I, the strongest poisoner, am called the living king of hell by the empress

The two of them were very happy.

In the Imperial Garden.

With Gao Yang's words, the entire Imperial Garden was instantly silent.

Wu Zhao and Shangguan Wan'er looked at Gao Yang together, their beautiful eyes wide open.

Shangguan Wan'er couldn't help but ask, "Master Gao, did I hear you wrong? What did you just say?"

"The poor scholar is the 30th poor scholar on the list. Does that mean that the rich lady gave a total of 30 poor scholars money to travel, hoping that they would win the first place in the imperial examination?"

"This is not a romantic love story at all?"

Shangguan Wan'er looked incredulous.

Wu Zhao was also confused.

According to the context of the story, the plot is not right.

But Gao Yang nodded directly and continued to add, "Shangguan, you didn't hear it wrong. There are not so many romantic stories in the world. How can this rich lady fall in love with a poor scholar who has nothing in one night?"

"And she confessed everything about herself?"

Gao Yang's words were too heartbreaking.

For a moment, Shangguan Wan'er seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

Listen carefully.

It turned out that her heart was broken.

The romantic story turned into a bubble in an instant.

Wu Zhao also took a deep breath and felt that she was too naive.

She actually wanted to hear a romantic love story from Gao Yang's mouth.

This is not Gao Yang's fault, this is her own fault.

Wu Zhao suppressed her inner emotions, turned to look at Gao Yang and spoke curiously.

"Is there a capital element in this?"

Gao Yang nodded, "Your Majesty is right. A rich lady spends a night with a poor scholar, and even gives money to the poor scholar to take the exam. This is called venture capital!"

"Venture capital?"

Wu Zhao pondered secretly and murmured.

"Venture capital is also called risk investment."

"In short, there are risks, but there are also opportunities to make a lot of money."

Gao Yang looked at Wu Zhao's face and continued to speak.

"Based on their oaths, if the poor scholar really gets the first place in the imperial examination, or even the second or third place, the rich lady will also make a lot of money, but the rich lady has only paid for her own body and a little money for the journey."

"The so-called low risk, high return is just like this."

"This also leads to a saying that investment is risky and entrepreneurship needs to be cautious. After all, if the poor scholar fails to pass the imperial examination, the rich lady's body and money will all be gone."

"But if he passes the imperial examination, the rich lady will make a lot of money!"

Wu Zhao nodded, with a look of concern on her face. Thinking, "So this is called venture capital."

"Then the rich lady invested in 30 people in total, what is this called?"

Gao Yang touched his nose and continued: "Spreading one person to 30 people, avoiding risks, and increasing the possibility of high school, this is called holding."

"If the rich lady gives each poor scholar her own body plus a certain amount of silver, this is called balanced holding, but if the rich lady only gives silver to other poor scholars and gives her body to the 30th poor scholar, the former is called light holding, and the latter is called heavy holding!"

Wu Zhao raised a smile on her face.

She took a sip of hot tea and said, "Light warehouse and heavy warehouse, this is quite interesting."

Shangguan Wan'er thought of the poor scholar's oath, and couldn't help saying to Gao Yang, "This rich lady is too much, how can a woman serve thirty men!"

"If the poor scholar knew, he would be so angry that he would even come to marry the rich lady in a sedan chair."

Gao Yang looked at Shangguan Wan'er who was inexplicably angry, and touched his nose again.

The case was solved, Shangguan Wan'er was pure love.

Gao Yang turned to look at Shangguan Wan'er and smiled, "Shangguan, you can rest assured about this. I can't say the actual situation, but in this story, the situation that Shangguan is worried about will never happen."

"Because just after the oath, the poor scholar told the book boy beside him to write down the name of this lady. The book boy next to him said helplessly, "Sir, there are already 100 of them. ””

Shangguan Wan’er: “???”

Wu Zhao: “???”

Shangguan Wan’er’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but exclaimed, “What?”

“There are still masters?”

Shangguan Wan’er felt that her broken heart had been shattered into dregs all over the floor.

Wu Zhao was also surprised, her eyes widened: “There are already a hundred poor scholars?”

“He is even more excessive than this rich lady?”

Wu Zhao was completely numb.

Sure enough, this capitalist is unfathomable.

Even a small story containing a capitalist has so many twists and turns!

Capitalists are really dirty!

Can be smoked by such a small story?

How can a person who is made of pottery be a good person?

Gao Yang nodded, then waved to the maid who was not worthy of a name and said, "This tea is good, give me another cup of tea."

The maid hurried forward and poured tea for Gao Yang.

"Mr. Gao, if you think this tea is good, I will give you a box later."

"Now, can you reveal to me the behavior of this poor scholar?"

Wu Zhao glanced at Gao Yang and spoke seriously.

Gao Yang's face was full of smiles.

"Then I will be disrespectful to refuse."

"Your Majesty, in fact, I think your Majesty... the maid who pours tea beside your Majesty is still charming!"

As Gao Yang said this, the maid who poured tea trembled.

Gao Yang looked at her with eyes like a tiger, leopard, jackal, or wolf.

She heard that Mr. Gao of the Duke of Dingguo's Mansion hated waste the most and even asked his subordinates to line up.

Wu Zhao's face suddenly darkened.

Gao Yang was going too far!

Noticing that Wu Zhao's expression was not right, Gao Yang immediately cleared his throat and said.

"I hate serious lectures the most. I just liven up the atmosphere. Your Majesty, don't worry."

"But since I have to tell the story of the capitalists, it must not be that simple. This story is just the beginning."

Wu Zhao was curious when she heard this.

Shangguan Wan'er also gave up completely. This is not a romantic love story at all.

This is all a capital fight of eight hundred minds.

"The poor scholar's goal was to go to Beijing to take the imperial examination, but he had no money in his pocket, so he went to hundreds of rich ladies in a row to seek financial support. Rich ladies are called venture capital, and poor scholars call it financing."

"In simple terms, if you don't have enough money, then find multiple people to invest in you, and use other people's money to achieve your goals by winning the top prize. This is financing."

"Afterwards, the book boy asked the young master, we have been traveling back and forth on the roads leading to Chang'an for three years. You have slept with hundreds of rich ladies and made hundreds of promises. Aren't we doing this for the imperial examination?"

This made Shangguan Wan'er nod for a while.

"Yes, according to this, shouldn't the poor scholar come to Chang'an to take the exam? Why did he travel back and forth on the roads leading to Chang'an?"

Hearing this, Gao Yang directly spoke to Shangguan Wan'er and Wu Zhao, "Your Majesty and Lord Shangguan, what is the purpose of the scholars from all over the world coming to Beijing to take the exam?"

Shangguan Wan'er said loudly, "It is as Lord Gao said before in the court. We scholars should establish our hearts for the world, for the people, for the succession of the lost knowledge of the past saints, and for the peace of the world!"

Shangguan Wan'er looked at Gao Yang with admiration. Gao Yang's words in the court that day are still buzzing in her mind, which makes her admire him!

Gao Yang's old face flushed instantly.

He hurriedly took a sip of tea to cover up his embarrassment.

"Shangguan Sir, I just said it casually that day to inspire people and brag."

"Why are you taking it seriously?"

Shangguan Wan'er: "..."

Wu Zhao: "..."