Need for money

Entering the hall, Lin Jingzhi looked at Wang Meng as he walked. This was the first time he saw this person after he traveled to this world. Wang Meng looked to be in his 40s, with a long and thin face, slightly dark skin, and a three-inch growth on his chin. His long beard looks like a black-faced goat from a distance.

Today, this person is wearing an official robe, expressionless, upright, quite majestic. The chest and sleeves of the official robe are embroidered with colorful patterns, which looks extremely luxurious.

Under his feet are a pair of black and red official boots. His legs are slightly apart, with his toes facing outwards and his heels facing inwards, standing in a figure-of-sight gait.

If he hadn't known that this person was a wolf-hearted and corrupt official, those who didn't know might have been fooled by the righteousness on this person's face.

It seems that no matter what era you are in, as long as you are an official, you can pretend!

"Junior Lin Jingzhi, I have met Mr. Wang." When he came closer, Lin Jingzhi smiled, cupped his fists and gave a salute. Because he had a Juren name on his head, he called himself a junior, not a grassroots.

In fact, besides being able to call himself a junior, if he wanted to get closer to the two of them, he could also call himself a student, but the two of them were already endless in secret, and he was too lazy to get close.

Wang Meng put on a kind smile, and politely gave him a hand, "Nephew, please, you don't need to be so polite. Today you can come to the appointment, donate generously, and help the refugees. It is a blessing for the refugees in the north. Ben The officer is here to say thank you on their behalf."

After all, he bowed to Lin Jingzhi hypocritically and gave a bow. The bow was very deep. The front body was bent forward at ninety degrees. It was very standard and seemed very sincere. His eyes were attracted, and they pointed in this direction one by one, praising Wang Meng.

Who can't do face-saving?No need to spend money!

Seeing this, Lin Jingzhi quickly bent over ninety degrees, saluted, and then amplified his voice a lot, at least to ensure that everyone in the restaurant could hear it.

"Your Majesty Wang, please be polite. When the country is in trouble, everyone is responsible. Now that my dynasty is full of natural disasters, and it is time for me to employ people, I should have the money to contribute money and strength to share the emperor's worries."

"Okay, well said, when a country is in trouble, everyone is responsible, and my nephew's talent and reputation will not decrease at all!" Wang Meng suddenly amplified his voice, speaking with righteousness, and then said: "It's just that the virtuous It's really a pity that my nephew swore not to be an official in the court."

Everyone present knew about Lin Jingzhi's deeds.

At this time, a middle-aged man suddenly stood up and said, "Master Wang, that's not necessarily true. Didn't nephew Lin Xian said that it was right not to recite poems before, but a while ago, nephew Lin Xian seemed to be writing poems." A famous poem that has been handed down through the ages."

"Yes, yes, I've heard that too, Mr. Lin, did you really write those seven-character quatrains?" A young man asked afterward.

"That's right, I made it." Lin Jingzhi knew that what they were talking about was exactly what he had plagiarized from Li Bai, the fairy poet Li Bai, so he responded generously.

"Then since my nephew can break his oath and write poems, he will naturally be able to become an official in the future?" the middle-aged man said again.

This middle-aged man's surname is Qian Mingwang. Like the Lin family, he is also in the jade tea business. He is rich and powerful, and his influence is not much smaller than that of the Lin family. Lin Jingzhi suspects that this person also sent people to make trouble at the door of his shop a while ago to drive away customers. .

To buy jade, besides the Lin family, the Qian family's goods are of good quality and variety. These days, the business of the Lin family shop has been bleak, and it is estimated that more than half of the customers have turned to the Qian family to buy goods.

At this time, the topic of Qian Wang has been revolving around whether he will be an official in the future, and what is his intention?

Are you testing yourself?

If he still said that he would not be an official in the future, would this person have no scruples and would still treat the Lin family as a soft persimmon in the future, and he could pinch it as he wanted?

The Qian family is no better than the Lin family. In the court, they are backed by officials.

However, Lin Jingzhi is well-known after all, and he has recently made a stunning work. If he really changes his mind and wants to become an official in the future, it will really be a big hidden danger for Qian Wang and Wang Meng.

"No, from my point of view, Nephew Lin must have been on a whim when he was traveling in the mountains. That's why he unintentionally broke the oath he made a few years ago and wrote a wonderful poem. This way of official career, nephew Lin should not I will be interested." Before Lin Jingzhi could figure out how to answer, Wang Meng had already interjected.

