Just like Duan Xiaoxing didn't understand, Duan Wenjun was still talking about Master in the first sentence, but turned into asking Duan Jiabao's pig in the next sentence, and couldn't keep up with Duan Wenjun's thinking. At this moment, Lin Jingyun also felt that he couldn't keep up with Zhang Wenjian. Got the idea.
Sitting in Xiu Yuer's room at Wangjiang Art Museum, Zhang Wenjian personally poured a glass of wine for Lin Jingyun.
Xiu Yuer had been sent away by them a long time ago, saying that they wanted to talk about a personal affair.
"So, you mean, these things are not coincidences?" Lin Jingyun's face became extremely serious, staring at Zhang Wen and admonishing.
"I'm not completely sure, but it's very possible." Zhang Wen nodded, "I heard that this came from Mr. Qin."
Lin Jingyun shook his head, "No, it's impossible. My third brother often hangs out with him, so he knows best. I had some doubts a few days ago, but my third brother said that it is absolutely impossible for the Duan Wenjun before to be Hiding clumsiness."
"Is it possible that Brother Lin still believes those rumors?" Zhang Wenjian snorted coldly, "Recently, many people in Wangjiang City have been spreading rumors that he is some kind of heavenly being, and that those things were all guided by immortals in dreams. ?Do you believe it?"
"Believe it or not!" Lin Jingyun rolled his eyes at Zhang Wenjian, and then drank all the wine in the glass. "I think it is more credible that someone is helping him behind the scenes."
At this point, he paused, and then continued, "The white-faced young man following him these days is an extraordinary figure."
"Oh? You mean, the young man with the sword on his back?" Zhang Wenjian trembled when he heard the words. "Do you know who he is?"
Lin Jingyun had a mysterious smile on his face, "If I tell you, I'm afraid you will be shocked. It seems that Duan Daxiong has spent a lot of money to protect his precious son."
An ominous premonition came to Zhang Wenjian's heart.
He was worried that his previous conjecture might come true.
Lin Jingyun lowered his voice very low, "Yesterday I heard Wang Yuanqing talking to my father. That man seemed to be the seventh sword of Yujianmen, the ruthless sword Mo Shoucheng."
"Unfeeling Sword, Mo Shoucheng!" Zhang Wenjian's expression changed greatly, "But how could he become the bodyguard of that boy from the Duan family?"
"You ask me, who am I asking?" Lin Jingyun shook his head helplessly, "But I don't care about this. What I care about is the other person behind him."
"Who?" Zhang Wenjian frowned and suddenly realized, "You mean, he was the one who wrote poems for Duan Wenjun?"
"It's not impossible." Lin Jingyun nodded. "Otherwise, who do you think can write such a wonderful poem in the world?"
Zhang Wenjian nodded thoughtfully, with a deep melancholy on his face.
Of course, what he was worried about was not the person who wrote poems for Duan Wenjun.
But as he had guessed before, the young man standing behind Duan Wenjun with the sword on his back was indeed from the Sword Control Sect.
So, could this be the person who killed Xiafeng in the back mountain of Moon Island?
"Wen Jian, Wen Jian?" Lin Jingyun shook the dazed Zhang Wenjian's arm, and then continued, "Duan Wenjun used other people's poems to suppress us at the banquet. Such shameful behavior, how can we Can you bear it?”
"Brother Lin, what do you want?" Zhang Wenjian's face was stern.
"I heard that your father has some friendship with Mr. Zhang Sanfeng? Why don't you ask your father to come forward and we can set up a table at Wangjiang Tower?" Lin Jingyun stared at Zhang Wenjian closely. "Last time, we were careless and did not propose a proposition. This time We must not let him become arrogant."
"Brother Lin, why does my father need to take action in this matter?" Zhang Wenjian shook his head, "Brother Lin, wouldn't it be more sincere to invite him personally?"
"Master Zhang is a high-ranking member of the civil service of the dynasty, how can a small businessman like us be able to reach such a high level?" Lin Jingyun showed a wry smile.
"Brother Lin, what you said is wrong!" Zhang Wenjian interrupted him directly, with an even bigger smile on his face, "Brother Lin is the leader of our Wangjiang talents, and Lord Zhang Sanfeng is one of the three most talented people in the palace. Brother Lin admires Mr. Zhang’s talent, and on behalf of me, Wangjiang Talent, I want to treat Mr. Zhang to a meal. Isn’t this an ordinary thing? I think Mr. Zhang will definitely not refuse.”
Lin Jingyun frowned and did not answer, but Zhang Wenjian's words rang out again, "Master Zhang, as you said last time, he is good at couplets."
A faint smile finally appeared on Lin Jingyun's face, and he instantly understood what Zhang Wenjian meant.
At Mr. Qin's banquet, Duan Wenjun's song "Returning to the Countryside, Green Lake Pavilion" was so insightful that everyone was put off.
After he recited that poem, no more poems were written at the banquet.
The reason is very simple, that is, everyone knows that even if they recite a poem, it is impossible to surpass Duan Wenjun's poem, so it is better not to recite it.
From the beginning, they could tell that the Duan family and his son did not seem to be very respectful to Zhang Sanfeng. Naturally, Zhang Sanfeng was not happy at the banquet.
Zhang Sanfeng once said that reciting poetry is not his strong point, but couplets are.
Naturally, this time, using Wen Huiyou to write a couplet, it would definitely expose Duan Wenjun's true lack of knowledge and skills.
Moreover, the randomness of couplets is greater than that of reciting poems. If there is someone behind Duan Wenjun, it is not easy to provide him with advice in a hurry.
"In that case, Wen Jian, let's call Wu Ting and Jing Mo, and go together to see Mr. Zhang now?"
"Brother Lin, please!"
They both stood up at the same time.
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Duan Jiabao, looking at Duan Wenjun in front of him, Duan Daxiong's face was full of surprise.
Not long ago, Duan Wenjun developed the Shao Knife and told himself that he would sell the Shao Knife. Duan Daxiong was very happy.
I thought I was finally through with it. My son had grown up and wanted to help me take care of the family business.
But unexpectedly, his son told him that our wine shop was too small and needed to be expanded.
His son looked at him longingly, without further explanation. Duan Daxiong knew that he had to take care of this matter by himself.
So, the day after returning from Qin Feng's banquet, he went back to Duanjiabao.
Of course, he didn't just return to Duanjiabao to expand the winery. He also had to keep an eye on the Nanpo renovation plan.
Even without staring, he was still a little worried.
To be honest, he also felt that Duan Wenjun's south slope renovation plan had some merit, especially the Sanji fish pond.
However, from the perspective of the entire plan, it is still somewhat unrealistic.
Planting so many flowers and trees on the barren slopes, apart from being fragrant when they bloom, what's the use of them?
Of course, Duan Wenjun told him that the flower forest would be of great use by then, but he didn't think so.
But looking at his son's ambitious look, he couldn't bear to defeat him, so he agreed to let him mess around.
If this tinkering fails, the thousands of acres of farmland south of Duanjiabao may be destroyed, so he wants to keep an eye on it himself so that he can remedy the situation if something goes wrong.
After all, maybe there is still a little bit of expectation in his heart.
He also wanted to try and try out his son's idea.
Although it sounds unrealistic, maybe it is successful again?
His mother, Qiuyun, just liked to tinker with new things back then...
However, just the day before yesterday, Duan Daxiong finished his work at the winery and went around the south slope, but he was completely stunned.
