Full of confusion, Zheng Donglin carried two barrels of wine up to the fourth floor.
When Ning Wuyan was still hesitating whether to sing along for the fourth time, he saw Zheng Donglin coming upstairs from the corner of his eye, looking around curiously.
He also looked around and saw that everyone's attention was not focused on him. Many people even closed their eyes and sang along. His eyes fell on those few people who were still staring at him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Just stare.
I will destroy you right under your noses.
"Miss Shen, Miss Ji, the wine is here. I'll go make arrangements first. Please play it a few more times so that they can enjoy themselves."
There are not many words in the poem "About to Enter the Wine".
But good poetry and music don’t rely on the number of words to win. They can also create an effect that makes people repeat the song all day long.
Although Shen Youchu and Ji Jin's songs are peaceful, it is because of this that they are even more enjoyable to listen to.
When Shen Youchu and Ji Jin heard what he said, they nodded to indicate that they could continue.
They were also emotionally aroused by the chorus in front of them. They couldn't extricate themselves from the scene and naturally wanted to enjoy it with everyone.
While everyone was not paying attention but the craftsmen were paying attention, Ning Wuyan walked up to Zheng Donglin with his waist down.
"Mr. Ning, I..."
"Turn your back and speak."
Ning Wuyang was afraid that there would be someone who could read lips among the craftsmen, so he faced the curtains with his back to the stairs.
Zheng Donglin saw his move, and after reacting, his heart trembled.
Perhaps because the Baichuan Society was on the right track, he had adapted to his status as an ordinary manager. He actually forgot that Mr. Ning was competing against that cunning craftsman this time. He might lose his life in the confrontation if he held contempt for it!
Fortunately, Mr. Ning was well-informed, so he did not make any mistakes.
"Mr. Ning, I heard from Guard Jiang Yang that nearly a hundred people have been arranged near the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, waiting for Mr.'s dispatch at any time."
"Okay, you tell them that this operation is very dangerous, but it is also not for them to work in vain. After getting the money recovered, the victims will definitely take out a certain share as reward."
Jinling businessmen know how to behave.
In addition to recovering the loss, the more important thing is to recover the face of being deceived, so naturally you will not be stingy with the remuneration.
And the people of Baichuan Society have always been paid to do things. He can't use the people of Baichuan Society to risk their lives to do things in vain without giving some benefits to encourage people.
"Everyone has a responsibility to eliminate Japanese pirates. Even if there is no reward, the brothers who came with me today will do their best to eliminate Japanese pirates!"
Facing Zheng Donglin's statement, Ning Wushu gave a thumbs up and praised him.
"good!"
"It's just that these two barrels of wine are too little. It's not enough for the guests on the four floors. You go back and ask a few more people to bring more barrels of wine. I'll wait here. When you come, go through the back door and move more gently. , so as not to disturb the guests’ enjoyment.”
Ning Wuchang said this in a neither loud nor soft voice, without any intention of hiding anything.
Liguo Xizuo, who had already stood at the stairs on the third floor, carefully watched Ning Wuyan's every move. Seeing that he was behaving differently, he thought something big had happened.
But when I saw Ning Wuyan walking up to the "Ning family boy", taking the wine barrel, opening the lid and smelling it, although I couldn't hear a few simple words exchanged between the two, I saw Ning Wuyan's actions and listened again. The arrangement at the end showed that Ning Wuyan was just there to get some wine.
The reason why his movements looked cautious and like a thief was just because he was afraid of disturbing everyone's chorus, and his original intention of reporting was gone.
Instead, he continued to sing along with everyone's chorus.
Regardless of the different national positions, the Beidi people and the Japanese people present felt that this song "Will Enter the Wine" is indeed worthy of being widely recited.
Especially the Beidi people, in this chorus, once again felt the influence of Ning Wuhuang on the Daxing literary world, and knew that although their efforts may be in vain, they must continue.
Otherwise, it is very likely that the Western Region Alliance's many years of preparation efforts will be destroyed in Ning Wuyan's hands!
At the stairs leading to the kitchen, Ning Wuyan watched Zheng Donglin leave empty-handed, then handed two barrels of wine to Qiuniang and asked her to distribute them to each floor.
"Let's use these wines to win a prize. Whoever can compose a poem about wine in public will get a big bowl. What do you think, Qiuniang?"
"Ning Shixian can just make the decision."
Qiuniang's arrangement for Ning Wushuang was mainly based on her sincerity.
But she also keenly sensed that Zheng Donglin was not a servant of the Ning family.
Fortunately, no matter what Ning Wuyan did tonight, he was not doing it for the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. On the contrary, he was still maintaining the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and promoting business for her to promote Miss Xirou's reputation. Naturally, she was very cooperative.
After giving orders to Qiuniang, Ning Wuyan took a rest for a while. When everyone sang the single in a loop for the tenth time, his voice was weak and his throat was about to dry up. He stood in front of the four-story performance platform and raised his hands to signal everyone. Stop.
He also made it known to the public that he had brought two barrels of wine from Ning Mansion and set up a lottery ticket.
"Everyone, the drinks in the Ning family are also limited. If you want to drink, you can only drink according to your ability. If you can't drink, don't panic. If you can't write a poem, write an absolute or perform a martial arts that is not passed down in public to open everyone's eyes. You can drink this wine. I have sent my boys to get it. If it is not enough, I will go to the wine shop to buy it. I will make sure there is enough."
If conditions permit, it will arouse everyone's desire to compete.
For a time, students and guests from all floors went to the table where Qiuniang had arranged the wine, each showing off their skills.
Ning Wuyan took advantage of this opportunity and came to Ning Wuyi and Xirou.
"Third brother, Miss Xirou, how are you cooperating? Are you sure you can sing this new poem?"
Ning Wuyu and Miss Xirou looked at each other.
After Miss Xirou nodded first, Ning Wuyi nodded in agreement.
And both of them looked impatient.
"Fifth brother, do you want to wait until they finish composing the poem before we play and sing?"
"In that case, you may wait until you can't speak anymore, so you can just sing. If you can't hear it clearly at the first try, wouldn't you be able to hear it clearly if you sing it slowly a few times?"
Anyway, neither Third Brother nor Miss Xirou was like many pure scholars present who could not lift their hands or carry their shoulders. They could not continue singing after ten times.
According to the physical strength of the two of them, it doesn't matter if they sing all night.
After receiving Ning Wuyan's reply, Ning Wuyi and Xirou looked at each other, and then he gestured in the direction of the high platform.
"Miss Xirou, please."
At this time, Xirou realized that Ning Wuyu was not a piece of wood who was indifferent to amorous feelings and only cared about cleaning knives. He was just focused on his fifth brother.
But when she thought of the new poem written by Ning Shixian, her eyes shone brightly.
If she had such a brother, she would risk her life to protect him as a top priority. She could understand Ning Wuyu's thoughts.
"Please, Third Young Master Ning."
The sound of guzheng and flute stopped abruptly when the two reached the high platform.
When the guests on each floor heard the sound, they were stunned for a moment, and there was a moment of silence in the hall.
Everyone guessed that they might be playing and singing a new poem, but they had just played "The Wine Will Come" ten times. Even if they still remembered Ning Shixian's allusion of "Xinling Lord stole the talisman to save Zhao", they still felt that The new poem is probably no more suitable to accompany wine than "The Wine Will Enter".
So everyone's attention was refocused on fighting for peace wine.
until.
The melodious and thick sound of the waist drum came out, followed closely by Ning Wuyi's low voice.
"The tassels of Zhao Ke's man and Hu Ying, the frost and snow of Wu Gou are bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star. Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name."
