Zhenguan Leisurely King

Chapter 50 Luoyang Poetry Club
Wang Shouren promised Wang Pingan to cooperate with him and became Wang Pingan's spokesperson in the business world.Wang Shouren himself did not expect that because of today's decision, the Wang family's business would not only spread all over the Tang Dynasty, but also overseas, making him the richest person in the Tang Dynasty.

"Uncle, before we cooperate, we should solve the food shortage incident first." Wang Ping'an thought about it.

Wang Shouren nodded, expressing his affirmation, and said: "What my nephew said is true, the old man will send someone to investigate now, and send his confidants to Yangzhou and other places to buy grain by the way."

"Okay, but the matter must be explained clearly. Whether you have bought food or not, you must come back on time, otherwise the plan will change, and uncle may not be able to bear this change." Wang Ping'an reminded Wang Shouren again not to make mistakes.

"Nephew, don't worry, you have analyzed the strategy very thoroughly. If you make a mistake, you really don't need to mess around in the mall." Wang Shouren said with assurance.

Seeing Wang Shouren's full confidence, Wang Ping'an felt relieved, and said with a smile, "Then I wish Uncle a victory, fame and fortune."

"Thank you, nephew, for your compliment."

"No, it's my uncle who commands well. Everything is due to my uncle."

"It's all good nephew's plan. Otherwise, the old man would be powerless."

"Uncle commanded well."

"Nephew has a good plan."

……

"Ha ha……"

After flattering each other shamelessly for a while, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Uncle, my nephew would like to trouble you to send someone close to you to collect money from Yunshan Academy." Wang Pingan thought that there was still a large sum of money to be collected today, so he wanted to trouble Shouren.

"What money, is the amount large?"

"The price of wine sold to the master of the academy is not much, only a thousand or so." Wang Pingan said very flatly.

"S~"

Wang Shouren took a deep breath, and thought: "One thousand years, you don't see much. It's enough to buy a few big houses in Luoyang. It's enough for ordinary people to live for a lifetime."

You know, at the current price, one penny can buy a biscuit.

Although Wang Shouren's family property is tens of thousands, and a thousand crowns is only a drop in the bucket, it still feels distressing to take it out, unlike Wang Pingan who just let him take it directly.

"I'll leave this matter to the old man. It's just that with so much money, should it be sent to the palace directly for you, or to your Wangjiazhuang." Wang Shouren asked.

"Send it to the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau. By the way, ask uncle to buy a thousand catties of sorghum and send it along."

"Okay, the old man will do it now."

"Uncle, wait a minute. I will be staying at the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau recently. If there is any situation here, you can find me there."

"The old man knows."

"Brother Wang must have gone to the academy at this time, so my nephew and uncle should go out together. I just visited Nanshi once, and this time I have money, so I have to go shopping."

Wang Ping'an has been in Datang for almost a month, and there are a lot of things every day, but he hasn't gone through it well, and he feels that he has failed in life. , so I plan to walk and break my legs today.

Wang Ping'an and Wang Shouren parted ways after they left the house, and went their separate ways. If everything went well, those black-hearted grain merchants would accompany them to the bottom of the sky.

Wang Pingan walks alone on the street, and everything he sees is new, but not new. There is nothing in the 21st century, but the things here are all handmade and pollution-free.

There are many stalls and stores on the street, there are fruit peddlers, there are also small stalls selling rouge and gouache.There are also hawkers selling candied haws shouting all the way.

"Hey, you sell candied haws, how do you sell candied haws?"

The candied haws peddler looked left and right, but saw no one. He scratched his scalp and muttered, "What the hell, why is there no one?"

"Where are you looking, lower your head, my young master is here." Wang Pingan said, pointing at himself.

Looking down to see Wang Ping'an, he looked apologetic: "Oh, I'm sorry, the young master is blind and didn't see you."

"Stop talking nonsense, how do you sell candied haws?"

"A string of pennies."

"Give."

Wang Pingan bought a bunch of candied haws like a child, and took a bite. It was handmade and pollution-free. The sweet and sour taste was really delicious.

