As King Wu''s son announced the beginning of the poetry meeting, a group of so-called talents scrambled to recite poetry and write words.

    Of course, there are more poets and fewer lyricists.

    After all, CI is more than poetry. Many people believe that CI is a reduced form of expression based on poetry. Compared with poetry, the style of CI will be slightly lower.

    For the literati who like face, the of words is relatively unpopular, which can be understood.

    It''s just that the poems and works of these talented people in the field are really inadequate to Jiang Fan.

    Compared with the Tang and Song poems in his own world, it''s like a dimensional barrier. It''s not a bit worse.

    Most of the works are pure moaning without illness. Many even use some specious words in order to forcibly pursue the symmetry of flat tone tone.

    It sounds pleasant, but if you study it carefully, you will find... What the hell is written here?!

    Therefore, as they grew up, more and more talented people recited their works, and the faces of the old masters in the chief became more and more melancholy.

    The key is that after reciting their works, these talents will all turn around to see the response of the cloud everyone at the first time. Obviously, they just want to show their face in front of the cloud everyone.

    In this way, several old men blew their beard and stared angrily.

    Jiang Fan was bored, so he simply pulled the same boring money Rushan and talked about specific cooperation details.

    On the premise that the share proportion has reached a tacit understanding, the remaining details are actually not important.

    It''s just that after all, it''s business cooperation. We should consider each other as much as possible.

    So soon, Jiang Fan and Qian Rushan were red in the face, and the appearance of haggling over every penny made Lin Wanqing on one side couldn''t help covering his face with his hands again.

    After a full half hour of discussion, basically at the end, almost all the details have been discussed, leaving only the question of who will pay for the final brewing equipment.

    As a result, as soon as he heard Qian Rushan''s statement, it meant that the money for utensils belonged to the cost of brewing and had to be paid by Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan immediately quit.

    "What?! do you think I''m stupid? I''m so proud to talk to you about this. You still want me to pay for it? It''s just some utensils. How many big boys can you have? Do you want to take advantage of this cheap money? Don''t you want to be ashamed!"

    Jiang Fan''s eyes stared, and just now there had been singing and dancing around his ears. He was afraid that Qian Rushan could not hear clearly, so his voice became louder.

    As a result, the scene suddenly became quiet, so that these words immediately spread.

    It was just at the end of a song and dance break that someone just got up and recited a work he was very proud of. Before several masters commented, Jiang Fan''s words suddenly sounded.

    It''s really not polite.

    Jiang Fan also noticed the problem at the first time when he finished speaking.

    Subconsciously turned around and looked around. At this time, everyone''s eyes suddenly focused on him.

    An embarrassed look appeared on his face, and he hugged and said, "well... Sorry, it''s not intentional. You go on, go on."

    Lu Zhaoling felt that he was going to be mad.

    He just got up and read a poem that he thought was very good. Even the expressionless cloud people were obviously moved after listening to the poem.

    This is not in vain. He gave up his face and asked for this poem from Dong Fangshu.

    Who knows, I was thinking of taking the opportunity of this poem to show my face in front of everyone Yun and the prince of Wu, but I was interrupted by Jiang Fan!

    What? Hundreds of incense sticks go up and down?!

    Lu Zhaoling felt that Jiang Fan must have deliberately made such a rude and unbearable remark on such an elegant occasion!

    It''s the thing that lost a hundred passes before mocking him!

    It''s too much! It''s tolerable, who can''t bear it!

    Lu Zhaoling thought of this and said angrily, "do you have any opinion on my poem? If so, you might as well say it directly and let everyone judge it together. How about it?"

    "Ah? Poetry? What poetry?"

    Jiang Fan looked blankly.

    Just now, he has been bargaining with Qian Rushan. He doesn''t have time to listen to those great works without illness.

    But in Lu Zhaoling''s view, it was pretending and sneering. Immediately, he said in a loud voice, "you are always like a guest in all directions. He Du''s hometown must be home. You can see falling flowers everywhere every year."

    "Good!"

    As soon as Lu Zhaoling''s voice fell, Jiang Fan shouted loudly and clapped hard at the same time.

    Such a response made many people''s expressions wonderful.

    Even the cloud people who had been very calm couldn''t help chuckling.

    Lu Zhaoling''s face was instantly black and became the bottom of the pot. Looking at Jiang Fan, it seemed as if he was going to kill.

    I''m not a showman! What''s your name! I''m so angry!

    "Brother, how about this poem?"

    Lu Zhaoling asked, gnashing his teeth.

    "Very good."

    Jiang Fan still nods in a daze.

    This is true, because although the whole poem still has many defects, it is at least superior compared with the poems of those talented people at the beginning.

    Unexpectedly, Lu Zhaoling still has some talents.

    "Just good?"

    Lu Zhaoling asked.

    "Well... Otherwise? Do you want me to boast a flower of this poem? That''s not good! Mr. Lu, although you and I know each other, I am a person with principles and bottom line. I can''t speak against my conscience!"

    Jiang Fan said angrily.

    Lin Wanqing couldn''t help rolling her eyes.

    You still have principles? When negotiating with Qian Rushan just now, in order to get more benefits, you almost said that the Lin family was a beggar''s nest, right?

    Lu Zhaoling could not help but scold in his heart.

    Who the fuck told you this! Are you deliberately messing around?!

    After taking a deep breath, other people at the scene looked at themselves more and more strangely. Lu Zhaoling could only gnash his teeth and continue: "since you think this poem is just ''very good'', I don''t know if you can make a poem more than ''very good'', which will also open our eyes!"

    Although the other party really made a good work of writing people outside the park, Lu Zhaoling never believed that it was a live creation.

    Not to mention anything else, I just said that if the other party really has such talent, how can it not be famous?

    So Lu Zhaoling would rather believe that either the poems prepared in advance or... He doesn''t know where the other party copied them!

    It''s amazing that one or two poems of that level can exist. Lu Zhaoling doesn''t think Jiang fan can continue to copy them!

    As long as Jiang fan can''t make it, he can enter er''s previous poems. There must be a problem!

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