Smuggler of Two Worlds

“Bet…what to bet?”

Yuwen Cheng was startled, the expression on his face was a little dazed, as if he wanted to work hard to understand, Jiang Fan The meaning of this sentence.

“Yes, it’s hard to understand? You traveled all the way from Jinling to Heyang City, didn’t you just compare poems with me? But don’t you find it strange? Why do you compare me? I have to compare with you? If I don’t pay the lottery, is there any reason why I have to compare with you?”

Jiang Fan as it should be by rights said.

“You…Do you know that the three of us are who! Do you know how many people in Jinling want to ask us to discuss poetry with us! We ran to Heyang City not far away? Come to find you actively, you dare to make a request!”

Yuwen Cheng looked incredible.

“You are who, and have nothing to do with me, and how big your presence in Jinling is, it has nothing to do with me. This is Heyang, not Jinling. It is you who want to discuss poetry, no Me. Since the primary and secondary relationship is so obvious, you can only follow my rules.”

While Jiang Fan spoke, he pulled a chair away and sat down.

Lin Wanqing naturally stood behind him.

The people who were opposed to the three youngsters also subconsciously stood on both sides of Jiang Fan.

A few of these people have participated in the Fujiang Gardens Poetry Fair not long ago, so they immediately recognized who Jiang Fan is and have explained Jiang Fan’s identity with his side companion.

It’s just a pity that none of these people recognize Jiang Fan as the new City Commander.

But Jiang Fan’s shocking and stunning at the Fujiang Gardens Poetry Fair before has been well-known throughout Heyang City, so at this time, these scholars who represent Heyang City are confident in Jiang Fan.

Especially the two girls who were obviously born in official households, looked towards Jiang Fan, they were even more brilliant.

“Yuwen, don’t talk nonsense with him, since he wants to bet, let’s bet with him! Anyway, he will lose! No matter what you bet, we will make sure that we won’t lose!”

Facing the most old-fashioned one of the three, he said impatiently.

This person seems to be in a dominant position among the three. As he spoke, Yuwen Cheng could only suppress his anger despite the unconcealed anger on his face.

Grit your teeth opened the mouth and said: “Okay! How do you want to bet!”

“It’s very simple, I’m a layman, let’s just bet on money. Quote prices, I too Don’t cheat you outsiders, a poem or a word is Hundred Thousand String Coins, only Bank of Four Seas money tickets are accepted, other banks are exempt from negotiation, how about?”

Jiang Fan said with a faint smile.

As for the idol baggage after becoming City Commander…Since people have already hit the door with their noses, why do they need idol baggage?

Yuwen Cheng is even more angry.

What is market price? ! Isn’t it the first time you have done this kind of thing? ! Gambling with poetry? ! It’s an insult to gentleness!

Don’t cheat us outsiders…Are we doing business with you? ! Is this a human word!

However, before Yuwen Cheng could speak, the oldest person among the three interjected again: “A poem is a Hundred Thousand String Coins? Is it too cheap? A poem by the three of us , In Jinling, it is the favorite of the Oiran of the Red Chamber. It’s not an exaggeration to say that there is no market but a price. Trifling a Hundred Thousand String Coins…I really can’t get it.”

“Oh? Then? I don’t know what price Brother wants to bet on?”

Jiang Fan’s eyes lit up and asked, rubbing his hands.

The price of a Hundred Thousand String Coins is already quite high, didn’t expect in this world, is there really someone who is better than Qian Rushan?

“One Million String Coins, every poem One Million String Coins, after the evaluation, the loser gives the winner, how about?”

Look at the oldest person Jiang Fan said.

The voice fell, and the whole teahouse suddenly sucked in cold air.

Even Lu Xuezhen, who came from a small and rich family, was directly shocked. As for the others, their performance was naturally even more unbearable.

A trace of greed flashed in Dong Fangshu’s eyes, but he quickly concealed the past.

“One Million String Coins? Are you sure?”

Jiang Fan looked surprised.

Is this person too much money to spend? One Million String Coins…In terms of purchasing power, it is equivalent to ten million in that world.

You bet 10 million on a poem, and the big bets in the movie are only this, right?

“I’m pretty sure, I just don’t know…you dare to bet.”

Squinted at the old man and said.

“It’s okay to bet, it’s just…Do you have that many tickets with you? If you don’t have any money after gambling, when the time comes, I’m gone. I can’t chase to Jinling to find you guys for an account, right?”

Jiang Fan curiously asked.

He smiled at the old-fashioned person and winked at Yuwen Cheng.

Yuwen Cheng reluctantly took out a cloth bag from his arms, and then took out a few money tickets in the bag.

The largest ten-thousand-dollar ticket issued by Bank of Four Seas!

If you want to cash out, it is completely different from other cash coupons.

Not only need to have the money ticket, but also have the consent of the money depositor.

There are five in total, and in that cloth bag, in addition to these five ten thousand coins, there are some scattered other denominations.

“It’s really extravagant… Carrying so much money, aren’t you afraid of robbery?”

Jiang Fan exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

“In the territory of Great Zhou, no one has dared to snatch things from the three of us. How about? These should be enough?”

Said to the old-fashioned youngster.

“I’m not sure if it is enough. If you only plan to compare five poems, then it is enough. But if you want to compare more…it should not be enough.”

Jiang Fan spread his hands, speak frankly.

Faced with the old-fashioned youngster, he breathed, and then angrily said: “I hope the quality of your poems will be as sharp as yours!”

“Don’t worry, it will not I’m disappointed. In addition, this Senior will judge the merits of poems, right?”

Jiang Fan pointed his finger at the only Elderly in the field and asked.

“Yes, Old Lord Chen’s attainments in poetry are very few in Great Zhou! It must be far more fair than your old man in Heyang City! “

Yuwen Cheng took a step forward and said aggressively.

“Well, how do I know if this old man will open his eyes and talk nonsense? Wait a while to make a poem, if mine is better, but the old man is not conscientious Yours is better than me, then who should I talk to to make sense?” Jiang Fan asked.

Before the words were finished, Chen Ang, who had been sitting on the table drinking tea, knocked the teacup in his hand on the table heavily.

“youngster! Old man has a clean reputation for his life! You can’t slander it at will!”