The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 15
Dai Renjie said in his heart that he has really learned a lot today. Not only is this child talented in poetry, he is also very sophisticated at such a young age.

If Jia Cong insulted him profusely, he might feel relieved, but if Jia Cong responded calmly, he knew that there would be no room for change in the cooperation.

Dai Renjie winked at the waiter, who hurriedly brought a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. The shopkeeper took them and held them to Jia Cong with both hands, "It's a small thank you, but please don't dislike it!"

If Jia Cong didn't want it, it would be a grudge, so there was no need for it, so he took it and thanked him.

He was about to leave again, but was stopped by Meng Jixi again, "My friend, it's noon, it's dinner time, why don't we find a restaurant and have a drink and talk?"

Jia Cong knew that Meng Jixi was interested in making friends. Just now, he heard the exchange of words between Meng Jixi and Dai Renjie, and he roughly guessed his identity. It suited his wish, so he did not refuse.

Meng Jixi stabilized Jia Cong and ignored Dai Renjie. Instead, he looked inside and raised the white bamboo paper in his hand, "Mr. Gu, is this calligraphy treasure something that Mr. Gu is willing to miss?"

At the beginning of Ming Dynasty, a young man named Mr. Gu came over. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, handsome and solemn. He walked over and bowed his hands to Jia Cong first, "Young Master of the Red Mansion, I have so many shopkeepers just now." If you have offended me, my boss will apologize to you!"

This courtesy to the corporal is truly a good demeanor!
Jia Cong was quite fond of him and returned the favor with a smile, "Being arrogant at first and respectful later. In the past, Su and Qin Shang were not immune to this fate. How about me, a villain? Mr. Gu is serious!"

Gu Chuming heard his extraordinary conversation and became more and more eager to make friends, so he wanted to invite Meng Jixi and Jia Cong inside to have tea.

Meng Jixi refused, and only raised the poem and calligraphy in his hand, saying, "I want to do this business with Mr. Gu. If Mr. Gu is willing to pay for these words and poems, I am willing to give them up!"

Gu Chuming stood far away and could not see Jia Cong's handwriting clearly, but the poem was excellent. Those who love poetry like first-hand poems, just like those who love books in later generations are often willing to pay high prices for autographs. The book has the same complex.

"200 taels of silver!" Gu Chuming seemed to be betting on this.

In front of this child, he changed hands and sold the poem for a high price. This is nothing more than Meng Jixi!

Meng Jixi said "Okay" and handed the folded white bamboo paper to Gu Chuming, "What a courageous person. However, Mr. Gu, I, Meng, never sell counterfeit goods. The 200 taels of silver are definitely worth it! If it weren't for today... I don’t want to give up my love either!”

200 taels of silver!
There was a gasp in the bookshop. Even though the people who could enter the bookshop to search for books were all wealthy people, they were also surprised by this generosity.

Gu Chuming originally just took a gamble and wanted to sell well in front of Jia Cong, but when he got the white bamboo paper and saw the words, poems and signatures on the paper, he suddenly smiled.

However, watching Jia Cong follow Meng Jixi away, Gu Chuming felt as if his heart had been cut.

Heming Tower is located on Dongsantiao Tianshui Lane Street, which is at the end of Shufang Street. It has three stories high and five floors facing each other. Each has a flying bridge sill, which communicates light and dark. Bead curtains embroider the forehead, palace lanterns hang high, and the hall The corridors and verandas of the courtyard are luxuriant with flowers and trees, bustling with people, and filled with guests.

After Meng Jixi sent his servant to take Lao Hetou to dinner, he led Jia Cong directly to the private room on the second floor.

The door is closed, blocking out all the noise outside, and the faint fragrance of rice spreads in the room. On the high table in the corner, there are several branches of seasonal hibiscus in a big-bellied glazed plum vase, and an eight-open plum orchid, bamboo and pine screen. It's like a celebrity's handiwork. "My little friend is not old yet, today we will only drink tea and no alcohol!" Meng Jixi picked up the teapot and poured tea for Jia Cong with her own hands.

"Listen to Boss Meng!" Jia Cong certainly didn't know how to drink, but Meng Jixi's proposal also played into his heart. He looked at Meng Jixi with a cold eye and felt that this person was a well-educated and insightful person. He was by no means an ordinary person.

"To be honest, little friend, I am the boss of Jinling Meng's Bookstore. Therefore, Shopkeeper Dai will call me Boss Meng when discussing business. At the moment, this is a personal relationship between the little friend and me. We discuss poetry over tea. Not to mention the philistine title. Since I am crazy about how many years older my little friend is, how about I call my little friend brother, and my brother calls me big brother?"

Jia Cong was not surprised at all that this person knew his true identity.

There is no fate without cause and effect in this world!
He couldn't help but smile, "I think Brother Meng must have seen the embarrassment of my younger brother in front of the Duke Rong's Mansion yesterday. He was so embarrassed that it made Brother Meng laugh!"

"Since ancient times, when heaven entrusts a person with a great responsibility, he must first work hard on his mind and body. Moreover, in this world, there are many cases where the father does not know the son and the son does not know the father. I am an open-minded person. Don't worry about other things. .”

As he said that, he took out a 200-tael silver note and put it on the table. It was the one he had just gotten by selling Jia Cong's poems and calligraphy, and he slowly pushed it in front of Jia Cong.

Jia Cong understood what he meant, but was confused and asked, "Brother Meng, what does this mean?"

"If I really want to take advantage of these 200 taels of silver, I will definitely not sell it in front of you. I will sell it without anyone knowing. I will benefit from it without letting you know about it. How wonderful!"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Since Brother Meng bought it, how much money he resold it for is what Brother Meng earned from his own ability and has nothing to do with me."

Meng Jixi said, "I'm a scholar and don't understand the weird ways of the shopping mall. What I did today was just to use this opportunity to help sell a favor at a high price for a favor from me."

With his frank words and upright actions, Jia Cong really had no reason to refuse, so he simply asked openly and openly, "I think Brother Meng's request is beyond my ability. Please tell me!"

How could Meng Jixi not understand the meaning of Jia Cong's words? Besides, the other party did not accept the 200 taels of silver notes, and he did not dare to treat Jia Cong as a seven-year-old child. He only felt that his intelligence was almost demonic, and he did not Easy to deal with.

"My little brother also knows that if my bookshop wants to do well, it must have good words and sentences. I have clearly known my little brother's talent from yesterday to today. I want to make a long-term contract with my little brother. As for the The time limit is decided by me. During this period, I, Ji, will print the first edition of my articles and verses and sell them. How about that?"

This is not an excessive request, and even for Jia Cong at this time, it is a timely help.

When Meng Jixi saw that Jia Cong was silent, he simply said sincerely, "Little brother, there is one of the best songs on the market right now, such as "Ying Chrysanthemum" and "Poetry of the Four Seasons" that are popular in the world today. Each song sells for 30 taels of silver. price, if I’m willing to cooperate, I can raise the price again based on this.”

So today, his song "Compassion for the Farmers" was sold to that Mr. Gu for 200 taels of silver. Isn't this a scam for a wealthy man?

　The first!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)