Wang Pingan walked and ate, and saw a lot of people surrounded by a place, and they seemed to be some students.

It is human nature to love to join in the fun, and Wang Ping'an is no exception. He walked to the brush booth next to him and asked, "Boss, why are there so many people around there?"

The stall owner saw that Wang Pingan didn't buy a pen, so he didn't have a good attitude, and replied lazily: "Master, I don't know, you can ask someone else."

How could Wang Pingan not know what the stall owner was thinking, and threw out a piece of silver and said, "What kind of pen can you buy with this?"

When the stall owner saw the broken silver, his eyes lit up, his mouth was full of smiles, he patted his head and said, "Look at me, when people are lazy, they can't remember anything."

"What about now? Do you remember?" Wang Ping'an signaled with his head that the boss could take the money.

The stall owner stretched out his hand to take the silver with a smile on his face, and bit his mouth to see if it was fake or not. Every day, many literati come here to gather, recite their poems or couplets to everyone, and finally get everyone's comments."

"That's not very boring." Wang Pingan felt very bored.

"How could it be? As long as people in this poetry club are either rich or expensive, not only young masters, but also many rich ladies have joined, and many people have gone for them."

"Oh." Wang Pingan gave me a clear expression.

"Is there only one poetry society in Luoyang?"

"How come, there are four poetry clubs in Luoyang, Luoyang Poetry Club, Xueyue Poetry Club, Zhishui Poetry Club, and Painting and Calligraphy Poetry Club. Except for Luoyang Poetry Club, which is run by the Yamen, the other three poetry clubs are managed by the largest three in the local area. run by a bookseller."

"Isn't it just divided into public and private?" Wang Pingan said to himself.

"Master, what do you mean by the private office?" The boss was at a loss.

Wang Pingan reacted to the boss's question and said, "Why do you care so much? Tell the young master which three booksellers run the poetry club. Are there any benefits for them?"

"I'm really not very clear about this little one, but I heard that they are just trying to make a name for themselves."

Wang Pingan didn't believe it at all. The literati have a good name and the businessman seeks profit. This is an eternal truth. He said to the boss: "Cut, you also believe this."

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can make money myself." The boss said.

"Insightful. Then what kind of meeting do they have today?" Wang Pingan gave the boss a thumbs up.

"I heard that a young man published a couplet and hung it at the entrance of the Luoyang Poetry Club. Whoever can match it will get a hundred taels of gold." The boss said.

"There is such a thing, stupid young master, go and have a look." Wang Ping'an became interested. If he didn't take advantage of it, he would be a bastard.

The stall owner packed the two brushes with red string, handed them to Wang Ping'an and said, "Master, this is a secret brush, please hold it well."

"Ah."

Wang Pingan took the pen, hummed, and walked towards Luoyang Poetry Club with big strides.

The stall owner at the back said loudly: "Master, please go slowly."

After hearing this, Wang Pingan thought, "The service is good."

Wang Ping'an came to the entrance of Luoyang Poetry Society, but was blocked at the entrance. There were too many people to squeeze in.

Wang Pingan took a few steps back, tossed his head pretendingly, and said with a sneer, "Hmph, do you think this will be difficult for me? You underestimate me, Wang Ping'an."

"Excuse me." Wang Ping'an, who had finished pretending to be B, was about to rush in when someone pushed him away from behind.

"Who is it?" Wang Ping'an was about to get angry when he saw two strong men taking the lead, pushing away the literati blocking the door, followed by two children, one a little older and one about the same size as himself, and they entered the Luoyang Poetry Club together .

Before entering, both children glanced at him. The older one looked at him with a look of arrogance, while the younger one made faces at him.

It's true that the uncle can bear it, but the aunt can't bear it. No, even the uncle and aunt can't bear it. Wang Ping'an is very angry, and someone will be unlucky.

"Wow, there are 100 taels on the ground, who dropped them." Wang Pingan pretended to be surprised.

As soon as someone dropped their money, everyone started to touch their pockets first, and then bent down to look for the money.

Some said: "Silver, where is the silver?"

(End of this chapter)