Moreover, he also has his own thoughts: if Chen Baisha is not carried into the temple, it will be difficult for the emperor to pardon the ministers of Jianwen, and it will be impossible for the ancestor protector faction to disappear, and he will not be able to reunite with his father and sister, and he is more likely to be poisoned by the ancestor protector faction. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's a whole chain, and it ultimately leads to the same goal. In the next twenty-three years, he will reach this goal at the cost of his life.

"This time you were painting with Tang Bohu, I knew that you were invincible, but I didn't come forward to stop you, do you know why? For you, this is a rare opportunity to exercise. Even if you lose this time, it's just a matter of money, and in the future, you may fight for your own future, or even your life. Chen Musa and Pan expressed their thoughts.

"Teacher, rest assured. "Moreover, the body is straight, proudly like a pine tree that can still stand tall under the weight of the rock.

"Well, is there a problem with the matter of silver? Although our Chen Sect is not as powerful as the Yang Ming School, it is still more than enough to help you raise tens of thousands of taels of silver. Chen Musa asked.

"Don't worry about the teacher, the disciple still has enough money in his hand, and besides, the disciple doesn't want to lose. And smiled mysteriously.

"Well, do your best and don't focus too much on winning or losing. Be a little generous and open-minded. ”

Chen Musa didn't seem to take the gamble with Tang Bohu to heart, and his words were very relaxed.

Moreover, after a few days of invisibility, the mutton shop was still hot, and the flow of customers did not decrease on that day, and most of the people who came had a clear purpose: to observe the poems.

The poems in the restaurant are carefully framed and hung on the wall, and are worshiped like Buddhist shrines.

After all, the manuscript of the poem is not a Buddhist shrine, just a work of art, it is inevitable that someone will remember it, and the Zhou family sent four sturdy family members to guard the store at all times to prevent someone from stealing or even robbing it.

This is not unfounded, the mutton shop has been patronized by thieves for two consecutive nights, if the poem manuscript is still on the wall, I am afraid that it will have been led by others.

Wen Bin and Sisi don't care about the affairs of the store now, and leave everything to the housekeeper, and only in special circumstances will they come forward to deal with it.

"Wenbin, you still have to focus on your studies, and you can see the value of poetry from this incident. If it weren't for that poem, your mutton shop wouldn't have been so prosperous. Father Zhou sat on a chair, holding a tea cup in his hand, and spoke to his two sons while drinking.

The son knew that in the future, his father would have to personally direct anything. Wen Bin stood to his father's left and said with a happy face.

"This is still with you saying, originally I really didn't care about this business, but now it has become a big business, the prospects are infinitely optimistic, of course I can't let it go, or that sentence, you don't care about business matters, do a good job in your studies, our family's business will go to the next level, and it will be a great blessing for future generations." And Wen Jie, don't just think about your game board, but also think more about how to study hard. ”

Father Zhou was really stimulated by the situation, a poem can make a small shop that has just opened prosperous, and it is unimaginable that it will become a golden sign so quickly. If there is anything that is priceless in this world, it is wonderful poetry.

Zhou's father was a visionary businessman who never let his two sons meddle in business, but created all the conditions for them to forge ahead in their studies, blaze a new trail, and wash away the stench of copper that the family had looked down upon for generations.

No matter how rich a businessman is, his status is still incomparable with that of a literati, and Chinese culture has always been like this, especially in the Ming Dynasty because of the civil officials who ruled the world.

"Then can I still do my game board?" Wen Jie was worried.

"Of course, it's also a money-making business, how can I let it go. I've already handed it over to someone to build, and when I sell it, I will engrave the poem on the back, and the game description says that this game was invented by a great talent. It is precisely because of this game that this great genius has been able to memorize a thousand words backwards, and then become a great talent. Father Zhou said.

"This ...... Well, that's not the case at all. Wen Jie muttered.

"Who knows if that's the case? Only we know in our hearts that you don't care what others think, sell things, earn the money back, and you're done." ”

Wen Bing's brothers are sweating profusely, no wonder his father doesn't let his brother get involved in business, the black heart technique is really not something that ordinary people can use freely. But didn't my father teach himself every day, saying that being a man is based on sincerity, and doing business is the same?

I think that Zhou's father also made a bloody capital on his body, and when he was admitted to the head of the Suzhou Mansion, the gift given by the Zhou family was the most valuable, and after the disappearance, Zhou's father offered a reward of 10,000 gold to ask for clues about the situation, and at that time he just wanted to find a good partner for his son in his studies, learn from each other, and make a career together, but he didn't expect to earn back hundreds of times or even ten thousand times in the business so quickly. This can be regarded as an unintentional planting of willows and willows.

In Suzhou, besides, the news of the duel with Tang Bohu spread widely, and the streets and alleys of the city, teahouses and restaurants, were not talking about poetry, but this once-in-a-century showdown, which was a showdown between two great talents.

There is also a legend that Tang Bohu took a fancy to a girl, but this girl liked it, so it triggered a paper duel between the two talents. All kinds of rumors are flying in the sky, and there are many discussions in the streets and alleys. In a teahouse, there is a discussion going on at the moment.

