The meeting that Lin Wanru mentioned was actually a gathering of some rich businessmen in Fengzhou City. It was said that it would be held every once in a while.
After all, doing business was not the business of one or two families. Even top businessmen like the Qian Family had to cooperate with others, let alone the Lin family, who could not avoid these necessary social interactions.
As the guard of the Lin family, Lin Yong was also Lin Wanru's bodyguard most of the time. He would follow her on some important occasions.
In the previous meeting, because a certain wealthy merchant said some inappropriate words to Lin Wanru, he was violently beaten up by the furious Lin Yong on the spot. Later on, the Lin Family paid a price to settle the matter with great difficulty. Although there weren't any serious consequences, from then on, Lin Wanru didn't dare to bring him to similar occasions anymore.
Lin Wanru had just briefly mentioned these things to him.
Compared with Lin Yong, who was a hothead, he looked gentle and modest. He knew how to do business. Most importantly, he was handsome and could be taken out to meet people. He was the best choice to take his family on a trip to a banquet.
The reason why he agreed to take her along was that they had become familiar with each other these days. It was not a good idea to refuse such a small matter. Secondly, it was boring to go to bed early every night. It was good to go out occasionally to change the mood.
The place they were going to tomorrow was a small manor of the Qian Family in the city.
Every banquet was held by several top businessmen in turn. Small families like the Lin family were only qualified to participate.
The host of this banquet was the Qian Family. Recently, the Qian Family was very famous in Fengzhou City. Before this, the Qian Family was well-known because they were rich. Recently, they became famous because they had an evildoer.
This evildoer was called Qian Duoduo.
More than a dozen shocking poems were thrown out, which made him completely popular in Fengzhou City.
Everyone knew that Zhao Xiuwen was the Sage of Poetry of the Qi Kingdom. He was a role model for scholars, and he was the top scholar in the fifth year of Xinghe. Now, he was assisting the Third Prince in Feng Province. Everyone knew about his talent.
However, in recent days, Qian Duoduo's name had almost overshadowed Zhao Xiuwen's reputation in Feng Prefecture City.
After being ridiculed for more than ten years, he had also been labeled as an idiot for more than ten years. After enduring patiently for more than ten years, he suddenly shocked everyone and completely subverted everyone's understanding of him.
There were many people who had doubts about this, but there were also some people who believed that the Qian Family had really produced a Qilin son this time.
"Xiuwen, what do you think?" Yang Yanzhou asked Zhao Xiuwen after flipping through a book of poems.
"Great literary talent!"
Zhao Xiuwen also held a similar booklet in his hand. He nodded his head and said, "Thirteen poems, each of which is an excellent work …"
Yang Yanzhou shook his head and asked, "Do you really believe that these poems were written by Qian Duoduo in five days?"
"For a poem of this level, even I would have to spend a long time to craft it. It's not like you and I don't know what the son of the God of Wealth is like …" Zhao Xiuwen put down the book of poems and said, "There must be an expert behind him. But I still can't figure it out. From his poems, I can see that he must be a proud person. Why would he give away his painstaking efforts? Could it really be just for money?"
Yang Yanzhou asked doubtfully, "The important thing is, when did such a talent appear in Feng Province?"
Zhao Xiuwen smiled and said, "I might have to go to the Qian Family in a few days."
"Speaking of which, he is also in Feng Province." Yang Yanzhou thought about it and said, "Could it be him?"
Zhao Xiuwen raised his eyebrows and asked, "If it was him, it would not be difficult for him to write these poems. But why would he give them to a stranger?"
"It's not a gift." Yang Yanzhou looked at him and said, "When he first arrived in Feng Province, he pawned the Third Prince's jade pendant. He must be in desperate need of money. With his style of doing things, it is not strange at all that he would do such a thing."
Zhao Xiuwen frowned and asked, "Even if he was in need of money, he is a proud scholar. How could he …"
"Xiuwen, you still don't know him very well."
