The person responsible for singing the ceremony is the eunuch affiliated with Prince Wu's Mansion in the garden.
It's just that tonight's Fujiang Garden Poetry Recital is basically all attended by young talents from all over the country, and no one's identity is qualified to sing.
Therefore, this is the first time for the singer to open his voice tonight.
As the singer's voice fell, the eyes of everyone in the venue were all looking in the direction of their seats.
A young woman wearing a plain dress, accompanied by a maid, appeared in everyone's sight.
The woman's appearance was not stunning, but she was quite elegant and refined. Her face, which was slightly baby-fat, added a bit of cuteness and naivety.
"We will talk about the specific details of cooperation tomorrow. We will only talk about Fengyue tonight and nothing else."
Due to the appearance of the woman, Qian Rushan became obviously excited and whispered into Jiang Fan's ear.
"Do you like this Yun Dajia very much?"
Jiang Fan asked strangely.
"No, no, no, it's not like it, it's admiration! It has been almost a year since Mr. Yun came to our Heyang City. Although he has only appeared a handful of times, the few times he has appeared have shocked the entire Heyang City.
Heavenly being. This is the girl that all the young people in Heyang City think about day and night!"
Qian Rushan said with an infatuated look.
"Is it that exaggerated? She's not as good-looking as Wan Qing. What's your aesthetic level?"
Jiang Fan was speechless.
Lin Wanqing, who was on the side, showed an expression that said, "I guess you know the truth."
"What do you know? Women can't just look at their looks, the key is to have taste!"
Qian Rushan didn't understand what the word 'aesthetic' meant, but he could roughly guess it, and couldn't help but say angrily.
"Smell? Does she have foot odor or body odor? This... Mr. Qian's hobby... is really unique..."
Jiang Fan looked surprised and subconsciously leaned towards Lin Wanqing, trying to put some distance between him and Qian Rushan.
Qian Rushan's expression froze, and then he glared and said angrily: "What nonsense! I mean, Yun Jia is not comparable to those other vulgar women! Although Yun Jia has only appeared a few times in the past year, Yun Jia
The piano skills and dancing skills displayed have reached a state of perfection! It is not an exaggeration to say that the piano and dance are both outstanding!"
"Is that so... Let me ask one more question, isn't this Mr. Yun's name Yang Mi?"
Jiang Fan asked furtively.
"What Yang Mi? Why are you called Yang Mi? Yun's name is Yun Qingqing, and it is said that he still has the blood of the former royal family! If you are lucky enough to hear Yun play a song tonight, then I will buy a hundred pieces of your poems
, but it’s really worth the money!”
After Qian Rushan looked puzzled, he said rather longingly.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Is the poem I gave you completely worthless?"
However, Jiang Fan sneered at what Qian Rushan said about the royal bloodline of the previous dynasty.
Because this kind of self-importance has long been used in my own world.
It can even be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period. A certain shoemaker and shoe seller insisted that he was a royal heir. Although there was no evidence to prove that he was, it didn't matter. Anyway, you had no evidence to prove that he was not.
As for now, it is extremely common for countless young girls who have been "forced by life" to try their best to fabricate many so-called "acting experiences" in order to increase their own worth.
Therefore, in Jiang Fan's mind, Master Yun in front of him was directly classified into this category.
At this time, Prince Wu had already stepped down from the chief position, and with a humble smile on his face, he personally welcomed Na Yun and everyone to the first position next to him.
Then he did not return to his seat, but stood in the middle of the field and said loudly: "Everyone, tonight's poetry meeting is very free. Rather than a poetry meeting, it is more appropriate to call it a private banquet for me, Zhou He."
"Anyone who has a work can immediately bring it to several masters for review. I have prepared songs and dances in advance. You can drink and have fun, enjoy the songs and dances, and compose poems at the same time. At the end of the poetry meeting, all the masters will unanimously agree
A poem with the best quality can be rewarded by the prince with hundreds of coins."
"In addition, if there is a poem that catches the eye of Mr. Yun, Mr. Yun will also compose the music and sing it individually for the talented person who composed the poem."
What?!
Real or fake?!
Before Prince Wu finished speaking, the whole place suddenly became excited.
Almost everyone became extremely excited.
Some people couldn't help but pick up the wine glass in front of them and drink it down in one gulp. While their expressions were full of excitement, they racked their brains to write poems and lyrics.
Jiang Fan was speechless as he looked at Qian Rushan beside him, because the son of the richest man was trembling all over his body at this time, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.
Suddenly he turned his head, stared straight at Jiang Fan, gritted his teeth and said: "Qian Guan! Help me write a poem that will impress everyone in Yun!"
What?
Are you crazy?!
Jiang Fan was stunned.
If converted according to purchasing power, one thousand guan is equivalent to one million in my world.
Jiang Fan couldn't understand buying a poem for 100,000 yuan, let alone a tenfold improvement on this basis?
The world of rich people... is really confusing...
"Ahem, Mr. Qian, of course I want to earn a thousand guan. There is no problem in writing you a poem. But you have also said before that if the poem is too eye-catching, it will easily make you the target of public criticism.
, which will attract other people’s attention. Not only will you not be able to win the favor of Master Yun, but you will also be more likely to lose face. Isn’t this... not very cost-effective?"
Jiang Fan coughed dryly and said.
Of course he would be tempted by a thousand guan, but the premise is that after spending the money, Qian Rushan must feel that it was worth it.
Otherwise, if the desired effect after spending money is not achieved, wouldn’t it mean that the more you spend, the more resentment it may cause?
This is not what Jiang Fan wants to see.
After all, when doing business, integrity must be the basis.
After-sales service is also very important!
Sure enough, after hearing Jiang Fan's persuasion, Qian Rushan's excitement caused by excitement immediately cooled down a lot, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he gave Jiang Fan a grateful look.
Immediately, he looked depressed again, shook his head and said: "What a pity. If I could let everyone play and sing for me alone, I would be willing to die..."
"Oh? Really? If I can let Mr. Yun play and sing for you alone, can you give me 10% of the share ratio we just agreed on?"
Jiang Fan's eyes lit up and he asked.
Qian Rushan's face froze, and he shook his head decisively: "That won't work. If the 50-50 becomes 46 for this reason, the old man will kill me if he finds out."
"Aren't you willing to die? Do you still care about this 10% profit?"
"Isn't this nonsense? Why is life as important as money?"