The young woman was even more nervous, "Sir, please don't forget it."
"If the writing is bad, I will apologize to you. With so many people witnessing it, what are you afraid of?"
Seeing Fu Xie actually holding the pen in his mouth to dip ink and pressing the tip of the pen against the paper, Baiding from the crowd secretly marveled. This was the first time they saw someone writing with their mouth, and they were even more curious.
After all, people in public markets have limited vision. In their eyes, there is only the difference between being able to write and not being able to write.
The person who took the most serious look was Manager Meng. After all, he had been in contact with the talented people of Benma Society for many years and was literate. The moment Xie Fu put pen to paper, he had the feeling that "an expert will know what he is doing as soon as he writes."
Even though I write with my mouth, I feel calm and relaxed, and there is something about me that makes people respect me immediately.
Silently, Xie Fu put down his pen, slightly bowed his body and blew on the paper, exhaling——
I recited it smoothly: "The transformation of butterflies has become a dream of death, and the sound of cranes' singing is nothing more than a hollow sound."
This elegance came with the chant, and everyone in the crowd couldn't help but praise: "Good."
Xie Fu asked: "Madam, do you think it's okay?"
The young woman looked at the white couplet that had already been written, and the eyes of all the white people in the market also moved to the elegiac couplet.
Most of them are illiterate, but the words are just like a person's appearance, whether they are beautiful or not, they can be distinguished at a glance when they are placed there.
The young woman said happily: "Thank you sir."
Xie Fu accepted the ten cash reward and said, "Thank you, madam."
The young woman left happily holding the elegiac couplet.
——Ah, why is the reward only ten cents, which is lower than sending a letter?
——Too low, what’s going on?
——As far as I know, Mr. Lu does calligraphy for others, and his small handwriting is thirty cents per word, and his signboards are one or two per word.
——I think the handwriting of this young man just now is not bad. Why is it so cheap?
Finally someone couldn't help but asked: "Sir, did you come here specifically to smash the Benma Club sign today?"
Xie Fuying said: "I'm a little short of money recently. I heard that there are people in the Benma Club who write poetry and so on, so I came here to try my luck."
——Hehe, he turned out to be a young man, so he dressed so low-key and made a big mistake.
——Sir, you have been deceived. The elegiac couplet you just wrote requires at least 200 words to start.
Xie Fu really didn't dare to accept two hundred coins, but he felt comfortable accepting ten coins.
Manager Meng said loudly: "What are you looking at? You are just a young man. Do you think he is a rough guy like you? Okay, let's all disperse. What are you doing around here?"
Everyone dispersed, and Manager Meng put on a smile and said, "Sir, sit down here and talk."
Manager Meng was now very sure that Xie Fu was a talented scholar. Benma Club was about to add a general. Don't let such a talent be snatched away by its competitor Feiyue Club.
The business of these literary talents can account for the majority of the daily income of Benma Club. Moreover, the greater the reputation, the more likely those young men will come.
Many young men from rich families came to Benma Club following Huang Shaonan's golden legs.
Manager Meng had a vague feeling that this young master was more powerful than Huang Shaonan with golden legs.
It's just a feeling, but I can't tell what is so great about it.
Manager Meng asked Mr. Xie to sit down and personally served him a bowl of tea, which was very polite.
"Young Master just used his mouth to write, and it was more beautiful than other people's handwriting. What a wonderful skill."
"That's ridiculous."
"What do you call the young master?"
"Thank you, Fu."
"Master Xie, please don't be surprised if I didn't recognize Mount Tai just now."
"You're welcome. I didn't bring any money today. I'll come back tomorrow."
Manager Meng hurriedly said: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Benma Society is hungry for talents like the young master, but you can't get them."
"May I?"
"Of course! I can complete the registration procedures for you now, but there is something I need to discuss with you first."
"Please say."
"That's it. The identity of the golden leg is decided by our boss. Can I arrange the identity of the silver leg for the young master first?"
Xie Fu asked: "Can Silver Legs help people write poems and fight in the brothel arena?"
Manager Meng responded: "Yes, but those young masters have higher requirements, and they usually prefer Mr. Huang."
Xie Fu smiled lightly, "That doesn't matter."
When Manager Meng heard this, he looked at Xie Fu Yun's gentle appearance, and there was always an unspeakable mystery about him. No matter what, he wanted to capture this general first.
"Thank you, Mr. Sir. I will handle it for you now. Please wait a moment."
After a while, Manager Meng handed Mr. Xie a silver medal, "Mr. Xie, welcome you to become a member of the Benma Club."
Xie Fu weighed the silver medal. The weight was wrong, but it was just painted silver on the surface.
Manager Meng felt that Mr. Xie was about to sell it, so he hurriedly said: "Master Xie, this silver medal is just silver on the surface and won't be exchanged for much. Don't sell it."
"Also, every time the young master is paid, Benma Club will take one-tenth of it as commission..."
Manager Meng is telling Fu Xie some rules.
This was a man who came down from the second floor, yelling and cursing: "What kind of bullshit Benma Club is this? Doesn't it even have any useful people?"
The one who cursed was a young man, dressed in silk and satin.
Xie Fu looked familiar and quickly remembered that he had met Tantai Wenwang when he and Tantai Wenwang went to Qin Tower for the first time.
His surname seems to be Wu, and his name seems to be Wu Jie.
This Wu Jie was a big patron of Benma Club. Manager Meng immediately put down Mr. Xie and stepped forward with a smile on his face.
"Master Tantai, don't be angry. Why don't you go upstairs again and ask Manager Jiang to look for you carefully."
Wu Jie said angrily: "What a fool. Except for Huang Shaonan, everyone else here is just a loser. It's not like I haven't hired anyone before. I can only write a few words and can't even compose poems. What kind of talents are they? These people are just useless."
It's okay to fill the stage, but whoever can be used, I want Huang Shaonan, here he is the one who can compose poetry."
It's funny to say that Wu Jie spent a lot of effort to get Chen Douzhi's posts last time, inviting people from the Trendy Poetry Society.
I thought I was sure of winning, but in the end I only came in third place, and Mr. Cheng from the Trendy Poetry Society was too embarrassed to go back.
Wu Jie had no choice but to turn around and look for Huang Shaonan, but unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanfei got there first.
It would be okay if Huang Shaonan was hired by someone else, but Wu Jie and Zhao Yuanfei have always been incompatible with each other, so they would be furious.
Manager Meng wondered: "But Mr. Huang has been hired by Mr. Zhao."
Wu Jie put down his harsh words and said: "I want Huang Shaonan, otherwise I won't be able to patronize Benma Club in the future."
This matter really put Manager Meng in a difficult position. Both Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu were big patrons of Benma Club, and they couldn't offend anyone. He suddenly looked back at Fu Xie, and seemed to have an idea.
Manager Meng comforted Wu Jie and said, "Mr. Wu, there are a lot of people talking here. Let's go to the wing on the second floor to talk in detail."
Wu Jie thought that Manager Meng was discussing some way to give Huang Shaonan to him, so he followed him upstairs.
Here the copper legs began to whisper to each other.
——Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu have been having a lot of trouble recently. They have fights and fights in brothels.
——You are not well informed. These two young masters are both competing for a post from Chen Douzhi.
Xie Fu interjected: "What kind of post requires a bloody battle?"
***The author has something to say***
Today's two chapters are about the plot. I don't dare to ask you for anything. I can only promise you that if there is a recommendation notice on the site tomorrow, there will be three updates next Sunday.
