Chapter 13

"Yes, Brother Wang, your tricks are really poisonous." Manager Niu saw Wang Yang and nodded with a bitter smile on his face. "Oh, every month, I have a headache and annoyance..."

"Ah?!" Wang Yang scared the old man with a chrysanthemum pattern to his answer so much that he tightened his anus. When he heard what he said later, he breathed a sigh of relief. Damn, I was scared.

"I said Lao Niu, can you stop talking so awkwardly? How could you have those days every month?" Wang Yang, who breathed a sigh of relief, patted Manager Niu's shriveled shoulders and said.

"There's no way. Every time I'm at this time, I have to go out and buy words..."

"Buy porcelain? What kind of porcelain goods must be bought every month?" Wang Yang asked curiously with his chin. "There doesn't seem to be many dishes in our building."

Manager Niu looked at Wang Yang in front of him with a dark face and explained helplessly. "It's not porcelain made of porcelain, but poetry. If there is no good lyrics, how can it attract those nobles in Qingliu? So, every month, I have to take time to search everywhere and spend a lot of money to buy..."

Hearing the nagging words of Manager Niu, Wang Yang waved his hand and walked straight towards his house with less than three steps without any whetness. His body suddenly froze. Then he walked back to Manager Niu without turning his head and waist. "What did you say?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Yang suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared like a ghost, Manager Niu was scared and shivered. "What did I say to me?"

"Repeat the words you just said again." Wang Yang's eyes were filled with the glittering golden light shield that could not be seen directly.

Seeing this stupid guy, Manager Niu couldn't help but tremble. "I said Brother Wang, I didn't offend you..."

"It's not this. Hurry up, I didn't hear what you said before I was leaving..." Wang Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes. Damn, is he that scary? He could only try hard to squeeze out a smile and make himself look kinder.

"You, oh no, I said, what am I saying... Don't worry, I'll think about it..." Manager Niu shivered for a long time before recalling it. "By the way, I said that it was not porcelain made of porcelain, but poetry. If there was no good lyrics, how could it attract those noble people from Qingliu? So, every month, I have to take time to search everywhere and spend a lot of money to buy..."

"Ask for a lot of money?" Wang Yang's eyes were wide open, and there was a square hole in his pupils rotating constantly.

"Yes, right, can you know a cultured person, Brother Wang?" Manager Niu agreed casually with a smile on his face.

"How much does a poem cost?" Wang Yang looked around and dragged Manager Niu under the eaves next to him. His ferocious look scared Manager Niu so much that his legs were weak, and he thought that this guy was thinking of robbing.

"At least five to ten stakes, and at most thirty or fifty stakes. If it is a famous master, it can be a 60 or 70 stake or even a hundred stakes." After calming down and confirming that Wang Yang had no intention of robbing him, Manager Niu quickly poured beans into the bamboo tube.

"Five to ten stakes, and as many as thirty or fifty stakes, a famous master's handwriting can be hundreds of stakes?!" Wang Yang was shocked. Oh no, he was shocked. He used to hold the hands of Manager Niu slowly opened his hands, and then his ten fingers slowly turned into the shape of a gold ingot of the God of Wealth. It seems that he is still cultured, and knowledge is wealth.

"Brother Wang, can I leave?" Seeing Wang Yang's hands hooked and his face was smirking, Manager Niu asked tremblingly.

"Come on, come here..." Wang Yang, who came to his senses, showed a very kind and kind expression to Manager Niu. "Come on, Manager Niu, Wang will discuss with you..."

"Brother Wang, Mr. Wang, I still have big things to do, so let me go."

"Stop talking nonsense, come here if you come here. I feel disgusted when you look at your old anus. Are you still afraid that a handsome boy like me will molest you?" Wang Yang was like dragging a dog to the Datongpu house where he lived.

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"Hey, Manager Niu, why are you back so soon?" Liu Yiyi, who was cooking tea in the room, heard the door ringing. After calling in, she saw Manager Niu pushing open the door with a hesitant look and asked.

I saw that Manager Niu subconsciously shrank his feet, and then I heard something happening outside the house, which scared Manager Niu to the point of being shocked, cleared his throat and bowed to Liu Yiyi. "Miss Yiyi, I just went to find a talented man, oh no, a talented man, I begged for a long time, and finally got a new lyric from him..."

"Great talent?" Wang Po, who was sleeping on the couch, couldn't help but open his eyes and sit up. "It's true? I said, "Old Niu, you kid are fooling me, right?"

"Well, how dare that little guy? And that talented man also said that if you think this poem is really bad, you will return it to him. But if you think it is good, at least you have to pay this number..." Manager Niu cursed Wang Yang in his heart, but he still stretched out his finger and gestured.

"One hundred coins? Which precious poet is this who is willing to hand over the masterpiece to you?" Liu Yiyi couldn't help but cover her lips and shouted in surprise. Could it be that Manager Niu, who has always been lucky and cannot even buy the first third-rate lyrics, has gone luck?

"Tell me quickly, you stupid guy, have you found out clearly? Which master is that poet?" Wang Po was also anxious, and quickly got up from the couch, walked to Manager Niu in two big strides and shouted.

"Then, the name of that poet..." Manager Niu really wanted to report the real name of the guy who threatened him, but when he thought of the stupid guy's temperament, he was still timid. "He insisted on not telling him, but just said that he did not want to reveal his name. Writing the words "Wang Yue" like this is just a game, so he would not sign it."

After hearing this, although Wang Po was still confused, a strange color flashed in Liu Yiyi's eyes. It seemed that in general, those noble and talented men would say such scenes when they felt embarrassed.

"Where is the lyrics? Let me show it." Liu Yiyi ignored her mother's doubts and directly extended her hand to Manager Niu and urged her...

When Liu Yiyi first fell to her eyes, she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. But although the calligraphy seemed a little awkward, the pen was like a sword and halberd, and its strength penetrated the back of the paper, like a silver hook and iron stroke.

However, the words in the writing are a bit strange and unspeakable, sorrowful and tender, brewing between emotions...

"This, which big poet is this?" Liu Yiyi read it several times, and couldn't help but cover her lips and exclaim.

"Good daughter, is this poem really good?" Wang Po said with concern at her daughter, who was smart since childhood, who was skilled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"The poems that Manager Niu bought before were nothing like leftover rice..." Liu Yiyi said firmly.
Chapter completed!