"The white jade capital in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor!"
"The Immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to achieve immortality!"
"..."
Chen Wentai, Liu Yuping and others watched Wang Mo write, and in their hearts, they also recited what Wang Mo had written.
At the same time, they were also a little shocked. In these short verses, they felt a wave of artistic conception coming to their faces.
Wang Mo saw the shock of these people with his peripheral vision and sneered in his heart.
This is a poem written by a poet!
Soon, Wang Mo changed another piece of paper.
"Is this the end?"
Chen Wentai looked a little unfinished and asked quickly.
He was fascinated by this poem that started with Bai Yujing in the sky, even a little fascinated and imaginative.
Wang Mo did not answer, but continued writing.
"Even the chickens are not allowed to enter, and the horses are empty and barren."
"An Deyi is good at shooting, and one arrow falls on his head."
As Wang Mo's pen tip lifted.
He said calmly: "Okay, it's over!"
His voice woke up everyone present!
Then the whole place fell into silence.
Even Liu Yuping murmured to herself: "How did Wang Mo grow his brain? I really want to dig it out and see!"
"Isn't he a gambler? Why can he write such good literary talent? Why!"
Wang Mo: "..."
Although Liu Yiyi on the side looked a little ignorant, she was able to observe the words and expressions. When she saw Chen Wentai, the most well-read poet in the room, they all looked shocked and even a little dull.
It made her feel a little more confident and proud.
Look, this is my husband!
Wang Mo looked at Chen Wentai and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, continue? I'm really embarrassed to win your money like this!"
Chen Wentai came back to his senses, then took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Go on, I really want to see what the real Brother Wang is like. If you can write such a poem, I don't believe in your true nature." A gambler!"
Even when he said this, his eyes were full of heat, making Wang Mo feel uncomfortable.
But Wang Mo bit the bullet and said calmly: "Brother Chen, you also know that writing poetry requires artistic conception, and it also requires brainpower and is very energy-consuming, so..."
Chen Wentai was a little confused. Others also looked at Wang Mo, wondering why he said this!
"So what?"
Zhao Dahai couldn't help but ask.
Wang Mo turned his head and said calmly: "I need more money!"
Everyone: "..."
Chen Wentai said solemnly: "If Brother Wang can write a better article than this one, I will increase the money, three hundred taels of silver per article!"
Everyone was shocked.
I knew that Chen Wentai liked poetry and books very much, but I didn't expect that he would be so crazy about it?
Wang Mo also took a deep look at Chen Wentai, but he did not think about Chen Wentai's intention. Instead, he smiled lightly and said: "Then, I would like to thank Brother Chen for his kindness!"
Say it.
Wang Mo continued to write.
Chen Wentai hurriedly watched attentively!
And the next poems written by Wang Mo are more exciting than the last.
I don't know when, Wang Mo kept writing three poems in a row.
Seeing this, Chen Wentai's heart was filled with waves, and he even gritted his teeth. Why couldn't he write such a poem?
Wang Mo stopped writing, looked at Chen Wentai, and said slowly: "Brother Chen, it's time to settle the bill. I will only charge you one hundred taels for the first poem, but for each subsequent poem, I will charge you three hundred taels for a total of one thousand taels." , if Brother Chen is willing to give me two thousand taels, I am willing to give Brother Chen two poems for free!"
After hearing Wang Mo's words, almost everyone was shocked.
Is this Wang Mo crazy?
Do you really think that silver is not money?
The lion kept shouting loudly, and now it has reached two thousand taels!
this……
Even Liu Yiyi felt that her husband was a little too much.
When Wang Mo saw Chen Wentai's expression was particularly exciting, he also smiled, understanding the other party's dilemma.
After all, although the Chen family in Tianqing City is the top wealthy family in Tianqing City and has hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, they still can't stand his spending!
Moreover, Chen Wentai is not the head of the Chen family yet, he is just a young master!
Even though I was favored, I couldn't squander all this thousand taels of silver!
But Wang Mo had an idea in his mind. He needed two thousand taels to do something big!
Therefore, Wang Mo whispered in Chen Wentai's ear: "Brother Chen, the two poems I am going to give you next are the continuation of what I wrote in Yun Lanxuan!"
As Wang Mo finished speaking, Chen Wentai's expression suddenly changed drastically and his spirit was shaken.
At this time, Zhao Dahai sneered: "Wang Mo, you are really crazy about money. Could Mr. Chen really be so stupid as to give you these two thousand taels of silver?"
However, his words had not yet finished.
Chen Wentai was very excited and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll give you two thousand taels!"
Everyone: "..."
Zhao Dahai's face froze for an instant, and he looked at Chen Wentai in disbelief. Then he came back to his senses and said a little anxiously: "Mr. Chen, that's two thousand taels!"
Chen Wentai was a little impatient. He waved his hand and said impatiently: "Zhao Dahai, are you teaching me how to do things?"
"go away!"
Zhao Dahai: "..."
When everyone saw this, they all felt that Chen Wentai was a little crazy. This was two thousand taels!
Liu Yuping stood beside Liu Yiyi, her plump chest rising and falling slightly, no one knew what she was thinking.
But at this moment, Chen Wentai's eyes were blazing and he said eagerly: "Brother Wang, please put pen to paper!"
Wang Mo smiled slightly, and then continued to write.
Everyone immediately looked attentively and a little curiously.
What kind of poem Wang Mo wanted to write actually made Chen Wentai, who was hesitant, make a sudden decision and make such a choice!
"The dew on a branch is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain."
"May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like her? I pity Feiyan Yi Xinzhuang."
"..."
"The two famous flowers are in love with each other, and the king will look at them with a smile."
"Explain the endless hatred of the spring breeze, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the langan in the north."
Wang Mo wrote very quickly, and he also wrote the last two poems of Qing Ping Tiao in his previous life.
Well, I am advertising Shixian and spreading the popularity of his poems!
Those two thousand taels are considered my channel fees!
Wang Mo thought like this and felt that his guilt was lessened.
Chen Wentai suppressed his trembling hands and carefully held the other two poems of "Qingping Diao" in his hands, looking at them carefully, not wanting to miss any word.
He even chanted it uncontrollably.
After he finished reading these two verses.
Wang Mo smiled and said: "Brother Chen, it's time to settle the bill!"
Chen Wentai came to his senses and quickly took out two banknotes from his sleeves, each with a denomination of one thousand taels!
Wang Mo showed a stronger smile, thanked him, and planned to leave.
At this moment, Chen Wentai said quickly: "Brother Wang, please stay!"
"Brother Chen, what else can you do?"
Hearing this, Chen Wentai hesitated and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang is a man of great talent, why not go to a higher level and work for someone?"
