Mystery Makes Me Strong

When Wen Rende spent about ten minutes chanting this long poem, the disturbed atmosphere of the party was completely restored by the interlude that broke in.

The crowd no longer cared about the tossing just now, and instead became enthusiastic and began to discuss the long poem he recited.

"This poem is really magnificent, and it makes people feel wide open."

"I didn't expect Mr. Wen Rende to be able to make such a grand chapter. It seems that he is also a modern master hiding in the folk."

"Yeah, compared with the realm of life shown in the Fu, what the master did just now is really not worth mentioning."

"I have a feeling," a mystery expert frowned, "that master seems to be a fake, he seems to be open-minded, but the villain is much worse than me. Strength can be disguised, but idealism cannot be faked."

"So that's the case, is this what Mr. Wenren really wants to tell us?" Someone pondered.

At the party, there are naturally no shortage of mystery experts.

Before, everyone was preconceived, because with the introduction of President Zhao, plus the mysterious master, everyone returned to the basics, and ordinary experts would not say anything even if they sensed that Ding Chengshan was a little abnormal.

Wen Rensheng listened to everyone's discussion, and felt a little moved. Although De Ge was powerless, he did everything a father could do.

Just listening and listening, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly woke up. It seems that many people think that Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou" was written by De Ge himself.

However, this was clearly before he became an expert, when he was reading a book in his study, he felt it. At that time, he relied on "extraordinary memory" to find it from the memory of his previous life, and finally wrote it in the blank next to the page of the book. …

At that time, he subconsciously thought that this long poem must exist in this world, so he did not deliberately check it on the Internet.

Now it seems that it does not appear in this world line.

Thinking of this, he then understood that it was no wonder that Brother De did not memorize other poems in this public occasion, but had to memorize such a long poem.

Of course, the other party won't memorize other poems. After all, the ones that De Ge can memorize are all in history, and he can't pretend...

At this moment, Zhao Han excitedly said to Wen Rensheng: "I didn't expect that my uncle would have such a peerless talent, I thought he would only copy it... I have never heard of such a magnificent, rich and powerful person before. Philosophical songs. Songs of this level will definitely be in our textbooks.”

She admired it from the bottom of her heart, and her eyes were full of the expression of a scumbag seeing a scholar.

"It's alright. I'm not sure if Brother De's talent is peerless or not. But what I can be sure of is that his face is definitely peerless..." Wen Rensheng said quietly.

Wu Shanshan on the side has already guessed the truth, shaking her head and smiling.

She whispered, "You did that song, right? I didn't expect you to have such a profound understanding. It's no wonder that you can become an expert in one year, at least it's enough in realm."

"No, I didn't do this, I just stood on the shoulders of giants." Of course Wen Rensheng wouldn't take it for himself, he was an honest man.

"You're really humble." Wu Shanshan's face was full of disbelief, and there was admiration in her eyes, but it was different from what Zhao Han admired.

"Whatever you think, as long as you are happy." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

At this time, Mr. Zhao took advantage of the atmosphere and started to do business: he made a wave of advertisements for the Skywalking Club, one for recruiting students and one for business.

Everyone cheered, each and everyone talking, wanting to introduce Young Handsome in the past, or introduce some business.

In the eager atmosphere, a cheerful female voice said:

"Haha, it seems that we came late and didn't catch up with the good show. Lao Zhao, Brother Wenren, I'm really sorry."

Everyone looked up and saw two decent-looking middle-aged men and women walking into the backyard from the entrance.

After Wen Rensheng looked at it, he found that the person who came was the Hu Yuanxiang sister and brother whom he met in the last assessment.

Behind them were a pair of honest young men and women, who were Hu Qingyang and Xu Huijuan from the last assessment.

"The two seniors have heavy responsibilities and are busy with business, so they came here to cheer. I didn't go out to greet them, which is rude." Mr. Zhao immediately smiled warmly and walked over to say hello.

Wen Rensheng also walked over. The other party was obviously here to fulfill the agreement in the last assessment, and he wanted to transfer these two candidates over for him to teach.

