The owner of the Boyang Chess Club is gone, but the matter of the Sanyuan Poetry Club is to inquire clearly.

Tea must be bought, and it must be in the front position.

Of course, it doesn't matter if Fu Dacai is a talented woman or anything, the main thing is to feel the demeanor of literati in the past.

In the Boyang Chess Club, I spent a lot of money to buy a position in the third row, which is quite high.

There is actually a place in the first row, and the price is a drop in the bucket for Chen Ze, but he still didn't buy it for the sake of insurance.

First, I was afraid that people would mistakenly think that they were also literati who came to participate in the poetry meeting, and let me compose a poem when the time came.

Chen Ze doesn't want to make this conspicuous bag.

Second, I am afraid that Li Qin will also come over to participate in the poetry meeting at that time, and it will be troublesome if he recognizes him.

Waiting for the poetry meeting for the past two days has been peaceful, although the official mission is diligent, but when he looks at the posture, he knows that he is pretending to give Li Qin an explanation.

Those officials probably didn't take it seriously.

How big is Qingzhou City!

Relying on a portrait to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It's a thankless thing, and it's strange that the people at the bottom don't fish in troubled waters.

Chen Ze followed Li Yuankang to wander around Qingzhou City, there are many delicacies and variety, but they are all supported by the taste of the ingredients themselves, and the layering of taste is just the same thing.

After all, there were so many condiments in ancient times, and the fresh MSG has not yet come out.

There is sugar, but most of it is jaggery, which is expensive and unpalatable.

Anyway, in Chen Ze's opinion, this Dachu is full of opportunities to make money, but there is no one available in his hands, and no one helps take care of the business.

Sooner or later, I will be emaciated and die young!

The people in the palace are not suitable for business, they don't have that brain, and they don't understand the operation of the market.

So Chen Ze, the owner of the Boyang Chess Club, is still quite interested.

Before I knew it, it was the day of the Sanyuan Poetry Meeting, and early in the morning, Chen Ze pulled Li Yuankang in the direction of the Sunset Pavilion.

Along the way, there are all kinds of literati dressed as people, and there are all kinds of people in their mouths.

Of course, there is no shortage of ordinary people who joined in the fun in the past.

"Young master, this three-yuan poetry meeting is a grand event, if you win the first prize in this poetry meeting, then ......"

"Wait, wait......" Chen Ze frowned: "How many times have I said it, we used to be the people who ate melons, not to participate in the competition!" ”

"Young master, you are obviously eight buckets tall, and you are rich and five cars......" Li Yuankang said in a low voice: "You said before that sentence that the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain is beating, I think it is really powerful, although I read few books, but I can also feel the tragic meaning of your poem, young master." ”

Chen Ze shrugged his shoulders, he came out of nine years of compulsory education, graduated from two colleges, and his foundation is still a little, and sometimes the ancient poems are blurted out.

What's more, those who do sales can't always open their mouths and close their mouths and lie in the groove.

Gotta pretend!

"That's it, nothing else." Chen Ze said helplessly: "Seven days to hold back six words, young master, I am at this level, don't expect blindly, young master, I don't join in the excitement." ”

As he spoke, he had already followed the large army to the north of the city, and the carriages also came, and after a forest, he saw the so-called Sunset Pavilion.

In fact, it is a small pavilion, but there are already tables, chairs and benches around it, and there are people who put pastries and tea, and those who buy tea can sit with wooden signs.

It's really lively, and there is still an hour before the poetry meeting begins, and it is already crowded at this time, and there are still a lot of children, playing on the side of the road.

Chen Ze and Li Yuankang found their place, listening to the discussions around them, feeling bored.

It's not a circle, and you can't talk together.

"Young master, it's still early, let's eat some pastries!"

Li Yuankang hurriedly handed over a pastry, and as soon as Chen Ze took it, he heard an impatient voice.

"Little beggar, get out of the way!"

"Go, go!"

"What about the principal? Don't hurry up and get rid of them! ”

Chen Ze's eyes glanced at it, a five or six-year-old child in rags was shuttling between tables and chairs, just hit Chen Ze's eyes, Chen Ze's eyes were quick, and he stopped the child.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" The child thought he was going to be beaten, and he was so frightened that he was about to cry, but the next second his mouth was stuffed into the pastry by Chen Ze.

"Is it delicious?"

The child was a little stunned, and nodded subconsciously.

Chen Ze grinned, and directly stuffed the pastry plate on the table to the child: "Take it and eat it!" ”

The child was stunned at once, and it was not indirectly for a while, nor was it if he did not answer.

"Just take it!" Chen Zeyile: "However, this is not a charity, but my brother invited you, if you have the ability in the future, you have to invite me to a pastry!" Gifts are still exchanged! ”

"Good!"

The child answered, wiped his hands and quickly took over the plate, this person was about to come, Chen Ze pointed to the other party and said: "This is my guest, what to pick, no one is allowed to touch his pastries, he will leave by himself." ”

"Go ahead!"

Chen Ze smiled and waved his hand, and the child left with the plate.

One good deed a day, one merit added!

After the child left, Li Yuankang said: "Young master......"

"Stop, don't send me a good guy card!" Chen Ze stopped: "Don't accept any moral kidnapping!" ”

Li Yuankang laughed dryly and said no more.

It's not about not looking down on the suffering of the world, it's just that if you see the ability, you can help.

An hour is not long, Chen Ze and Li Yuankang did not say a word and passed quickly, depressed, Li Qin really came, and even sat in the first row, and even made a scholar dress up in order to participate in the poetry meeting, looking at the posture It seems that he is still planning to participate in the poetry competition.

Chen Ze said secretly in the back: "Just that hanging, I can make a fart poem, hehe, the toad jumps off the cliff......"

Li Yuankang was stunned: "Young master, what is the explanation?" ”

"I'm going to pretend to be Batman!"

"Batman? Where is Batman sacred? Master, why haven't I heard of it? ”

"It's not the same dimension as you, it's normal if you haven't heard of it, quiet and quiet, someone is coming!"

Chen Ze saw a young man in his twenties come to the pavilion at this time, arched his hand in all directions, and said: "Welcome to this time to participate in the Sanyuan Poetry Competition, Qin Boyang, one of the directors of this poetry meeting. ”

"Young master, it seems to be the owner of the Boyang Chess Club."

Chen Ze bowed slightly, and after listening to Qin Boyang's introduction to the situation of the poetry competition of the three academies, he said: "The next thing is to ask Mrs. Lin to ask for a lottery for our poetry meeting!" ”

The crowd was talking, and Chen Ze suddenly realized that this Mrs. Lin should be Fu Dacai's daughter, and hurriedly looked around.

The people didn't see it, but they only heard a voice from the carriage behind the pavilion: "The deceased husband has not yet rested, and the concubine can't show her face, so please Haihan." ”

Chen Ze's eyes widened, he spent so much money that he couldn't even see anyone, so he just listened!?

it! Isn't this a fucking telecom scam!?

Qin Boyang, you brute!