Seeing the probing expressions on the faces of Qian and Wang, Lin Jingzhi rolled his eyes slightly, deliberately changed the topic, and replied: "My lord, the disaster relief is a big deal, but the younger generation's things are small. You see, there are famous people in Luocheng. Almost all the owners of the wealthy family are here, can we start the fundraising?"

To be honest, he still tries his best to stay away from the official path. If he is not forced to, he really doesn't want to step into this place that eats people and doesn't spit out bones.

Although his talent and reputation are not small, his family knows his family affairs. First, he has no acquaintances to take care of him in the court. Second, if he really wants to enter an official career, he will break his oath and become a man who says nothing. He is a believer, so he estimates that even if he puts on the official robe, he will not achieve much in his life.

So he deliberately didn't answer this topic, just because he didn't want these two people to find out what he was planning, and let them think wildly, undecided, and have doubts in their hearts, so they didn't dare to go too far.

But he didn't know that Wang Meng had already been forced by his superiors, and he was already planning to confront the Lin family in the open.

"What my nephew said is that disaster relief is the biggest thing right now." Seeing that Lin Jingzhi didn't want to reveal his intentions, Wang Meng knew that it would be useless to ask any further questions, so he followed the topic and drew him away. He lifted his official robe and stepped forward. Walking in official steps, he walked slowly to the center of the restaurant lobby and stood still.

"Respectfully, your poem is really amazing, and now the people of Luocheng are well-known." Just as Wang Meng walked away, a young man squeezed over. In the business field, no matter who it is, there are enemies, and naturally there are friends.

This young man's surname is Jia Minglin. His family is in the spinning and cloth business, and his family is not small. Today he is wearing a gorgeous blue robe. He is about [-] years old. He is tall, at least half a head taller than Lin Jingzhi. Not bad, his face was full of admiration.

This person and the late Lin Jingzhi met in the business field, and they hit it off quite well, so they became friends.

"It's just a poem, what's the big deal." Lin Jingzhi waved his hand casually.

Jia Lin was displeased when he heard it, "What do you mean by just paying back a poem? That's a quatrain that can be passed down through the ages! If my brother and I have this kind of talent, I can enter Liuyan Pavilion's number one oiran Du Piaopiao tonight." In the boudoir."

After all, Jia Lin, a wealthy son who knows countless women, is already full of yearning. It can be seen that this Du Piaopiao must be quite glamorous.

Liuyan Pavilion, the largest romantic place in Los Angeles, in this era, it is not illegal to open a brothel, and literati and poets are even more proud of being able to sleep in the boudoirs of famous courtesans. The courtesans in many large brothels are not A few coins can be used, appearance, talent, family background, all are indispensable.

And it only takes the consent of the oiran.

The Liuyan Pavilion in Luocheng is like this. Of course, the reason why such rules can be established is mainly because the boss behind the Liuyan Pavilion is quite powerful. Even if the officials of Luocheng enter, they dare not cause trouble.

"Respect, why don't I treat you tonight, and let's go to Liuyan Pavilion together yesterday?" Jia Lin said again after regaining his senses.

Glancing at Wang Meng who was making an impassioned speech in the middle of the hall, Lin Jingzhi shook his head, and replied in a low voice, "Brother Jia should go by himself, my younger brother is just recovering from a serious illness and is busy with things, so I don't have time to accompany Brother Jia to Liuyan Pavilion Merry and merry."

The wives and concubines in the family have not been settled yet, Lin Jingzhi has no intention of spending money to find women in brothels.

A look of disappointment appeared on Jia Lin's face when he heard this, and then he looked around cautiously, seeing that no one noticed this, he said softly: "Jing Zhi, you must help my brother this time, and I will not hide it from you. After your seven-character quatrains spread, Du Piaopiao said that if anyone can invite you into Liuyan Pavilion, drink a pot of wine with her, and enjoy the moon once, he is willing to let her personal maid Who will Du Sisi spend the night with?"

In addition to being beautiful, Du Piaopiao is also famous in Los Angeles for her talent. Although she has met many young talents and is 21 years old this year, she is still a virgin, and her personal maid, Du Sisi, It is also quite amazing.

Lin Jingzhi couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the words. He just wrote a poem. First, Wang Meng and Qian Wang tested him to see if he would change his mind and become an official in the future. Just as he was about to refuse again, he suddenly heard a light cough in his ear. Hearing this sound, Jia Lin's body trembled and his face turned pale.