Wang Zhe, with a smile on his face, did not notice the change in Mr. Zhuge's face. He continued to criticize the two people's works in his own way, and did not notice Mr. Zhuge's inner displeasure at all.

He said with a smile: "Although Mr.'s masterpiece has a free and leisurely artistic conception, overall it lacks a bit of sharp-edged momentum."

"In contrast, Mr. Jiang's poems reveal an extremely fierce and magnificent spirit, which makes people fascinated."

"Mr. Zhuge, to be honest, based on my taste, you did lose to Mr. Jiang this time."

When Mr. Zhuge heard Wang Zhe's comments, his face turned red and white at first, his fists were clenched tightly, and his veins were exposed.

He suppressed his anger and forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

Jiang Mingyu smiled casually, pretending to be humble and said: "Where is the work of a young talent? Mr. Zhuge is the master, I dare not take it for granted." His tone was very gentle, not at all like he had just won the poetry competition.

Mr. Zhuge, whose face turned red and white several times, was obviously unconvinced. He raised his voice and asked, "Master Governor, can you see clearly? I'll lose this matter, are you sure?"

When Wang Zhe heard him raise his voice, his face suddenly became clouded, and he said with a stern tone: "Sir, although I am getting older, I have not yet reached the point where my eyesight is dim."

"Sir, what you said is a bit inappropriate, isn't it?"

The color suddenly drained from Mr. Zhuge's face, and he stammered and apologized with a smile: "Sir, I was joking, but I did make a mistake. I hope you can help me!"

Then, Mr. Zhuge reluctantly squeezed out a few words: "Master Jiang, you are indeed very knowledgeable. I admire you so much."

Fortunately, although Mr. Zhuge's literary talent was mediocre, he had not forgotten the lottery. He handed over the ancient jade with a dark face: "Take it."

However, when he first took out the ancient jade, Jiang Mingyu saw that it was definitely a rare treasure.

But Jiang Mingyu still humbly refused: "This is to make friends through literature, sir, there is no need to send each other off like this."

However, Mr. Zhuge refused to give up and insisted: "Master Jiang, what do you mean? Although my skills are not as good as others, I am not a person who breaks his promises and gets rich. This ancient jade is a bet. You should accept it quickly." As he said, he

There was still obvious reluctance in his eyes.

Jiang Mingyu rolled his eyes and said: "If I am not talented, how can I be loved by others? I'd better leave this jade to you for your own enjoyment."

"If you, sir, are not obsessed with winning or losing, how about I ask you to promise Jiang a certain thing in exchange for a lucky draw?"

Mr. Zhuge, who was reluctant to part with this piece of ancient jade, immediately felt like he was being pardoned and said with a smile: "Master Jiang, please tell me, I will do my best."

Jiang Mingyu then smiled and said: "It's not a big deal. I recently discovered something called coal in Shangmu County..."

With that said, Jiang Mingyu explained Murong Yunhai's introduction to coal in detail.

Finally, he asked his subordinate Tuxlow to take out the samples and make a pot of coal-based tea for the two of them on the spot.

Looking at the light blue flames under the small clay stove, Mr. Zhuge and Wang Zhe were both seeing it for the first time. They couldn't help but look at each other in amazement.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jiang Mingyu smiled at Mr. Zhuge: "This coal is what I want to promote."

"Sir, he comes from a wealthy family, so his family naturally owns a lot of real estate. Winter is approaching, so a lot of coal will be burned for heating."

"Most of the friends you make while traveling are from wealthy families, so the demand for coal will not be small."

"Shangmu County is poor and the people have no one to rely on. Please help Jiang to promote this coal. This can be regarded as your doing your best for the livelihood of the people."

"The sage said that if you achieve great things, you can help the world. In this way, you will live up to your reputation as a talented man, won't you?"

Mr. Zhuge was very proud of Jiang Mingyu's compliment. He readily agreed without even thinking about it: "What Mr. Jiang said is exactly what I want!"

"I can order 10,000 kilograms of coal now for my family to use in the winter. As for helping you promote this coal, I will do my best and will never be perfunctory!"

"I just have a small request..." At this point, Mr. Zhuge thought for a moment before slowly speaking the second half of the sentence.

Jiang Mingyu was very happy to see that the other party agreed so happily. He said enthusiastically: "Sir, please tell me, I will do my best to the best of my ability and I will never shirk!"

Anyway, as a time traveler, he has no worries and doesn't care what Mr. Zhuge asks for.

Jiang Mingyu is full of confidence and feels that no matter what the requirements are, he can easily handle them.

Jiang Mingyu had a smile on his face and shrewdness in his eyes, thinking that it was really important for him to have Mr. Zhuge help promote coal.

No matter what Mr. Zhuge asks, he must first agree to it.

Mr. Zhuge straightened the sleeves of his broad robe and said with a smile: "My request is very simple. Please accept me, Lord Jiang, as your disciple."

What? When Jiang Mingyu heard this, he was a little surprised. Accepting a disciple? This was beyond his expectation.

