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Many people heard the commotion outside and came out of the private room to ask about the onlookers who had been watching before.

When asked clearly, they also watched with great interest.

Coming to Hong Restaurant can't talk about laughter and laughter, but most of the exchanges are not white. Even if there are vassal and elegant people, it is still a bit of a foundation.

For example, the fat nouveau riche, he likes traditional culture, and he came here to come to Laihong Restaurant. Laihong Restaurant will not refuse these people, because really learned people can't bring wealth, and most of the people who bring wealth are these nouveau riche.

In this way, Qian Hao guessed wrong. The owner of the restaurant did not care about money, but he was very shrewd, spreading fame as a poet and literati, and earning money from the vassal and elegant.

Since the onlookers are not Bai Ding, and the literati are light-hearted, there are often quarrels, so they naturally understand how to deal with this kind of thing.

Fighting poetry!

Yes, it's Dou Shi.

The circle is not big and chaotic, but there are still some rules. For example, when something light happens, they generally don't abuse each other, but set up a stage to fight poetry.

Just like the ancient chivalrous warriors, if you don't agree with a word, then draw your sword and fight.

It just so happens that behind the viewing platform is the inscription wall, and this ring does not need to be built by both sides.

Onlookers were in high spirits, looking forward to the two sides fighting poetry. Qian Hao's face was gloomy, like the sky that was about to rain, which showed the unhappiness in his heart.

Although these two were older than him, they were not older than his senior brothers, let alone his teachers. However, they spoke wildly, disrespecting their elders so much, and in front of so many people.

If people treat each other with wine, they will repay them with wine; If a person treats each other with a sword, he will repay him with a sword.

Therefore, Qian Hao strode forward and said coldly: "Heh, poor sour, I think it's you."

The body is fat and the soul is empty. I'm ashamed to stand with you. ”

As soon as Qian Hao said this, some of the young people on the spot couldn't help but laugh. However, when they saw that the nouveau riche was blushing, and that their own adults were glaring at them, they hurriedly covered their mouths.

But in this way, there is still a low laugh.

The nouveau riche had no fat ears and did not block the passage through which the sound entered, so he naturally heard it clearly. In this way, coupled with the eyes of the onlookers, he felt deeply embarrassed.

And then there's anger.

Anger burned reason, he raised his head and glared at Qian Hao, gritted his teeth, and had the intention of devouring it alive.

Xu Zixiu saw that the nouveau riche was angry, and hurriedly grabbed Qian Hao, for fear that he would rush forward on an impulse.

Over there, Meng Shusheng was already a little drunk, and he was afraid that the nouveau riche would rush up and beat the other party. So he persuaded him with good words.

However, the nouveau riche did not comply, and immediately called the front desk manager.

"You're the manager here? I heard that non-literati and rich gentry can't enter the Hong Restaurant, how did these poor sours get in? ”

In the face of the aggressiveness of the nouveau riche, the front desk manager frowned deeply.

That rule, Lai Hong Restaurant naturally does not have it, but it is indeed said by the guests in private.

This is a kind of recognition, so Lai Hong Restaurant did not deny it. However, it didn't talk about this rule, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem for the guests?

But today, this nouveau riche who doesn't understand the world of human feelings says this so-called rule in public.

Isn't this embarrassing for them to come to Hong Restaurant?

The manager was embarrassed and secretly glanced at the guests present and found that they were all a little unhappy.

So, he decided on the spot, ready to deny this so-called rule.

But before he could speak, Qian Hao raised his head and laughed: "It's not a literati, it's not a rich gentry, it's not allowed to eat here?" Hahaha......"

Qian Hao laughed wildly, looking up to the sky and laughing, just like in Yanda that day.

The front desk manager was very puzzled when he heard it, and others were also puzzled. Even some little girls looked at him with the eyes of a nervous person.

Xu Zixiu also looked at him, different from others, his eyes were full of worry and inquiry.

Behind the crowd, Le Zhishan was also very worried, and he had to step forward to dissuade this farce.

However, before he could take a step, Qian Hao reached out and took out a card, a top-level bank card, which was less than tens of millions.

At this moment, some people gasped and looked at Qian Hao incredulously. This person is only in his early twenties, and his clothes are average, how can he take out such a precious bank card casually?

Those who didn't understand saw that some people's faces changed, and hurriedly followed their eyes and looked at the bank card in Qian Hao's hand. Then, when they asked in a low voice, their faces changed.

The front desk manager naturally knew each other, so his face changed.

As for the nouveau riche, a face has long since turned the color of pig liver. It was clear that he recognized the card. Not only did I know it, but I wanted to do it before, but unfortunately I didn't have that qualification.

Just when everyone was shocked, Qian Hao casually put away his bank card and put it in his pocket as if he was carrying ten yuan. Immediately afterward, he looked up to the sky and laughed again, and said arrogantly: "Rich gentleman? I'm not worthy? Haha, if I don't deserve Qian Hao, who else is worthy here? ”

Everyone else was originally biased towards Qian Hao, but as soon as Qian Hao said this, they immediately became a little unhappy. So, they didn't help each other, and stopped talking to persuade them to stop.

Human nature, when others say this, Qian Hao is not happy.

"Literati, rich gentry, poor sour goods?" The others were silent, the nouveau riche was silent, but Qian Hao laughed again.

Laughing, laughing, too.

After laughing, he immediately strode to the private room, as if he didn't intend to pursue it. Others thought so, and the front desk manager thought so too, and he was relieved to do so.

Even, that Meng Shusheng looked at Qian Hao's back, and pretended to talk to himself: "Hehe, it's a little self-aware."

The implication is that Qian Hao is very wise and did not take the text to say anything.

Hehe!

Qian Hao returned to the private room, not to calm things at all, but to grab a bottle of wine.

Unscrew and take a sip.

Strode back to the crowd.

Then, he laughed a few times and said proudly: "Literati, right, don't do the drinking order if you don't have the ability, right?" As for the people, the waiter, bring me all the pen and ink. ”

There was an uproar!

The onlookers whispered again, pointing and pointing, saying that Qian Hao was so young and so rampant. It's just that if you have money, you are still ashamed to write poems.

After so many years of inscription on the poetry wall, which one is not a good poem? You kid, you still want to write poems, it's crazy.

Question, question, question, if the question is not good, the restaurant will wash it off for you sooner or later. At that time, look at where your face goes.

This is not for Qian Hao, poems with bad titles, no matter who it is, they will be washed away.

When Meng Shusheng saw Qian Hao's move, he didn't speak, just stood aside and watched coldly. It was his companion, that is, Huang Jiying, who had been sarcastic about Qian Hao and the others before, and sneered: "Snort, you also deserve a poem?"

About because of the National Poetry Competition, a lot of outsiders came to Yanjing, and even the top floor was packaged. Otherwise, there are some locals who must have recognized Qian Hao.

Sure enough, the guests below heard the movement above, and many people came to watch. And among these people, there are locals, as soon as they come up, they immediately recognize Qian Hao.

However, before they could exclaim, Qian Hao had already grabbed the brush and strode towards the inscription wall.

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