"You also have a chance..."
Cao An looked at the female prostitutes again and said calmly: "Whoever can sing better than her and be more favored by the guests...that person will be the next oiran of Wanyue Tower."
"Thank you, Mr. Sir..."
All the girls have beautiful eyes.
Some of them have beautiful voices and some have excellent dancing skills... But this is not enough, they also need a chance to show themselves!
Today, Cao An gave them a chance...
"Just one request."
Cao An stood up slowly, his eyes blazing: "Kill Du Sanniang!"
Many people's delicate bodies trembled slightly.
Fighting in the ring with Du Sanniang...just rely on them?
"What are you afraid of?"
Cao An saw the cowardice in their eyes and said coldly: "She, Du Sanniang, is a fairy in the sky, so why can't you? Those who are not good at dancing can go back and practice hard... If their voices are not good, they can also try other things. Du Sanniang can become the leader of Bianliang, why can't you?"
Fortunately, PUA in the workplace has not yet become popular in the Song Dynasty. When these female prostitutes heard this, they all showed passionate eyes.
Cao An's words undoubtedly gave them great affirmation!
Do princes and generals like Xiang Ning have the guts? What's more, it's a bunch of female prostitutes...
…
The bustling streets are crowded with people.
Bianhe Street is still bustling with activity.
There were the shouts of the porters and vendors, and there were also shop assistants standing in front of the door to solicit customers. It was so lively...
In a certain tea shop, a group of thugs were bragging.
"Have you heard? Miss Yuerong from Wanyue Tower has released a new song... I passed by yesterday and listened to it. The singing... is so intoxicating!"
"Hey, you fucking learned how to lean against the wall?"
The store burst into laughter.
The rogue was laughed at and said unconvinced: "You will know after listening to it! It is simply the sound of nature..."
Someone spat: "Hey! If the singing voice is beautiful, it must be Mrs. Du from Wanhua Tower! That is the voice of a fairy... I heard that Mrs. Du will be on stage at Yichun Tower in three days, and she will definitely be there by then. Go check it out!”
The most lively thing in the outer city these two days was Du Sanniang's stay at Yichun Tower.
It attracted a lot of lustful people and wealthy men in Bianliang City, all rushing to come here. Even the business of other shops has improved a lot because of this.
This is the so-called celebrity effect.
"The great river goes eastward, and the waves are swept away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages! To the west of the old fort, there is the way of humanity, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms, Chibi..."
The song "Red Cliff Nostalgia" was read from Popi's mouth, but it still couldn't stop the heroic spirit in it.
"Good words! Such courage..."
In the tea shop, there were several guests who looked like scholars and were chatting. After hearing this, they couldn't help but stand up and look around.
When he saw that it was a rogue, the man frowned and then said, "Keep reading, what about the next one?"
The rogue was stared at by several scholars, and for a moment he showed some timidity: "So... so-and-so also eavesdropped. I can't remember the rest."
The scholar hurriedly asked: "Who did it?"
"The head courtesan of Wanyue Tower—Jian Yuerong, Lady Jian."
There was unconcealed appreciation on the scholar's face: "But that Lady Jian who wrote the "Preface to Orchid Pavilion"?"
"Exactly!"
The scholar shook his head in admiration: "Talented woman, this is a talented woman! I'm afraid I won't be able to write such magnificent words in my lifetime..."
Outside the door, Cao An smiled as he passed by.
Just kidding, these are Boss Su’s words. Can you write one and let me take a look?
The scholar turned around in a circle and hurriedly ran out: "Is Wanyue Tower open? I'm going to visit Lady Jian in person!"
"Hey, hey, hey...it's only noon!"
The rogue shouted behind him, but it couldn't stop the scholar from thirsting for talent, and he disappeared in a flash.
…
The situation in this tea shop is happening in various places in the outer city.
The poem "Red Cliff Nostalgia" not only aroused the interest of people in the outer city, but also the so-called romantic talents in the inner city.
Whether the words are good or not, anyone who is literate will know.
Although classmate Xiao Su has not yet come into the world, his poems have already shocked Bianliang!
For a time, the front door of Wanyue Tower was crowded with people.
"Open the door, we want to see Mrs. Jian!"
"If you don't open the door, it will be smashed!"
"Can't you open it?"
Upstairs, Cao An and Zhao Yunsheng looked at each other.
He shook his head, smiled, and said disdainfully: "How the hell do you call this a scholar? Is this the quality?"
Zhao Yunsheng recited two sentences softly, then shook his head with a wry smile: "The stormy waves crashed on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow... The country is so picturesque, so many heroes at one time!... Such masterpieces are enough to be remembered for centuries! It is said that it is them, then It’s someone… I want to meet this Lady Jane!”
"Go ahead and turn left on the third floor."
Cao An smiled.
Zhao Yunsheng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Stop coaxing someone...who composed this poem?"
Cao An's face was indifferent, he blinked and said with a smile: "Jian Yuerong, aren't you shouting outside... Listen, these people must have eaten too much at noon."
Most people in the Song Dynasty had two meals a day, and few had lunch at noon.
Therefore, there are many tile houses selling cakes and fruit tea in Bianliang City, so that people can occasionally fill their stomachs when they are hungry in the afternoon.
Those people in the later generations kept nagging me all day long, saying that 'afternoon tea' was invented by foreigners... They should really be allowed to come and take a look.
"You... you really don't have any shame!"
Zhao Yunsheng shook his head helplessly and cursed: "Such a masterpiece can be given to anyone at will, and... she is also a brothel prostitute! If Mr. Cao is still alive, let's see if he can beat you to death!"
The reputation of a scholar is paramount, and his works are more important than his life.
This is the golden nugget for them to become official officials!
But Cao An seemed to abandon it like worn out shoes. He gave such amazing poems to others casually and looked complacent, as if he had just watched a joke.
"Others laugh at me for being too crazy. I laugh at others because they can't see through... You don't understand a certain state!"
Cao An pretended to be a batch fluently, looking like a master.
Zhao Yunsheng suddenly became angry and pretended to laugh: "I don't care what you think. Anyway, with this poem, Jian Yuerong will definitely be famous in Bianliang! I just count money at home and don't care what you do!"
"That's right."
Cao An smiled indifferently: "Those false names and reputations are of no use! It's better to have a meat pie to save money... If you are really capable, God won't bear you to be dusted! If it's just an illusion... I will give you a bright future, I still can’t control it!”
Zhao Yunsheng was stunned for a moment, and the doubt in his eyes gradually turned into admiration.
Although these words are crude, they contain the truth.
With a solemn expression on his face, he stood up and bowed to Cao An: "Brother Cao said something, and brother Yu was enlightened... I have been taught!"
"Don't..."
Cao An held him up with one hand and said with a smile: "I was just joking. If today's poem really wasn't written by me... would you still find it shocking?"
"yes……"
Zhao Yunsheng was stunned for a while and was taught again.
What words are said and what effect they have depends on who is speaking.
If the person standing here at this moment was an ordinary scholar, Zhao Yunsheng would probably not only not admire him, but would scold him for being insincere, hypocritical, and arrogant.
