Smuggler of Two Worlds

First write a song, please taste it?

Qian Rushan raised his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Fan’s smile and groaning, after a few thoughts, he ordered a few words with his entourage.

He sneered constantly in my heart, thinking that Jiang Fan should think he did not have the ability to appreciate poetry, so he planned to write a random poem to deceive him.

Actually, Qian Rushan does not have any innate talent for creation of poetry, but his appreciation ability is extremely good.

In the end, he is the son of the richest man, no matter how he looks like a nouveau riche, he himself still grew up in an environment of elite education.

As for the habitual vulgar dress, it is more…just a protective color.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly taken up. In Qian Rushan’s cold eyes, the entire group entered the guest room. Jiang Fan Shi Shiran picked up the writing brush, and Lin Wanqing laid out the rice paper. Later, he started to research ink for Jiang Fan.

With Lin Wanru’s several hours of teaching, Jiang Fan’s calligraphy has barely taken shape, but in Qian Rushan’s eyes, this calligraphy is still unbearable to look at.

So after seeing Jiang Fan’s words, Qian Rushan strengthened his judgment.

With just such a bad word, what kind of talent can you have? How can a truly talented person not even write well? The word is like the person, he is really a cunning man!

Thinking of this, Qian Rushan couldn’t help but snorted heavily.

I was waiting to speak, but found that Jiang Fan had finished the first two lines of the poem.

And these two opening sentences made Qian Rushan instantly feel as if his heart was held by someone’s hands!

“The sea…bears a bright moon, the end of the world…together at this time?!”

Qian Rushan subconsciously chanted, and both eyes slammed round.

Suddenly raised his head and looked towards Jiang Fan, and found that Jiang Fan seemed to be unaware, and continued to write stroke by stroke.

“The lover complains about Yaoye, and she has lovesickness in the evening. The candle is full of pity, and the cloak is full of pity. I can’t bear to give it away, and I still sleep… The dream is good?”

Jiang Fan finished writing, Qian Rushan also subconsciously finished reading.

Immediately afterwards, the face of the son of the richest man appeared like a ghost in the day.

sucked in a cold breath, staring at Jiang Fan dumbfounded, completely aphasia for a while, not knowing what he should say.

“How about? Young Master Qian? Are you satisfied with this poem? This poem can be sold to you for the price of Hundred Thousand String Coins, and the original author will also put your name on it, I With the guarantee of your own personality, no one else will pretend to claim this poem. Of course, if Young Master Qian is not at ease, we can make a treaty, the one protected by law.”

Jiang Fan’s face had an extremely cheap smile. He put down his brush while speaking, and kept rubbing his hands back and forth, looking very wretched.

Qian Rushan was dumbfounded, as if he felt unusually against the scene before him.

Looking at Qian Rushan not speaking, Jiang Fan thought Qian Rushan was expensive and frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction: “Young Master Qian, this price was previously announced by you, but it is not our greedy . Although I think you have a great mallet at this price, others would not write to you without this price?”

“Furthermore, you Young Master Qian is who? The son of the richest man! Fame! Can you buy something cheap? Must not! Really bought a bargain, it doesn’t fit your identity, isn’t it? That’s a scolding you! A Hundred Thousand String Coins, you can’t buy it at a loss, you can’t buy it. Good value for money! What else can you hesitate about?”

Speaking of which, Jiang Fan directly stretched out his hand and took Qian Rushan’s arm and pointed at the poem on the rice paper.

Continue to say: “Look at this poem again! It has a big intention and a profound artistic conception, especially the opening sentence, the moon is born on the sea, and the horizon is at this time! The magnificent and expanded writing, the standard eternal quatrains. ! Such a poem is enough to circulate for thousands of years and immortal. I want you to have a Hundred Thousand String Coins, is it expensive?”

Jiang Fan’s unrestrained look, let Lin Wanqing stand beside him. Can’t help rolling his eyes again and turning his head away.

Shameful……

Qian Rushan also looked dull, staring blankly at Jiang Fan saliva splash across promoting this poem, I only felt that didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

This person… really is a top grade!

Being able to write such well-known chapters, naturally has amazing talents, but Qian Rushan has never seen a literary talent before, like the one in front of him, there is nothing that a literary should have Of vigor.

If you change other literati and can write such poems, I am afraid that your nostrils will be upright and supercilious, right?

How can it be sold for money?

Also…How can you praise your work so grandiosely? Even if you are right… but… should others speak for it? Do you know what self-effacement is?

What’s the matter with such a face of business? !

Plus those that are impossible to make head or tail of it, what does it mean to buy something cheap is cursing me? Co-authoring is not just cursing me when you are a club?

You are a literati! Can’t it be a little literati?

“Young Master Jiang, don’t worry, I didn’t say not to buy it…”

Qian Rushan finally spirit slowly recovers, and said with a wry smile.

“Oh? Then what are you in a daze, I thought you were going to regret it. I just said, anyhow, I am the son of the richest man, how could I do self-repentance for trifling a Hundred Thousand String Coins? What a shame, isn’t it? Come on, give the money, pay the money in one hand and deliver the goods in one hand. Give me a Hundred Thousand String Coins, this poem is yours.”

Jiang Fan froze, The sullen expression on his face disappeared instantly, his right hand stretched out, and the smiley expression was put on again and he said.

Qian Rushan is about to vomit blood.

Am I ashamed? ! Who is ashamed of us?

You, a dignified literati, are actually more shameless than me, a businessman. How did you do it? !

After biting his posterior molar, Qian Rushan gave Jiang Fan a bitter look. Helplessly said: “Young Master Jiang, this poem is of course excellent. I can also see its quality. Definitely enough to be famous for the ages, but the problem is…it doesn’t suit me…”

“What do you mean? Isn’t it enough to write poems about the moon? Did Fujiang Gardens change its rules this year? “

Jiang Fan asked strangely.

“That’s not true. It’s just my Qian Rushan level, well known. If you just take a poem that has just reached the standard, then no one is too lazy to care about me. But I have to really come up with such a poem. The poem is over, I am afraid that it will become the target of the public in an instant. So… the reason why this poem is not suitable for me is entirely because the standard is too high.”

Qian Rushan said while cautiously paying attention. With Jiang Fan’s face.

Seeing Jiang Fan’s face suddenly, it was relaxed, and he quickly expressed his thoughts.

“I wonder if Young Master Jiang can write another song of lower quality? Don’t be too good or bad, just let me enter the kindergarten. As for compensation, Young Master Jiang can rest assured, 2 Hundred Thousand String Coins! There are definitely a lot of articles, but the poetry, I only want the one that I missed.”

Is there such a good thing?

Sure enough, it is a mallet…

Jiang Fan’s face is full of weird colors.

Qian Rushan understood Jiang Fan’s meaning, and his face instantly became as dark as the bottom of a pot.