being an idol since everyone has already slapped you on your face?
Yu Wencheng became even more angry.
What is the market price?! This is not the first time you have done this kind of thing about love?! Gambling with poetry?! It is simply insulting to politeness!
Why don't you cheat us outsiders...are we doing business with you?! Is this human talk?
However, before Yu Wencheng could speak, the oldest one among the three interjected again: "A hundred poems? Isn't it too cheap? The poems written by the three of us are the favorites of the courtesans in the Red Chamber in Jinling.
Yeah, it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s priceless but not marketable. It’s just a hundred dollars…it’s really hard to get rid of it.”
"Oh? Then I wonder what price you want to bet at?"
Jiang Fan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but rub his hands and asked.
The price of one hundred guan is already quite high. I didn’t expect that in this world, is there really a person who is more powerful than Qian Rushan?
"Ten thousand guan, ten thousand guan for each poem. After the evaluation, the loser will give it to the winner. How about that?"
He stared at Jiang Fan, the most arrogant person, and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire teahouse suddenly gasped.
Even Lu Xuezhen, who came from a wealthy family, was immediately shocked. As for the others, their behavior was naturally even worse.
A trace of greed flashed in Dong Fangshu's eyes, but he quickly covered it up.
"Ten thousand guan? Are you sure?"
Jiang Fan looked surprised.
Does this person have too much money and no place to spend it? Ten thousand gu... In terms of purchasing power, it is equivalent to ten million in my world.
A bet of 10 million on a poem, those big bets in movies, are just that, right?
"I'm pretty sure, I just don't know...if you dare to bet."
He said while squinting his eyes towards the old-fashioned man.
"There's nothing wrong with gambling, but... do you have so much money with you? If you have no money after gambling, and you just walk away, I can't chase you all the way to Jinling."
Do you want a bill?"
Jiang Fan asked curiously.
He smiled at the old-fashioned man and winked at Yu Wencheng.
Yu Wencheng reluctantly took out a cloth bag from his arms, and then took out a few money tickets from the bag.
The largest 10,000-dollar ticket issued by Sihai Bank!
If you want to cash it, the method of cashing it is completely different from other money tickets.
Not only do you need to have the money ticket, but you also need the consent of the person who deposited the money.
There are five in total, and in the bag, in addition to these five million-dollar bills, there are also some scattered bills of other denominations.
"It's really a luxury... carrying so much money with you, aren't you afraid of being robbed?"
Jiang Fan expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart.
"No one in Dazhou dares to steal the things from the three of us. How about that? These should be enough, right?"
He said to the old-fashioned young man.
"I'm not sure whether it's enough. If you only plan to compare five poems, that's enough. But if you want to compare more...it probably won't be enough."
Jiang Fan spread his hands and spoke truthfully.
Facing the old-fashioned young man, he took a breath and said angrily: "I hope the quality of your poetry can be as sharp as your words!"
"Don't worry, I won't let you down. In addition, this old man will be the one to judge the quality of the poems, right?"
Jiang Fan pointed at the only old man in the room and asked.
"That's right, Mr. Chen's attainments in poetry and poetry are very few that can be compared with him in the Great Zhou Dynasty! He is definitely much fairer than those old masters like you in Heyang City!"
Yu Wencheng took a step forward and said in an aggressive tone.
"That's it, but how do I know if this old man is telling lies with his eyes open? I'll finish the poem later. If mine is better, but the old man insists on unconscionably saying that yours is better than mine, then
Who should I talk to for reason?"
Jiang Fan asked.
Before he finished speaking, Chen Ang, who had been sitting at the table drinking tea, knocked the tea cup in his hand heavily on the table.
"Young man! I have a good reputation throughout my life! It is not something you can slander at will!"