"Dad, I know I was wrong." Qian Duoduo lowered his head and said sincerely.
When it came to this kind of topic, he never argued with his father. Otherwise, it would cause even more serious consequences.
"You have to remember that you will inherit the Qian family in the future. Don't go down the wrong path." Qian Duoduo nodded with satisfaction. Then he turned his head and looked at Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen. He said, "Okay, two zhuangyuan, if you have anything to say, you can ask now."
When he called them zhuangyuan, Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen didn't have any special feelings in their hearts. At this moment, when he mentioned it again, they felt an inexplicable irony.
Suppressing this strange thought, Yang Yanzhou looked at Qian Duoduo and said, "I just want to ask Young Master Qian, the 14 poems that have been circulating recently, were they written by you?"
As his voice fell, Zhao Xiuwen also looked over.
"What do you mean?" Qian Duoduo frowned and said, "My poems, of course, were written by me. This is not a business. Can I buy them from others?"
Zhao Xiuwen glanced at him and said, "This is a matter of great importance. I hope Young Master Qian can answer truthfully."
Qian Duoduo curled his lips and said, "What do you mean truthfully? This was originally written by me …"
Zhao Xiuwen cupped his hands and said, "Since Young Master Qian can write such excellent works, you must have a lot of works in your daily life. Brother Yang and I are also people who love poetry. Young Master Qian, why don't you take it out and let us appreciate your literary talent?"
"— —"
"Damn, I was careless."
Qian Duoduo cursed in his heart. At that time, he should have spent another 10,000 taels of silver to buy 100 poems that were worth 100 taels of silver. If he was unhappy, he could have spent one, and if he was happy, he could have spent two. Then he wouldn't have encountered this embarrassing situation.
"Ahem …" He covered his mouth and coughed dryly. He said, "Writing poetry relies on inspiration. To be honest, I haven't written before. Suddenly, one day, when I woke up, there was a strange feeling in my mind. I felt like my thoughts were flowing and my writing was spirited …"
Qian Duoduo sighed and said, "This feeling will appear every few days. I don't know when it will appear again."
Zhao Xiuwen and Yang Yanzhou were stunned for a moment. Although some masterpieces relied on a momentary flash of inspiration, the prerequisite was that one had to accumulate enough experience to support such momentary inspiration. He was originally an idiot, and suddenly wrote so many terrifying poems. That flash of inspiration had to be flashing from morning to night.
Zhao Xiuwen looked back at Fortune God of Money and asked, "Fortune God of Money …"
Money God of Fortune waved his hand and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it."
Yang Yanzhou suddenly turned his head to look at him and said, "This matter is related to an important matter for His Highness. We must know who wrote this poem."
"Really?" Fortune God of Money's face froze.
"Of course," Yang Yanzhou said.
Money God of Fortune nodded, turned to Qian Duoduo, and asked, "Tell me, who bought those poems from?"
Seeing the God of Fortune's serious face, Qian Duoduo showed a hint of hesitation on his face. "I …"
"How much did it cost?"
"—" Qian Duoduo looked up again and said helplessly, "Ten thousand taels."
"Ten thousand taels and you bought a few lousy poems!" Money God of Money's eyes widened. "You prodigal son of a b * tch …"
"Money God of Money, many of those poems are enough to be passed down through the ages. They are worth far more than ten thousand taels." Zhao Xiuwen finally couldn't help but speak.
Money God of Money waved his hand and said, "I don't care if it's passed down or not. Throwing out ten thousand taels of silver without making a sound is not the style of my Qian family."
Then he looked at Qian Duoduo and said angrily, "Tell me honestly, who sold these poems to you?"
Qian Duoduo sighed and said helplessly, "I, I don't know …"
…
…
"You said you didn't even see the person's face, let alone know who he is. You just gave him ten thousand taels of silver. Aren't you afraid that he will cheat you?" Money God of Money rubbed his eyebrows and asked again.
Qian Duoduo said, "But it turns out that the brother did not cheat me."
"B * stard, you're still in the right!" Money God of Money was so angry that the fat on his face trembled a few times. At this time, an old servant walked in from outside the door and said, "Master, the Zhou family and the Huang family are here."
"I'll deal with you when I'm done tonight!" The Zhou family and the Huang family both had major cooperation with the Qian family. Their family's financial resources were similar to the Qian family's, so they could not be neglected. Money God of Money glared at Qian Duoduo and said to Yang Yanzhou and Zhao Xiuwen, "I have important guests to entertain now. You guys sit here for a while."
Zhao Xiuwen nodded and said, "Money God of Money, go ahead. We still have some details to ask Young Master Qian."
Seeing Money God of Money leave, Qian Duoduo obviously relaxed. He sat on the chair next to him, shrugged at the two of them and said, "I just told you everything I know. There's nothing more. I don't know how to contact him. It's useless to ask me …"
A trace of doubt appeared on Zhao Xiuwen's face. He asked, "You just said that the person who sold you the poems was called Li Han?"
Qian Duoduo took a sip of tea, nodded, and said, "Yes, he said that he would not change his name or his surname. It should not be false."
"Prince Jin, Li Han."
Yang Yanzhou nodded and said, "It should not be false …"
A trace of joy appeared on Zhao Xiuwen's face. He looked at Qian Duoduo and said, "Describe the situation again …"
Qian Duoduo's face showed an impatient expression. He waved his hand and said, "How many times have I said that I really don't know where he is? I have already told you what I should tell you. You can go and find him. Why are you staying at my house?
Li Yi once heard people say that among the many mansions in Fengzhou City, the one with a silver lion at the door was the Qian family.
At that time, he thought that it was not symmetrical. He imagined the image of a silver lion squatting in front of the Qian family's door. He felt awkward for a while.
When he arrived at the Qian family, he found that there was not one lion, but two.
If he had known that there would be such a thing, he would not have sold his poems. With this lion, he could have anything he wanted.
He looked back at Lin Wanru and asked, "Is this lion really made of pure silver?"
"Everyone in Fengzhou City knows about the Qian family's silver lion." Lin Wanru nodded and said, "Let's go in."
The Qian family was indeed the Qian family. Even the gate was higher than the two next to it.
There were a lot of servants at the door to greet the guests. After handing over the invitation, they were welcomed in.
Lin Wanru obviously had some connections in Fengzhou. Along the way, many people greeted them with a smile, especially some young men. Their tone and expressions were even more attentive.
There were quite a number of young people here today, and they were not like what Li Yi had imagined, a group of middle-aged, balding successful people. Of course, there were also some people who came with their elders.
In this kind of occasion, it was beneficial to accumulate more connections.
"Wanru, over here."
A voice came from not far away. Li Yi turned his head and saw Young … Young Master Bai walking over with a smile on his face.
However, the smile on his face quickly disappeared. He looked at Li Yi and turned to look at Lin Wanru. He asked suspiciously, "Why is he here?"
"Brother Bai." Lin Wanru nodded at him and said, "I invited Li to come with me."
"Excuse me."
She bowed slightly and turned back to smile at Li Yi. She said, "Let's go over there."
The young man with the surname Bai stood in the same place and looked back. When he saw the two disappearing figures, his expression began to change.
"Brother Bai, who was the person beside Miss Wanru just now? I don't think I've seen him before …" A young man walked over from the side with a puzzled expression.
Bai Yu smiled and said, "I don't know. I'm not familiar with him. He should be someone from the Lin family."
The man smiled and patted his shoulder. "It's been so long, but you still haven't won Miss Lin's heart. Brother Bai, you have to work hard!"
Bai Yu smiled and didn't say anything. However, when the man turned around and left, a trace of darkness quickly appeared on his face.
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