"Cough, what''s the good news? When you open the door to do business, you rely on the word integrity! It''s not a trick for you to sell genuine goods at the price of fake and shoddy goods?"

    Jiang Fan said shyly.

    Qian Rushan''s mouth couldn''t help twitching. He rubbed the center of his eyebrows and said, "otherwise... Only fifty Guan? It''s the price of the second poem. As for the first one, I don''t want it anyway, so I won''t give money."

    "No! You are the son of the richest man, young master Qian. Do you mean to bargain with poor people like us? Show your rich spirit! I''m a small business and can''t stand the toss!"

    The shyness on Jiang Fan''s face disappeared in an instant and said very seriously.

    Qian Rushan has green veins on his forehead.

    Small business?! What cost do you have! Even pen, ink, paper and inkstone are provided by me!

    What''s more, writing poems and lyrics... Can it be said to be business! If this is publicized, don''t you have to become a public enemy of the scholars?!

    Qian Rushan took a deep breath. After barely suppressing the fluctuation of his mood, he gritted his teeth and said, "it''s still 200 Guan. Please ask childe Jiang to write a poem!"

    "Happy! I like businessmen like Mr. Qian! Since I have said everything I should say, but Mr. Qian still insists on making an offer, it''s not that I''m cruel, but Mr. Qian''s heroic atmosphere! Anyway, Mr. Qian, I''ll make a deal with you as a friend!"

    Jiang Fan patted Qian Rushan on the shoulder, ignored Qian Rushan''s white eyes, and picked up the brush again with a smile.

    With a brush, another poem jumped onto the paper.

    "The crow perches in the white tree in the atrium. The cold dew is silent and the sweet scented osmanthus is wet. People look at the moon tonight. I don''t know whose house Autumn Thoughts fall. Good! Good! I''ll take this one!"

    After Qian Rushan recited it once, he was very satisfied. When the voice fell, he stretched out his hand to the entourage beside him.

    The attendant immediately took out two hundred dollar bills from his arms and respectfully put them into Qian Rushan''s hands.

    Jiang Fan smiled and motioned Lin Wanqing to collect the money.

    A poem written by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, looking at the moon on the 15th night and sending it to doctor Du, is of medium quality, not good or bad, but just meets the requirements of Qian Rushan.

    But Jiang Fan also thought to himself. It seems that after returning to his world, he should often take time to read more relevant books.

    At least remember some ancient poems for a rainy day.

    Lin Wanqing took the money ticket from Qian Rushan''s hand, but the whole person was in a trance.

    So easy... Earned 200 bucks? When did it become so easy to make money?

    In the past, I used to hunt and kill those powerful beasts with my life in the mountains and forests. When I got this Heyang City, I would sell it for hundreds of Wen.

    Compared with Jiang Fan''s way of making money, it''s not worth a sun at all.

    Worthy of being a scholar

    "Young master Jiang is so talented that I don''t know if he will go to Fujiang park to see the excitement in the evening?"

    When the deal was concluded, Qian Rushan''s mood improved and asked with Jiang Fan with a smile.

    For Jiang Fan, he really had a strong curiosity, because such a person who can easily write poetry and has extremely high quality poetry must have terrible talent.

    However, he has such talent, but his reputation is not obvious, and there is no lofty and pretentious manner that literati should have.

    Qian Rushan has never seen such a person in his life.

    "Yes, but there are still some things to be done. When they are finished, they will go when the garden opens in the evening."

    Jiang Fan nodded.

    "OK, I''ll see you tonight."

    Qian Rushan clapped his fist and then personally sent Jiang Fan and Lin Wanqing to the door of the general number of Sihai bank.

    At this time, Su xiaonuan and his party had exchanged a thousand copper coins into money tickets and were waiting at the door.

    After a few greetings, Jiang Fan left with people.

    Qian Rushan stood at the door and looked at Jiang Fan''s moving figure. He couldn''t help frowning.

    After a while, he said, "find out where these people come from. How can I never hear his name? And the girl beside him, who is young but obviously has Kung Fu, is really weird..."

    "Yes, young master, I''m afraid the realm of the girl next to young master Jiang fan is not below me. Moreover, it''s not just the girl. In their group, except young master Jiang Fan, everyone is an expert! How many people have such a high realm that even I can''t make a specific judgment."

    Beside Qian Rushan, the attendant who had been silent and quiet said.

    "The level is not below you? No? You are a master of seven grades! How old is that little girl? She is only 16 or 17 years old at most. How can she reach the level of seven grades? Also, what does it mean that you can''t make a judgment? Isn''t the characteristic of the skills you cultivate lies in being able to see through the accomplishments of others?"

    Qian Rushan was shocked.

    "It''s incredible. I think it''s because the girl''s family background and her excellent talent? As for the attitude and behavior of the girl and the more than a dozen strong men followed by Mr. Jiang, they seem to be their servants. All the more than a dozen servants are experts and their strength is amazing. In this way, it also proves the girl''s family background."

    The follower leaned slightly and continued: "as for those people I can''t judge... Back to the young master, although villains have special skills, they are only people who can see through the same level or lower level. They have nothing to do with experts who are above villains. Therefore, those people... Should be strong in Grade 8 or even grade 9."

    "Poof, cough, cough..."

    This is obviously too amazing, so that Qian Rushan was directly choked by his saliva. After a violent cough, his face was full of gaping expression.

    "Nine... Nine grades?! are you kidding?! as soon as you enter the nine grades, you are no longer ordinary. Such a first-class immortal figure, you say it is among the savages just now?!"

    Qian Rushan subconsciously stretched out his hand and pointed to the direction where Jiang Fan and others left. He stared and asked unimaginably.

    "Young master, there is really no other reasonable explanation, and the momentum of those people converges in the body, almost making people feel no abnormality. I''m afraid they have reached the state of returning to nature. Only the girl doesn''t know why, the breath seems to be in an uncontrollable active state. If the villain guesses boldly, it is likely that a breakthrough is imminent."

    The entourage said with a bitter smile.

    Qian Rushan was completely stunned on the spot. After a while, he swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "don''t check their origin, so as not to bring unexpected disaster to my Qian family. But... I really don''t understand... Since there are nine strong people as domestic servants, why sell poems to me for only two hundred Guan?"