Yang Yanzhou smiled and said, "Years ago in Qing 'an Prefecture, he wrote the" Immortal on the Magpie Bridge "on the prayer lantern. It was picked up by someone and spread out. At the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, he used the" Shuidiao Getou "to win two hundred taels of silver. At King Ning's Mansion, he used the phrase" Writing new poems to express his worries "and made many scholars lose face. A dozen poems caused the reputation of the Goddess of Water to spread to the Qi Kingdom. But what you don't know, Xiuwen, is that he casually gave those poems to a woman …"
"Now that I think about it, when he was in need of money, it is not strange that he used these poems to exchange for money." Yang Yanzhou smiled bitterly and said, "Even though I don't want to admit it, to him, poems seemed to be something that he did casually. Which scholar doesn't view their proud works as treasures? But he didn't care at all. Just this point alone is something that I will not be able to do in my lifetime."
"If it really was him …"
Zhao Xiuwen looked out the window and said, "I have to go to the Qian family today."
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In a gorgeous manor somewhere in Feng Zhou City, a fat middle-aged man with a big belly walked out of the door. He looked at the two young men and said with a bit of surprise, "What kind of wind is blowing today? How come you two are here?"
Zhao Xiuwen cupped his hands and said, "I took the liberty to come here. Money God, please don't be offended."
The fat middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Don't be offended. Please come in quickly."
Perhaps not many people knew the name of this middle-aged fatty, but if one mentioned his nickname, almost everyone in Feng State City would know about it.
Money God, the master of the Qian family, started from scratch. In just a short period of more than ten years, he had accumulated countless family wealth. People only knew that the Qian family was very rich, but they didn't know how much money they had. Therefore, they simply called him Money God, which showed the wealth of the Qian family.
In a spacious hall in the manor, the three of them sat as guests and hosts. Money God took a sip of tea and looked at the two people and asked, "Did the Third Prince make any arrangements for you two to come here this time?"
Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said, "The Third Prince did not make any arrangements."
"What are you doing here if he didn't make any arrangements?" Money God was startled. He stood up and said, "I am very busy here. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea with you, a few hundred taels of silver are gone …"
Zhao Xiuwen stood up and said, "Money God, if you have something to do, go do it. This time we are here to find your son."
Money God's face showed vigilance and he asked, "Why are you looking for Duoduo? Did he get into trouble outside again?"
"It's not that he got into trouble." Zhao Xiuwen looked at him and said, "There is something that I want Young Master Qian to clarify."
Money God's face became more vigilant and he said, "You two are good enough to be my Master Duoduo's teachers. What kind of thing can you need my Master Duoduo to clarify?"
Zhao Xiuwen's face showed helplessness. He turned his head and looked at Yang Yanzhou and said, "Yanzhou, you tell him."
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"There are 10,000 taels of silver here, enough to buy 13 songs. Next time, you can't be so impulsive. Release one song every three days … Well, that's it!"
In a room, a slightly fat young man pressed a stack of silver notes under his pillow and whispered, "I have to save money for a while. I can't let father know …"
"Young Master, Young Master!"
A servant's voice came from outside the door. Qian Duoduo put down the quilt, walked over, opened the door, and asked, "What's the matter?"
The servant immediately said, "Young Master, the master wants you to go over."
Qian Duoduo frowned and asked, "Isn't my father busy at night now? What does he want me to do?"
The servant replied, "I don't know. There were two guests at home just now, so the master came over and asked me to call you over."
Qian Duoduo waved his hand and said, "Lead the way."
He was thinking about how to see his brother again. Under the guidance of the servant, he soon came to a hall.
He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the chair and asked, "Father, why are you looking for me?"
Qian Duoduo looked at him with a black face and asked, "Tell me, what have you done in the past few days? Tell me honestly!"
"No …" Qian Duoduo was stunned for a moment and said, "I've been fine these days. I haven't caused any trouble …"
"Bastard, you still don't admit it!"
Qian Duoduo stood up from the chair, pointed at his nose, and scolded, "I haven't paid attention to you for a few days. You've grown up. Instead of learning how to do business with me, you actually went to write poems. Why did you write such useless things? Don't tell me that you want to be the top scorer. Instead of doing proper things, you have to go to these crooked ways. Even if you become the top scorer, what can you do? You're still a good-for-nothing …"
On the side, Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen looked at each other and took a deep breath at the same time. The two extremely self-restrained top scorers finally calmed down a little …
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