"I don't know what this genius thinks, poetry is overwhelming, and he still wants to have the upper hand in painting, is this the so-called wearing other people's shoes and going his own way?" shouted a man with the temperament of an artist indignantly.

"I heard that they fought to a tie that day, and the talented man won a game in poetry, but he lost to Tang Bohu, Wen Zhengming, and Shen Zhou in calligraphy, and both sides were not convinced, so they decided to compare paintings in a month. A person next to him said.

"How did I hear that Tang Bohu and besides were fighting for a girl named Qiu Xiang? Someone saw that when he was writing, Miss Qiu Xiang helped him polish the ink, so he annoyed Tang Bohu. Another chimed in.

"What, he also competed with several great talents in calligraphy? He also won the hearts of beauties, what kind of world is this? I have to jump, don't stop you, don't stop you. "The artist opened the window and posed as a jumper.

"Jump, this is only one floor, be careful to jump out and the boss is chasing you all over the street to ask for tea money. A man laughed as he drank tea.

"It's a floor, that's not jumping. The man slammed the window shut.

"Do other people's competitions have anything to do with you? What qualifications do you have to gossip, pretending to be a genius and you are still addicted. In a corner, a deep voice was heard.

The man did not speak loudly, but many people heard him. People with an artist's temperament also heard it, and when they saw each other's faces clearly, they were so frightened that they quickly lowered their heads and didn't dare to continue the performance.

This person is Wen Zhengchen, he has been upset in the past two days, and he wants to come out to find a teahouse to drink tea quietly, and he doesn't want to change a few teahouses, and everyone is talking about this matter, which makes him so annoyed.

There was another reason for his upset, he was so excited that he had put a thousand taels of silver on him, but he had no cash in his hand, and now he was thinking about raising the money.

He regretted that he exchanged the manuscript of the poem to the Zhou family at that time, and got two hundred taels of silver, which was obviously a big loss, not to mention the manuscript of the poem now, even if the ordinary manuscript of the poem can be worth this price, the manuscript of the poem can now be sold for at least 1,000 taels of silver.

Of course, this is also to think about it, he can't do it if he sells the manuscript of the poem for a thousand taels of silver, and then uses it as a bet.

Wen Bin also told him later, if the 1,000 taels of silver were lost, it would be counted on his own head, and he did not agree, so how could there be any reason for others to pay the bills for the silver that he lost in betting?

"Brother Wen, my money is also bet on the casino, and now the handicap opened by the casino is ten to one for Tang Bohu, and one to ten for Tang Bohu, the silver in my hand is all bet on Tang Bohu, although the ratio is small, after all, it is a steady win, who are you betting on?"

Sitting next to Wen Zhengchen, this person is the manager of a money bank, with some capital in his hands, and he follows Wen Zhengchen to fight cocks and lackeys on weekdays, and his friendship is not bad. It was when Wen Zhengchen saw him that he walked into this teahouse and wanted to borrow a few hundred taels of silver from him.

"What, the casino dares to open the market openly?" Wen Zhengchen was taken aback.

"What's this, two great talents face off, this is a grand event in our Suzhou City, it is said that this time even the prefect's yamen has acquiesced to the open market of the casino, and it will be a big gamble at that time." These big casinos in the city are about to make a gold mountain and silver mine again. The steward looked envious and jealous.

Although the money bank makes money, it is much worse than the casino. Of course, money banks are legal businesses and can be operated openly, while casinos are ghosts, and they can only be carried out secretly underground.

"If everyone bets like you, how can the casino make money and not lose everything?" Wen Zhengchen didn't understand the secret of the casino's operation.

"How can it, we people know that Tang Bohu will definitely win, but there are many people who don't know the inside story, just seeing this talented man doing so well, I take it for granted that his painting must be a must, tell you, there are really a lot of fools who bet on him to win, and the casino wants to win is the money of these fools. The steward shook his head.

Wen Zhengchen's body stiffened, thanks to this person who didn't know that he had bet a thousand taels on his body, otherwise he would have to be regarded as a fool, and a battle melon among fools.

Simply get some more money, bet on Tang Bohu in the casino, bet on both sides, even if you don't win, you can keep it even. Wen Zhengchen suddenly thought of an idea.

It's just that the handicap ratio is too big now, if he goes back to bet on Tang Bohu and wants to win a thousand taels of silver, he will have to gamble 10,000 taels of silver, and now he can't even raise 1,000 taels, 10,000 taels, isn't that a pipe dream?

"By the way, aren't you friends with Tang Bohu and this talented man, do you have any calligraphy and paintings in your hand, take out one at this time, but it's worth silver. Not to mention a few hundred taels, a few thousand taels are likely to be shot. "The steward was enthusiastic about his efforts.

When he mentioned this, Wen Zhengchen thought of the poem manuscript that was taken back by Zhou's father for two hundred taels of silver, and his heart twitched with pain. It's really an old man, and he still lacks calculation.