Yan Xiaolou turned around and glanced at Fu Xiaoguan, but he didn't recognize him. He looked like a decent human being, but he was blind!
He actually said it was like an epitaph!
He actually wanted to scrape off this unique poem!
This is a huge insult to Fu Xiaoguan!
Yan Xiaolou's eyes pierced Fu Xiaoguan like swords. Perhaps it was because he had practiced the Nine Yang Heart Sutra, or perhaps it was the faint fragrance wafting in the breeze, but Fu Xiaoguan also turned his head to look at Yan Xiaolou.
The woman was tall and wore a light blue long dress with a thin green veil draped over her shoulders. She had a veil on her face so her features were unknown. However, her willow-shaped eyebrows and the pair of cold eyes that were staring at him at the moment were extremely delicate. She was probably another beauty.
Fu Xiaoguan withdrew his gaze, probably because what he had just said had made the woman angry. He touched his nose and turned away.
Yan Xiaolou really wanted to scold the young man, but the words came to her lips several times but she didn't say them. It was not because she was afraid, but because she was a girl, and a girl from a wealthy family like Sanxiang. She received a more strict education, one of which was not to talk to strange men.
Fu Xiaoguan and the other two wandered around and came to the place where Wenji was held.
He didn't know what these young people were doing, nor did he know where to go next, so he simply waited here for Dong Xiu De.
After a while, Dong Xiu De came over with a smile on his face.
"Brother-in-law, I've booked the Sifanglou. In order not to diminish your reputation, I've reserved the largest private room. What do you think?"
"My second uncle is the only one who knows me well. You did this very openly!"
Fu Xiaoguan pointed to the dark crowd in front and asked, "What are they doing?"
Dong Xiu De sneered, "Huh, huh, a bunch of fools are worshipping Wen Quxing, saying it's a literary sacrifice, burning their own poems and essays to Wen Quxing, praying for blessings on getting a good score on the imperial examination. But there's no such thing as a Wen Quxing! I just don't understand why you have to study to have a future? What's wrong with doing something else? If my mother had trusted me and let me go into business, how could the Dong family be so poor?"
Fu Xiaoguan immediately laughed. This second uncle is really good and suits my taste, but... "Are you saying that the mansion is short of money?"
"Ah, no." Dong Xiude let the cat out of the bag and quickly said, "Rich or poor depends on how you compare. Compared with the Yan family, the Shi family, the Fei family and the other six major families, my Dong family is definitely poor."
This man was quite smart. Fu Xiaoguan asked again, "Does Second Uncle have any business ideas that he's interested in?"
Dong Xiu De became excited when he mentioned this. He lowered his voice and said slyly, "Let me tell you, when it comes to making money in business, I've observed for a long time and have come to a conclusion. Don't tell others, women's money is the easiest to make!"
Fu Xiaoguan immediately looked at Dong Xiu De with new eyes. Dong Xiu De continued, "You don't believe me? Let me tell you, Wenxianglou, the largest rouge and powder shop in Shangjing, is owned by the Shi family. I once watched outside their building for a long time, and a total of 3,729 women came in and out. Even if we round off the number of transactions and say there were 3,000 people, do you know how expensive the rouge and powder there are? Even if each person spent one tael of silver, that's 3,000 taels!"
"Brother-in-law, three thousand taels! This is just in the morning. Business is actually better at night. So if we sell ten thousand taels of silver every day, the gross profit on this thing can reach 50%! Five thousand taels of silver plus one thousand taels of silver minus all expenses, that's a real profit of four thousand taels of silver per day, which is one hundred and twenty thousand taels per month!"
"My father's monthly salary is two hundred taels of silver, plus all the other miscellaneous rewards, tea, festivals, etc., which makes a maximum of four hundred taels. Someone else's profit in one day is equal to what my father earned in a year as an official! Tell me, is being an official like this fun? It's so frustrating!"
Fu Xiaoguan was amused. This kid was really a talent. He actually understood market research and analysis. It would be a waste if he didn't go into business.
Once I have settled this mess myself, I will have a good chat with him about doing business.
The people across from him seemed to have finished their worship. Dong Xiude looked up and saw Yan Xiwen, the leader. He felt even more disgusted with him. He was so hypocritical! He was nowhere near as honest as Fu Xiaoguan!
Dong Xiu De didn't know that Yan Xiwen and Fu Xiaoguan had already competed in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, and Yan Xiwen had lost miserably. What he was thinking at the moment was that Fu Xiaoguan's poems were recorded on thousands of stone tablets, but Yan Xiwen's were not. That meant Fu Xiaoguan must be better than you, Yan Xiwen, so he would use Fu Xiaoguan's name to put an end to Yan Xiwen's prestige.
So he waved at Yan Xiwen.
Under normal circumstances, he would have avoided her because Yan Xiwen was so damn nagging!
Just like his dad! He often makes this comparison.
Yan Xiaolou also came over at this moment and stood behind his brother.
Yan Xiwen had also seen Dong Xiu De a long time ago, but since Dong Xiu De did not come to participate in the literary sacrifice, he probably gave up the imperial examination. This was normal, as he was not a good student.
He had originally planned to take Fang Wenxing and six others to Sifanglou for tea first, but he never expected that Dong Xiude would wave to him.
After thinking about it, for Shulan's sake, I decided to persuade him again. Even if there is no hope in this exam, there is still next year.
Yan Xiwen and his group came to Dong Xiu De, and Yan Xiaolou frowned again. She saw the annoying boy next to Dong Xiu De.
The young man boasted that he wanted to scrape off the poem. It would be wonderful if his brother could humiliate him.
She deeply admired her brother's talent. If she had to rank them, in her mind, Fu Xiaoguan was first among the world's talented scholars, and her brother was second. She used to think her brother was first, but ever since the publication of the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" and the Mid-Autumn Festival poem "Water Melody" being placed first on the list of the thousand stone tablets, she had placed Fu Xiaoguan ahead of her brother.
This is fair, because my brother's poems and articles were not engraved on the stone tablets.
Yan Xiwen waved his fan and said to Dong Xiu De with a smile, "I suggest that Brother Xiu De give it a try for this year's Autumn Examination. I'm not saying you have to make the list, but going there to gain some experience will be extremely beneficial for taking the exam next year. If Brother Xiu De can listen to me..."
Look, look, it’s coming again!
These profound truths keep coming back to you and make your head buzz. Who the hell can stand this?
Fu Xiaoguan is still the best brother-in-law!
"Wait!" Dong Xiu De quickly raised his hand. "Look, Brother Xi Wen, please don't bother with the Autumn Examination. I asked you to come here because I thought you were the most talented scholar in the capital, the leader of the youth. I wanted to introduce you to my brother-in-law."
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. This guy was really stupid. He and Dong Shulan were still having an affair secretly, but they couldn't let it be seen in public.
But Dong Xiu De had already said this, so of course he had to admit it.
So Fu Xiaoguan walked forward with a smile on his face and stretched out his hand, thinking that shaking hands would be a greeting.
But he saw that Yan Xiwen's face turned pale.
Not only did Yan Xiwen's face turn pale, but the expressions of these young men, including the woman, were all extremely ugly at this moment.
Fu Xiaoguan withdrew his hand awkwardly, smiled awkwardly, touched his nose, and stepped back.
"Are you Fu Xiaoguan?" Yan Xiwen's face was as cold as ice, and his words were as cold as ice!
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