Yan Xiaolou turned his head and glanced at Fu Xiaoguan, he didn't know him, he looked like a human and a dog, but he was blind in those eyes!

He actually said it was like an epitaph!

He still wants to scrape off this eternal poem!

This is a great insult to Fu Xiaoguan!

Yan Xiaolou's eyes stabbed at Fu Xiaoguan like a sword, maybe it was because he had cultivated the Jiuyang Heart Sutra, or maybe it was a wisp of fragrance wafting from the breeze, Fu Xiaoguan also turned his head to look at Yan Xiaolou.

This woman is tall, wearing a light blue dress, a thin veil of emerald water on her shoulders, and a scarf on her face, but the two willow eyebrows and the cold eyes that are looking directly at him at the moment are extremely exquisite, and it is estimated that she is another beauty.

Fu Xiaoguan retracted his gaze, estimating that what he said just now made the woman angry, he touched his nose and turned to leave.

Yan Xiaolou really wanted to reprimand this young man for a few words, but he didn't say it when the words came to his mouth several times, not because he was afraid, but because she was a woman, or a woman from a wealthy family like Sanxiang, she was more educated, and she didn't talk to strange men, which was one of them.

Fu Xiaoguan and the three of them walked around and came to the place of the cultural festival.

He didn't know what these teenagers were doing, and he didn't know where to go next, so he simply waited for Dong Xiude here.

After a while, Dong Xiude came to find him, with a smile on his face.

"Brother-in-law, the square building has been booked, in order not to weaken your reputation, I booked the largest private room, what do you think?"

"The only one who knows me is the second uncle, you can do this openly!"

Fu Xiaoguan said and pointed to the group of people in front of him, and asked, "What are they doing here?" ”

Dong Xiude sneered, "Hmph, a group of fools are worshipping Wenqu Xing there, saying that it is a literary sacrifice, that is, they want to burn the poems and articles they made to Wenqu Xing, and ask for the title of the gold list." If you want me to say, there's a fart Wenqu star! I don't understand, why do you have to study to have a future? Why nothing else? If my mother can believe me and let me go into business, where will this Dong Mansion be poor and become so virtuous? ”

Fu Xiaoguan immediately smiled, this second uncle is really good, it suits my appetite, but he ......, "You mean that there is a shortage of silver in the house?" ”

"Ah, no." Dong Xiude said that he leaked his mouth, and hurriedly said: "This poor and rich depend on how to compare, compared with the Yan family, the Shi family, the Fei family, and so on, my Dong family must be considered poor." ”

This person's brain is still very good, and Fu Xiaoguan asked again: "Does the second uncle have a fancy for any business?" ”

As soon as Dong Xiude came to this point, he lowered his voice and said in a sly manner: "Let me tell you, if you want to make money in business, I have observed for a long time and come to a conclusion, don't tell others that this woman's money is the best money!" ”

Fu Xiaoguan was immediately impressed by Dong Xiude, and Dong Xiude said again: "You don't believe it? Let me tell you, the largest rouge gouache shop in Beijing, Wenxiang Building, this is the Shi family's property, I have watched outside his building for a long time, a total of 3,729 women and women in and out, even if the number of transactions is erased, we are 3,000 people, do you know how expensive the rouge gouache is? Even if each person spends one tael of silver, that's three thousand taels! ”

"Brother-in-law, three thousand taels! This is only in the morning, in fact, the business is better in the evening, so if you count 10,000 taels of silver sales every day, the gross profit of this thing can reach fifty percent! Five thousand taels of silver and one thousand taels of silver after deducting one due expense, and four thousand taels of silver per day, which is 120,000 taels per month! ”

"My father earns two hundred taels of silver a month, plus other messy rewards, tea, festivals, etc., four hundred taels a day, and the profit of other people's days is my father's official for a year! You say, is this official interesting? Aggrieved! ”

Fu Xiaoguan is happy, this kid is really a talent, he actually understands market research and analysis, if he doesn't go into business, it will be a waste.

When this mess on his body is settled, I want to have a good chat with him about doing business.

The people on the other side seemed to have finished worshipping, Dong Xiude raised his eyes and saw Yan Xiwen, who was the leader, and felt more and more that that person looked unpleasant and hypocritical! Where is it as sincere as Fu Xiaoguan!

Dong Xiude didn't know that Yan Xiwen and Fu Xiaoguan had already competed between Yan Xiwen and Fu Xiaoguan because of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, and they lost very badly, what he was thinking about at the moment was that Fu Xiaoguan's poems had left a name on the Thousand Monuments, but Yan Xiwen didn't, so Fu Xiaoguan must be better than you Yan Xiwen, so borrow Fu Xiaoguan's name to kill Yan Xiwen's majesty.

So he beckoned to Yan Xiwen.

If it was ordinary, he would not be able to avoid it, because this Yan Xiwen is really verbose!

Just like his dad! He often compares like this.

Yan Xiaolou also came over at this moment, standing behind his brother.

Yan Xiwen had also seen Dong Xiude earlier, but since Dong Xiude didn't come to participate in the cultural festival, he thought that he had given up the scientific examination, which was normal, this person was not a scholar.

He originally planned to take Fang Wenxing and the other six people to Sifang Building to have tea first, but he really didn't expect Dong Xiude to wave to him.

After thinking about it, for the sake of Shulan's face, I still want to persuade him again, there is no hope for Jinke, and there is no coming year.

Yan Xiwen and his entourage came to Dong Xiude, Yan Xiaolou's brows furrowed again, and she saw the nasty young man next to Dong Xiude.

The boy said that he wanted to scrape the poem off, and it would be wonderful if his brother could humiliate him.

She admires her brother's talent very much, if you want to talk about ranking, in her mind, this world's talented Fu Xiaoguan is the first, and her brother is the second. She used to think that her brother was the first, but since the birth of the book Dream of Red Mansions and the Mid-Autumn Festival song head appeared in the first column of the Thousand Monument Stone Armor characters, she ranked the name Fu Xiaoguan in front of her brother.

This is fair, because my brother's poetry and articles did not make it to the Thousand Monuments.

Yan Xiwen shook his fan, smiled and said to Dong Xiude: "I suggest Brother Xiude try it today, it's not that you have to be on the list, go and see and increase some experience, it will be of great benefit to take the exam again next year, if Brother Xiude can listen to me......"

Look, look, it's here again!

This big truth makes your brain buzz one by one, who can stand this!

It's better to be Fu Xiaoguan's brother-in-law!

"Wait!" Dong Xiude hurriedly raised his hand, "That's the case, Brother Xiwen won't bother with this matter, please come over Brother Xiwen, I think you are the first talent in Beijing, the young leader, I just want to introduce my brother-in-law to you." ”

Fu Xiaoguan was stunned, this product was a mistake, he and Dong Shulan were still in a state of underground cheating at the moment, but they couldn't see the light.

But Dong Xiude has already said this, of course he must admit it.

So Fu Xiaoguan stepped forward with a smile on his face and stretched out his hand, thinking that shaking hands was a greeting.

But he saw that Yan Xiwen's face turned white.

Not only Yan Xiwen's face turned pale, but the faces of these teenagers, including the woman, were extremely ugly at the moment.

Fu Xiaoguan withdrew his hand embarrassedly, smiled, touched his nose, and retreated.

"You are Fu Xiaoguan?" Yan Xiwen's face was as pale as frost, and he spit out words into ice!