The land of China, with a history of thousands of years, has undergone several changes. From the oracle bone inscription to the golden inscription, and then to the later small seal, official script, regular script, and line script.

With the transformation of fonts, some characters have also multiplied with many different meanings in the continuous development. In the 21st century, with the development of the Internet, the Chinese language has become the most difficult language in the world to learn. Because many words or sentences have multiple meanings, different tones, different occasions, and different meanings. Not to mention foreigners, even authentic Chinese people may not be able to guess and understand.

That's right, speculation.

After Yang Zhenxing said this, everyone was speculating about the meaning of his words. Game? Fools only care what game you make, everyone cares about how big this first cake is, and whether their stomach can hold this big cake.

Oh, no, at least Yan Murong is not thinking about the cake now, but what kind of game Yang Zhenxing wants to make.

"You must be curious to know what the game is by now, right?" Yang Zhenxing asked with a smile.

"Yes, Chief Executive, just say it quickly, don't lose our appetite."

"That's right, we've been hungry all day to eat cake."

Although most people didn't care what the game was, they made a look of great eagerness to know and said loudly.

"Haha, then I won't hang everyone's appetite." Yang Zhenxing laughed and said. "As you know, I graduated from the Department of Literature at the University of Hong Kong, and I have a soft spot for literature – of course, my favorite is our Chinese poetry. So, let's play this game that only the ancients played -- poetry. ”

To poetry? Damn, isn't it?

Hearing Yang Zhenxing's words, everyone was stunned.

In Huaxia, there is a very special phenomenon. That is, those who studied well in childhood either became nerds or became officials, and those who did not study well and were carried by teachers all day long to stand in the corner and be ridiculed by others became masters ten years later.

There are many people who come to Yang Sirong's birthday banquet, both in the political and business circles, but there are still many people in the business community. These people have a few taels of oil and water in their stomachs, and they know best, not to mention ancient poems, but the next sentence of the bright moonlight in front of the bed, they remember two pairs of underground shoes.

"I declare it beforehand." Yang Zhenxing continued. "As for this game, people over the age of 30 can't participate, so we need to give young people a chance to perform."

"Whew-"

Yang Zhenxing's words made many people below breathe a sigh of relief. They have money, they have status, but they just don't have any ink in their stomachs, and if they make a fool of themselves, they won't be laughed to death. Well, now that the rules of the game are that no one over the age of thirty is allowed to participate, so naturally they have nothing to do. I just hope that my children will compete for some anger and strive to get this first piece of cake.

"That's good."

Just as everyone was waiting for the game to start, Yang Zhenxing spoke again. "As a father, this first dance was supposed to be between me and Si Rong, but in order to give everyone some motivation, I decided that the winner of the game could not only be the first to get a share of the cake, but also accompany Si Rong to dance the first dance."

"Boom-"

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly became lively.

If you couldn't guess what Yang Zhenxing meant just now, then now everyone has directly picked it out, and if you can't guess it, you will really be a fool.

This is not a game, nor is it a cake, this is the Yang family wants to recruit a son-in-law.

Hong Kong has always belonged to the British before the handover, according to European custom, the daughter's first dance on her birthday is to be accompanied by her father, but now, Yang Zhenxing has given this right to others.

Yan Murong didn't know what others thought at this time, but he could feel his eyebrows jumping suddenly, especially after Yang Zhenxing said those words just now, his eyes glanced at him with a vague look.

"Okay, without further ado, let's start the game now." Yang Zhenxing said with a smile. "Of course, I'll work part-time as a questioner and referee."

Soon, Yang Zhenxing pondered for a while before saying. "Ride the rainbow, ride the red clouds, and you will be suspicious of the Jade Gate."

Damn, what kind of poem is this? How come I've never heard of it?

This first line of the poem made the group of people below look at each other.

These young boys, if you ask them where the young lady is the most punctual and which film and television company star is the most beautiful, they can make you a detailed list, but the poems - the bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground. A pair of dog men and women, among them are you. Does this count?

"Didn't anyone pick it up?" Yang Zhenxing asked with a smile and looking around.

Who can pick up this, you are a little simple, and everyone was slandered in their hearts.

The young are in a hurry, and the father is also in a hurry, is such a good opportunity to be so expensive?

Everyone sighed in their hearts, only hating that they didn't nibble on the books at the beginning.

"I'll do it."

Just when Yang Zhenxing thought that no one could answer, a voice came out. Everyone looked over in amazement and found that it was a handsome young man who spoke.

Ye Lanjun? He actually ran out of the limelight? Yan Murong looked at the man who stood up and thought in some surprise.

"Mr. Ye, please speak." Yang Zhenxing nodded to Ye Lanjun.

"Ride the rainbow, ride the red clouds, and you will be suspicious of the Jade Gate." Ye Lanjun repeated the first line of Yang Zhenxing's poem before saying with a smile. "Ji Tianhan, to Kunlun, see the Queen Mother of the West and the East Jun."

"Haha, Mr. Ye's answer is not bad at all." Yang Zhenxing laughed. "I didn't think that Mr. Ye has been developing abroad all the year round, but he is also proficient in Chinese poetry, so you must know its origin, right?"

"Chief Executive Yang praised it falsely." Ye Lanjun smiled modestly and said. "Although I have lived abroad for a long time, what flows in my body is the blood of the children of China, and the essence of China naturally needs to be memorized by heart - I happen to remember these two lines of poetry, which are from Cao Cao's "Mo Shangsang".

"Not bad, not bad." Yang Zhenxing nodded with satisfaction. "I heard your father say that I didn't believe it before, but when I look at it today, Ye Xian's nephew is really young and promising."

Ye Xian's nephew? The crowd was shocked again. Just now he was called Mr. Ye, and he immediately became Ye Xian's nephew with a poem, and it seems that Yang Zhenxing is very satisfied with this young man surnamed Ye.

"Since this poem Ye Xian's nephew is right, then I will continue to write the question." Yang Zhenxing said with a smile. "The horse is new across the white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold on the battlefield."

Compared with the first one, this second poem is relatively simple, after all, Li Bai's poems are the most known.

"The sound of the iron drum at the head of the city is still shaking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried up."

Just when a few sons frowned and thought hard, and were about to blurt out, they were rushed to answer first. And the person who rushed to answer was still Ye Lanjun.