Sure enough, after a chat, Hu Yuanxiang said that the two had accepted the two as disciples respectively, but there were a lot of things to do, and they hoped to be cultivated in the Skywalking Club.

Mr. Zhao naturally agreed, and he would accept it just because of the face of the two experts.

Not to mention, there is a certain probability that a rookie xenogeneic who can become an expert's child will become an expert, otherwise, no one will ask for trouble.

Next, in all kinds of communication, it was getting late, and the party slowly came to an end.

At this time, the Su Yuanshi, who first talked to Wen Rensheng, came slowly after talking to the others.

"Mr. Wenren, it's getting late, and we're going to say goodbye. If you need to, you can come to my Westfield. This is my business card." She chuckled and waved her hand.

The old butler in a suit and leather shoes behind her immediately handed a delicate card with both hands.

The card is all sandy yellow, with the name and contact information on it, and the background is endless yellow sand, giving people a sense of loneliness and grandeur.

"Thank you, Mrs. Su is really caring." Wen Rensheng said sincerely, then took it with both hands.

"Where and where, Mr. Wenren is a two-star, father and son are good at winning, and they will be able to build a family in the future." Obviously, Su Yuan has also confirmed the authenticity of the "Ding Chengshan".

Wen Rensheng smiled: "Mrs. praised."

Afterwards, Su Yuanshi and the housekeeper said goodbye and left.

Then Wen Rensheng and his family accompanied Mr. Zhao to send the guests away one by one, and the party finally ended without a hitch.

In the end, Mr. Zhao sent the people who had heard of others to the door in person.

"As I said, this time, leave it to me to handle, you don't have to worry." President Zhao reassured Wen Rensheng and extended his hand at the same time.

"That's hard work for Mr. Zhao." Wen Rensheng shook hands with the other party.

"It's okay, I haven't thanked you for your reminder." Mr. Zhao said meaningfully, holding it tightly.

Everyone else thought it was what happened at this gathering, but Wen Rensheng understood that the other party seemed to have understood the truth from the story he told before.

Otherwise, the other party will not be so hard now...

In this case, I don't need to report to the Prosecutor.

"Haha, Mr. Zhao is indeed a decent person." Wen Rende laughed, his eyes completely relaxed.

Wen Rensheng's family then walked along the secluded sidewalk to their home in the east.

Mr. Zhao watched them leave, nodded slightly, and then returned to the villa.

Everyone thought about it and walked silently.

Only Zhao Han has not recovered from the excitement of the party, jumping back and forth, looking for people to talk to everywhere.

"Sister Shanshan, how was my performance today?" She grabbed Wu Shanshan's hand and said.

"Well, it's a good performance," Wu Shanshan nodded, "I ate a lot, and I didn't lose money."

"Uh... I will exercise hard to lose weight." Zhao Han said speechlessly, and then found Wen Rende again.

"Uncle, what is the name of the poem you recited today? It's really amazing. After listening to it, I seem to understand the universe and life." She said admiringly.

Wen Rende was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "So it's called 'Fu', I thought it was also a poem."

"Uncle, what did you say?" Zhao Han was a little surprised.

"Oh, I mean, the name of that song is "Xiaoyaoyou"." Wen Rende pretended.

"Xiaoyaoyou"? Good name, I will post it in the circle of friends now. Fortunately, the teacher gave me 'transcendent memory', otherwise I really can't remember it." Zhao Han took out his mobile phone and started typing.

"Do you like this kind of thing? After I go back, I can make a few more songs for you," Wen Rende said, "However, I can only make such good things when I drink good wine..."

"Uh..." Zhao Han secretly glanced at Wen Rensheng and couldn't help but want to agree, when Ouyang Ling twisted Wen Rende's ear.

"I told you not to drink before, and then I gave it to me to drink at the party. I'll give you face at the meeting. It's hard to tell you, are you still not satisfied?" Ouyang Ling said angrily.

It was only then that Zhao Han remembered that Aunt Ouyang had clearly instructed her to keep Wen Rende from drinking.

In the end, she ate happily and forgot all about it. As expected, he is a fool who can't save his extraordinary memory...