Seeing Jiang Mingyu's confused look, Mr. Zhuge explained with some embarrassment: "Master Jiang also knows that I have some literary reputation in Asmodeus."

"But the sea of ​​learning is boundless, and the work pays off to those who are dedicated. I just want to worship you as my teacher and study poetry in order to make greater progress."

Mr. Zhuge thought for a moment and then added slyly: "Besides, accepting me, a famous and talented man, as your disciple will be good for your reputation, right?"

"As long as your Excellency agrees, I will immediately order 30,000 kilograms of coal. How about that?"

Jiang Mingyu laughed secretly after hearing this. It turned out that the other party was conquered by the poem he "borrowed" before.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided that since Mr. Zhuge had an extraordinary background and had extensive contacts, it would be of great benefit to him to accept him as his disciple.

So Jiang Mingyu said with a smile: "Since Mr. Jiang is so diligent in pursuing knowledge, then Jiang will shamelessly accept you as his disciple."

Mr. Zhuge was overjoyed, and he quickly bowed to Jiang Mingyu and said, "Okay, Mr. Jiang, no, Master! That's what we have decided."

"Don't worry, I'll rush home to get the money. I'll definitely deliver the coal payment soon!"

After saying that, Mr. Zhuge was about to step out of the door excitedly, looking as energetic as a primary school student who had just been praised by the teacher.

Looking at Mr. Zhuge's back as he walked away, Jiang Mingyu chuckled: "This Mr. Zhuge is really a studious and tireless person."

Hearing this, Wang Zhe couldn't help but sneer: "Master Jiang, you are overestimating him by saying this."

"This Zhuge Yu is even worse if he doesn't have anything to say about it. What he likes to do most is to show off his skills in front of everyone and try to please them."

"The people in the city all complimented him for the sake of the Zhuge family. This gave him his so-called talent and reputation."

"If the Zhuge family hadn't been so powerful in Asmodeus, I wouldn't have accompanied him in his mischief by saying 'Mr. Zhuge' against my will."

At this point, Wang Zhe curled his lips even more disdainfully: "Also, when I asked you to be my teacher just now, don't take it seriously that it was for the benefit of the people. That is pure nonsense and a joke!"

"Based on my judgment, he just wants to learn something from you and then show it off outside."

After listening to Wang Zhe's words, Jiang Mingyu had a look on his face. It turned out to be like this. No wonder Zhuge Yu's poems were so mediocre.

Jiang Mingyu secretly cursed that Zhuge Yu only had a false reputation in the literary world because of his good family background.

Without the local influence of the Zhuge family, his literary talent would have been laughed at long ago.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mingyu couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart.

.It’s really interesting that a playboy with mediocre talents but loves to be in the limelight actually asks me to accept him as his disciple.

But after thinking about it, Jiang Mingyu also understood that for people like Zhuge Yu, reputation and status are far more important than true talent and learning. In this case, there is no harm in using him temporarily.

Jiang Mingyu nodded slightly, already making a decision in his heart.

He needs to return to the county as soon as possible to step up coal mining. As for Zhuge Yu, he just needs to make proper use of it.

When Zhuge Yu comes to hand over the money, he will return to Shangmu County immediately.

Jiang Mingyu secretly planned various matters, and his enthusiasm for exploring new things surged in his heart.

Just when Jiang Mingyu was running out of patience with waiting, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside the door.

Jiang Mingyu, who had already drank two cups of tea, suddenly his eyes lit up: "Here comes the money!"

But soon, a strange man in official uniform rushed in menacingly.

This man looked to be less than forty years old, more than six feet tall, with a round belly full of fat.

His big garlic nose squeezed his small eyes into two slits, his goatee was shiny, and he had a menacing look on his face.

The fat man bowed and saluted Wang Zhe, who was still recalling Jiang Mingyu's masterpiece, and then said to Jiang Mingyu: "Are you the imperial envoy from Shangmu County?"

Jiang Mingyu kept smiling: "Exactly, who are you, my lord?"

The fat man sneered arrogantly: "My official name is Shi Huangchaoran, the director of Asmodeus!"

Jiang Mingyu bowed to him and saluted: "It turns out to be Mr. Huang Changshi..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Huang Chaoran with an impatient wave of his hand: "Okay, don't talk nonsense. I want to ask you, how did my father-in-law He Dachuan and brother-in-law He Muchen die?"

"

Jiang Mingyu instantly recalled that when He Dachuan was arrested that day, he seemed to have said that he had a high official from the state and city as his backer. It seemed that this so-called backer was Huang Chaoran in front of him.

Wang Zhe, who was sitting behind the desk, hurriedly asked: "Huang Changshi, what do you mean?"

Huang Chaoran sneered: "What do you mean, I have to ask the imperial envoy."

Huang Chaoran said sadly: "Three days ago, I sent someone back to Shangmu County to handle matters, and then I learned that my father-in-law He Dachuan and nephew He Muchen died in Mr. Jiang's coal mine."

"Not only that, Mr. Jiang also sold my father-in-law's house in a frenzy. What a heinous crime!"
Chapter completed!