Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 72
The young woman was even more nervous, "Sir, forget it."

"If the writing is broken, I will pay you. So many witnesses, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing that Xie Fu dipped the pen in his mouth and pressed the nib of the pen on the paper, all the marketers secretly marveled. It was the first time for them to see other people writing with their mouths, which made them even more curious.

After all, the ordinary people in the market have limited horizons. In their eyes, there is only a difference between being able to write and not being able to write.

The one who watched it most seriously was Manager Meng. After all, he had been in contact with the talents of the Benma Club all year round, and he also knew how to read and write. The moment Xie Fu wrote the pen, he had the feeling that "an expert will know if there is something".

Even though he was writing with his mouth, his calmness and calmness immediately gave him something more respectable.

Silently, Xie Fu put down his pen, bowed his body slightly and blew on the paper, exhaling——

Read it casually: "The butterfly turns into a dream of passing away, and the cry of the crane makes the sound of walking."

This elegance escapes with the chanting, and all the marketers can't help but praise: "Good."

Xie Fu asked: "My lady, how do you look?"

The young woman looked at the white couplet that had already been written, and the eyes of all the marketers Baiding also moved to the elegiac couplet.

Most of them are illiterate, but their writing is like a person's appearance, whether they are beautiful or not, they can be distinguished at a glance.

The young woman said happily, "Thank you sir."

Xie Fu took over the ten cash reward, "Thank you, lady."

The young women happily left with the couplets.

——Ah, why is it only ten cash, which is lower than sending a letter.

——Too low, what's going on?

——As far as I know, Mr. Lu writes for others. The small characters are thirty characters per character, and the signboard is one character per two.

——I think the handwriting written by the young man just now is not bad, why is it so cheap.

Finally someone couldn't help asking: "My lord, did you come here on purpose to smash the signboard of the Benma Club?"

Xie Fu replied: "I've been a little tight lately. I heard that the Benma Club helps people write poems and essays. I'm here to try my luck."

——Heh, it turned out to be a son, why did he dress so low-key, and made a big oolong.

——My lord, you have been cheated. The elegiac couplet you wrote just now needs at least two hundred characters to start.

Xie Fu really didn't dare to accept two hundred coins, but he felt at ease accepting ten coins.

Meng Guanshi said loudly: "What kind of eyes do you all have? You are just a young master. Do you think you are as rough as you? Okay, let's go, what are you doing here?"

The crowd dispersed, and Meng Guanshi put on a smiling face, "My lord, sit down here and talk."

Guanshi Meng is very sure that Xie Fu is a literary talent, and the Benma club will soon add another general, so don't let the competitor Feiyue club snatch such a talent.

The daily income of the Benma Club, these literati can account for a large part of their business, and the more famous they are, the more they will come to visit.

Many sons of rich families came to the Ben Ma Club just because of their golden legs, Huang Shaonan.

Meng Guanshi vaguely felt that this young master was more powerful than golden-legged Huang Shaonan.

It's just a feeling, but I can't tell where it is so powerful.

Steward Meng asked Xie Fu to sit down and offered him a bowl of tea, which was very courteous.

"Young master just wrote with his mouth, and it is more beautiful than other people's handwriting. It's really a miracle."

"It's ridiculous."

"What's your name, son?"

"Thank you, Fu."

"Mr. Xie, just now I don't see Mount Tai, please don't take it wrong."

"You're welcome. I didn't bring any money today. I'll come back tomorrow."

Guan Shi Meng hurriedly said: "No need, no need, for a talent like Young Master, the Benma Club is very thirsty for talent, and they can't find it."

"is it okay?"

"Of course! I can complete the registration procedures for the young master now, but there is something I need to discuss with the young master first."

"Please say."

"That's right, the identity of the golden leg is determined by our boss, how about I arrange a silver leg identity for the young master?"

Xie Fu asked: "Can silver legs help people write poems and play in brothel rings?"

Meng Guanshi replied: "Yes, but those young masters have higher requirements, and they generally choose Mr. Huang as their first choice."

Xie Fu smiled lightly, "Then it doesn't matter."

Meng Guanshi heard the words and looked at Xie Fu Yundan's light-hearted appearance. There was always an indescribable unfathomable inscrutability. No matter what, let's take down this general first.

"Master Xie, then I will handle it for you now, please wait a moment."

After a while, Manager Meng handed Xie Fu a silver medal, "Mr. Xie, you are welcome to become a member of the Benma Club."

Xie Fu weighed the silver medal, the weight was wrong, but it was only painted silver on the surface.

Meng Guanshi felt that Xie Fu was going to sell it, so he hurriedly said: "Mr. Xie, this silver medal is only painted silver on the surface, and it can't be exchanged for much. Don't sell it."

"Also, every time the young master remunerates, the Benma Club will take one-tenth of it as a commission..."

Manager Meng was telling Fu Xie some rules.

This is a person who came downstairs from the second floor, yelling and cursing: "What kind of bullshit Ben Ma Club is this? Doesn't it even have any useful people?"

The one who scolded was a young gentleman, dressed in silk and satin.

Xie Fu looked a little familiar, and quickly remembered that he and Tantaiwen had met each other when they first visited Qinlou.

The surname seems to be Wu, and the name seems to be Wu Jie.

This Wu Jie is a big customer of the Benma club. Manager Meng immediately put down Xie Fu and stepped forward to accompany him with a smiling face.

"Mr. Tantai, don't be angry, or you can go upstairs again and let Director Jiang look for you."

Wu Jie said angrily: "Looking for a fart, except for Huang Shaonan, the rest of you here are nothing. It’s okay to fill the scene, but if it’s useful, I want Huang Shaonan, and here he can compose poems.”

It's funny to say, last time Wu Jie spent a lot of effort to get Chen Duzhi's post, and invited people from Nengchao Poetry Club.

At first, I thought that I had the chance to win, but who knew that I only got No.3 in the end, and Mr. Cheng from the Poetry Club would be ashamed to go again.

Wu Jie had no choice but to turn around and look for Huang Shaonan, but Zhao Yuanfei got there first.

It would be fine if Huang Shaonan was hired by someone else, but Wu Jie and Zhao Yuanfei have always been at odds with each other, so he would be furious.

Meng Guanshi said: "But Mr. Huang has been hired by Mr. Zhao."

Wu Jie put down his harsh words and said, "I want Huang Shaonan, otherwise don't expect me to patronize the Benma club in the future."

This matter really put Meng Guan in a difficult situation. Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu are both big customers of the Benma club, and no one can be offended. He suddenly looked back at Xie Fu, and seemed to have an idea.

Manager Meng comforted Wu Jie: "Mr. Wu, there are a lot of people talking here, so let's go to the second floor wing room to discuss in detail."

Wu Jie thought that Manager Meng was discussing some way to let Huang Shaonan to him, so he followed him upstairs.

The copper legs began to whisper to each other.

——Recently Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu have had a very fierce fight, and they have a fight and a brothel fight.

——You have no information, these two sons are fighting for a post from Chen Duzhi.

Xie Fu interjected: "What kind of posts are you fighting for?"

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