"Hanhan, you..."
Wang Xiaocao tried to persuade Zhao Han to stay.
Although Wang Xiaocao also wanted to know how talented Ye Qiu really was, she didn't want to embarrass him.
But Zhao Han was already carried away, and Wang Xiaocao couldn't persuade him otherwise.
“Xiaocao, I can tell. You don’t want Ye Qiu to go to the academy, but you want him to join the company, right? In that case, as the company director, I should know his true abilities, right?” Zhao Han asked.
"this..."
"Miss Wang, just listen to her." Ye Qiu stopped Wang Xiaocao from speaking, and then said to Zhao Han, "You said it yourself, if you lose, you have to agree to three conditions, but I only need you to agree to one condition. If you lose, you have to be my personal maid, serve me tea and water, and if I run out of money, you have to give me money. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"
"Ha, you're even thinking about swindling money from women when making a bet. You've got some skills. Fine, I'll listen to you, but let's get this straight: if you lose and can't compose a poem, you'll have to get lost."
“Okay, it’s a deal.” Ye Qiu readily agreed.
In this new world without Tang and Song poetry, Ye Qiu is not at all afraid to compete in poetry.
"Haha, this competition is interesting. Kid, I'll place a bet too. If you win and can get Zhao Han, that cold beauty, to be your personal maid, then I, Chang Zilong, will be your underling and obey your orders for ten days."
"If you lose, you'll kneel down and acknowledge me as your master, becoming my underling, how about that?" Chang Zilong joined in the fun.
“Okay, then I’ll add you.” Ye Qiu agreed with a smile.
"Isn't this going a bit too far?" Li Qiqi asked with some concern.
"Since things have come to this, let them do what they want. We'll just watch the show."
Wang Xiaocao gritted her teeth and said.
"All right."
Li Qiqi smiled bitterly.
She didn't believe Ye Qiu could actually compose three poems on the spot.
Because of these three poems, Zhao Han had to set the questions, and who knows what kind of questions Zhao Han would come up with? Ye Qiu had to compose a poem on the spot based on the questions, which was too difficult.
"Shall we begin now?" Zhao Han asked Ye Qiu.
"Let's begin. You give me the questions," Ye Qiu said.
"Alright, let's start with a common one." Zhao Han picked up a bottle of wine on the table and said coldly, "The first poem is about wine. It should contain the meaning of friends parting ways. For example, I am about to part ways with a good friend and we will have a farewell drink. Do you understand what I mean? I'll give you ten minutes to think. The timer starts now."
“No need for ten minutes, I’ve already done it,” Ye Qiu said immediately.
"Huh?" Zhao Han frowned. "Are you kidding me?"
"Why don't you listen to it first?"
“Alright, you read it aloud, Chang Zilong. While he reads it, he should use his communicator to search online. If he plagiarizes, fire him immediately,” Zhao Han said sternly.
"Alright, I like this job, haha." Chang Zilong laughed, took out his communicator, and entered ready mode: "Kid, start reading, let's listen to your masterpiece that you can recite without thinking."
The scene at this table was witnessed by guests at several other tables. Everyone pricked up their ears, and the entire room fell silent as they waited for Ye Qiu to recite the poem.
Ye Qiu stood up, put his hands behind his back, and recited a poem without hesitation, "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi": "The morning rain in Weicheng dampens the light dust, the guest house is green with fresh willow leaves. I urge you to drink another cup of wine, for once you leave Yangguan, you will find no old friends."
Upon hearing this poem, the entire room fell into such silence that you could hear a pin drop.
Zhao Han and Wang Xiaocao, who are passionate about poetry, were immediately stunned, their eyes lighting up.
Chang Zilong searched quickly, but the results showed that the poem was not available online.
The fact that it cannot be found online means that this poem was most likely created by Ye Qiu.
"This poem is worthy of being called a god."
Wang Xiaocao clenched her jade-like hands tightly, and the way she looked at Ye Qiu underwent some subtle changes.
Zhao Han felt the same way, but he was clearly still unconvinced: "Such a perfect poem, you couldn't possibly have composed it on the spot, Chang Zilong, have you found anything similar?"
"No...no." Chang Zilong shook his head.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Han was secretly alarmed. Could this poem really be Ye Qiu's original creation?
The people around them also became inexplicably excited.
"I don't understand poetry, but from this poem I can hear the reluctance to part with a friend, and the sorrow of never seeing the old city scenery and old friends again after leaving Yangguan. It is definitely a good poem."
"You're misunderstanding it, aren't you? Although I don't understand it either, I think this poem sounds beautiful, no worse than the ones in our textbooks when we were in school."
"Judging from his appearance alone, this person gives people the feeling of an immortal descending to earth, otherworldly and refined. If nothing unexpected happens, we have met a person of extraordinary talent and greatness today. Even if he is not a great person now, he will surely become famous in the Great Dragon Dynasty in the future, and even become famous all over the world."
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