Xie Fu smiled.
Tantai Wenwang said softly: "Thank you, Fu, I have wronged you. I, the noble son of Tantai Mansion, actually want you to make money."
Xie Fu laughed loudly: "Why do we have to pay so much attention to each other?"
Tantai Wenwang said loudly: "Yes! We don't care about each other. My family is your family, my sister is your sister, and my wife is your wife!"
Tantai Wenwang did not hesitate and said it directly this time.
Xie Fu waved his hand quickly, "I won't share this with you."
Tantai Wenwang laughed.
…
The next day, Xie Fu went to Benma Club according to the address Tantai Wenwang said. In order to avoid being too high-profile, Xie Fu changed into Hu Diquan's clothes.
After all, he was going to write poems and essays for those young men, and compete in the ring. He was dressed more gorgeously than those young men, which was a bit unjustifiable.
To be honest, Tantai Heqing was not stingy with these pretty boys. Their clothes were made of silk and satin, their food was not bad, and they had a big yard to live in.
As long as you don't provoke Tantai Heqing, you really don't have to worry about food and clothing.
Thinking of Tantai Heqing, Xie Fu couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. She was such a dignified and pure lady, but she had to suffer such a stigma.
If she didn't have to support the Tantai family by herself, she would probably be married by now.
Xie Fu thought of her cough again and didn't know if her cough was better.
Xie Fu walked slowly along the way and felt the cultural atmosphere of Suzhou.
The streets were already busy with people coming and going, most of them were traders and pawns who were busy making a living and serving the upper-class nobles.
Soon we arrived at the door of Benma Club.
The gate of Benma Society is a two-story building, like a restaurant, and it occupies a larger area than an ordinary restaurant.
When Fu Xie stepped into Benma Club, the hall was bustling with people, a bit like a restaurant and a bit like a vegetable market.
There was a large white-painted banner in the middle, surrounded by many people.
Xie Fu came here for the first time and squeezed in out of curiosity.
I saw a list of lists written in black charcoal on the list, arranged from top to bottom according to the level of remuneration, one hundred coins, eighty coins, seventy coins...
Xie Fu took a quick look and found that the first two items on the list were for recruiting people to fight.
This is rare, there are errands and people who help people fight, but the reward of one hundred cents is not low.
Based on the calculation that a shop assistant earns 400 cents per month, a fight can be worth seven or eight days' wages.
Listening to the conversation of the people next to him, Xie Fu thought that Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu were recruiting people to have a fight outside in order to compete for Chen Douzhi's post.
Xie Fu can't do this fight. Even if he can do it, fifty fights won't be enough to get him to visit a brothel in Tantai Wenwang.
He still does what he is good at, writing poems and essays for others, playing in the brothel arena and so on.
Xie Fu turned around and left the crowded white-painted palace, when an elegant young man walked in from the door.
Xie Fu actually knew him, but it was Mr. Du, Du Ruquan.
Du Ruquan's name was told to him by Tantai Wenwang. After all, he had met him two or three times, and Xie Fu smiled as a greeting.
Du Ruquan was obviously surprised when he saw Fu Xie. He glanced at Fu Xie, who was dressed in simple clothes, and finally looked at Fu Xie's face for a closer look, and then he was sure that he had not mistakenly recognized the person.
Du Ruquan suddenly smiled.
Fu Xie saw Du Ruquan smiling and was about to step forward to say hello.
At this time, a middle-aged man who was dressed in a relatively polite manner walked up to Du Ruquan first and said with a smile: "Master Du, you are here."
"Um……"
Du Ruquan responded lightly, glanced at Fu Xie arrogantly, and went directly to the second floor.
Xie Fu was confused. Is this Du Ruquan also a member of the Benma Club?
Xie Fu walked towards the middle-aged man who greeted Du Ruquan just now, "Uncle, who was that young master just now?"
The middle-aged man responded: "Master Du Ruquan, the golden leg of Benma Society."
"Oh, it's still golden legs."
In order to distinguish ability levels, Benma Club followed the Gu family's servant hierarchy and divided errand runners into three grades, from low to high, namely bronze legs, silver legs, and gold legs.
Golden Legs are naturally the highest level of status and ability.
The middle-aged man looked at the plainly dressed Xie Fu and asked, "Are you looking for work?"
Xie Fu nodded.
The middle-aged man said: "My surname is Meng. I am the manager on the first floor. If you want to find a job, come and register first."
Manager Meng said as he led Mr. Return to Benma Club."
It is understandable that a certain percentage of the remuneration will be deducted. After all, such a large Benma Club cannot work in vain, but Fu Xie did not bring any money today.
"I didn't bring any money today."
"Then you can come back with the money."
At this time, a young woman dressed in plain clothes walked in and went directly to the cabinet. "My mother-in-law has recently lost her life. I would like to ask a gentleman to write an elegiac couplet."
Manager Meng said: "I would like to ask Mr. to write an elegiac couplet, with a minimum of two hundred words."
The young woman was obviously shocked, "So much money?"
Manager Meng said calmly: "Then how much money have you prepared?"
The young woman said weakly: "I only have ten cents."
Manager Meng couldn't help but smile, "Are you kidding me? I want you to write a couplet for you for ten cents. You can go to the bronze list and take a look. It costs twenty cents to send a letter to someone."
The young woman said weakly: "Then..."
Manager Meng said: "I can't help you without money."
In this world, books are expensive and paper is expensive, and those who can read and write are indeed very few. For example, ordinary people cannot recognize a scholar. Every time a family needs to write a couplet, they need to hire someone to write it for them.
However, two hundred words to write an elegiac couplet was a bit too much, so Xie Fu said, "My lady, let me write it for you."
Hearing this, the young woman turned to look at Xie Fu, "You?"
"Yes, I will help my wife write this elegiac couplet."
The young woman saw that although Fu Xie was dressed in coarse clothes, she felt that he was a little different, a little gentlemanly, and asked weakly: "Can you do it?"
"Can."
Manager Meng laughed and said, "You are just a businessman who wants to earn this kind of money, so you should run errands and do some menial work for others."
The young woman was unfolding the cloth and was about to take out the wordless couplets. When she heard what Manager Meng said, she hesitated again.
On the contrary, he said politely to Xie Fu: "Sir, I bought this white couplet for thirty yuan. Don't make it bad."
How could Mr. Xie fail to hear the woman's euphemistic excuse? He laughed and said, "If the writing is bad, I will compensate you."
At this point, the young woman had no reason to refuse and handed over the wordless white couplet.
"Manager Meng, please lend me some pen and ink at the counter."
Xie Fu said, hanging the wordless white couplet casually on the cabinet.
The businessmen who were gathered in front of the copper list heard that someone was about to write in the hall, and they all gathered around to watch the excitement.
It is not unusual for Mr. Gongzi to write, but this is the first time he has seen this businessman write.
Not all of them are joking, there are also those who are curious and looking forward to it.
Xie Fu shook his sleeves, revealing his hands wrapped in white cloth. I can no longer see my fingers at all.
Everyone was stunned, this is a joke.
