Chapter 57 It’s your honor to be able to take a fancy to you
"Li Qinggao, Li Yuanbian!"
Zhou Peirong was condescending, looking at Li Qinggao with a joking look, and even called out a name that Li Qinggao hated and rarely used.
"I said, can you do it?"
"It's just a couplet. Why did it take you so long?"
"Is this how you justify your reputation? I think you should just admit that you bought your reputation!"
"you shut up!"
Li Qinggao was hysterical and roared angrily at Zhou Peirong.
"If you hadn't bothered me, I would have definitely had it."
"This game doesn't count. Let's play again!"
"Oh, I expected you to say that!"
Zhou Peirong smiled faintly, but he didn't care about Li Qinggao's rogueness at all. Instead, he confidently pouted towards his own couplet.
"It doesn't matter how many times you want to compete! As long as you can write a better couplet than mine, then I lose!"
"When the time comes, don't ask me to apologize to you. You can even ask me to become your teacher."
"I'm just afraid that you, Li Qinggao, don't have the ability at all!"
After finishing speaking, Zhou Peirong ignored Li Qinggao and asked someone to close the window. He continued to talk to Chu Quan about the management of the restaurant and envision a better future.
Outside the restaurant.
Li Qinggao still hasn't given up yet.
He kept pacing back and forth, and his hair, which had been neatly combed, was already scratched like a chicken coop.
His face and forehead were already covered with fine cold sweat.
The people around him didn't laugh at him anymore, but just watched quietly.
But even though these people didn't say a word, you could tell from their expressions and eyes that in their hearts, they had already ridiculed Li Qinggao countless times.
And just when Li Qinggao was racking his brains, trying to come up with a good pair to beat Zhou Peirong's pair.
From the periphery of the crowd, an old man came slowly.
Looking up at the couplet at the door of the restaurant, the old man's eyes lit up instantly.
"Where did the guest come from? Listening to the sound of the flute in the bright moon, I vaguely remember Du Mu; the host does not ask, but borrows a spring breeze pen to illuminate Yangzhou."
The old man murmured this couplet in a low voice, his eyes filled with wonder.
"A person who can write such pairs is definitely a rare talent."
"I must take such a good young talent under my wing!"
Upon thinking of this, the old man immediately separated from the crowd and came to the door of the restaurant.
He originally planned to enter the restaurant directly and ask who made this pair.
But when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Li Qinggao standing at the door of the restaurant, looking embarrassed and crazy.
In an instant, the old man's face darkened.
"Nie Zhan, what are you doing here? As a scholar, you are not ashamed to make yourself so embarrassed!"
As soon as the old man came up, he yelled at Li Qinggao.
Li Qinggao was still immersed in thinking.
But when he heard the old man's voice, he suddenly woke up as if someone had poured cold water on his head.
"Master Lin, why are you here?"
Li Qinggao was trembling and hurriedly bowed to the old man as a disciple.
"Go away, I, Lin Wentai, can't teach a disciple like you!"
Lin Wentai cursed angrily, then walked directly into the restaurant regardless of Li Qinggao's reaction.
"Is the shopkeeper here? My husband, Lin Wentai, is so polite!"
Lin Wentai showed off the unique temperament of a great scholar and said loudly toward the upper floor.
"Yes, yes!"
With a smile on his face, Chu Quan slowly walked down the stairs.
"Old sir, I wonder why you came to my shop?"
"Shopkeeper, may I ask who wrote the couplet outside your door?"
"I intend to recruit the right person as my disciple, and I hope the shopkeeper can recommend him on my behalf!"
Lin Wentai did not mince words, but went straight to the point and stated his purpose.
"oh?"
A flash of surprise flashed across Chu Quan's face, and then he quickly raised his head and shouted upstairs: "Brother Zhou, an old gentleman said that he wants to accept you as his disciple. You'd better come down and take a look!"
"good!"
Zhou Peirong agreed and hurriedly went downstairs and came to Lin Wentai.
"I entered Zhou Peirong as a junior student and met Mr. Lin!"
Zhou Peirong respectfully bowed to Lin Wentai.
"Are you the one who wrote the absolute painting at the door?"
Lin Wentai looked at Zhou Peirong and nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, okay, you are indeed a talented person, charming and suave."
"Young man, I want to accept you as my disciple, but I don't know if you would like to become my disciple?"
"Well……"
Zhou Peirong frowned and pondered for a moment, but finally shook his head gently.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I'm afraid I will disappoint you!"
"The juniors still have a lot of things to deal with, so they really can't find time to study."
"And with my qualifications as a junior, if I join your sect, I'm afraid it will only bring shame to you!"
Zhou Peirong's words were very polite, but they were also decisive and clear enough.
It's just that there are some things that Zhou Peirong cannot say openly.
The reason why he rejected Lin Wentai was of course that he only wanted to do business now and did not want to waste time in other aspects.
In addition, there was another reason why he refused Lin Wentai's request to become a disciple, that is, he felt that Lin Wentai was not worthy of being his master.
To be precise, no great scholar in the world is qualified to be his master, Zhou Peirong.
This is not because Zhou Peirong is conceited, arrogant and disrespectful to his elders.
He thinks so, naturally because the knowledge he possesses is rich enough.
And his thinking can be hundreds of years ahead of the world.
Under such circumstances, who in the world can teach him Zhou Peirong?
Of course!
If it were one of those influential Confucian scholars, Zhou Peirong might really consider it.
But the so-called great scholar in front of him did not have this energy.
Seeing Zhou Peirong rejecting him so decisively, Lin Wentai's face immediately became extremely ugly.
He looked at Zhou Peirong steadily, and his voice suddenly became cold.
"Young man, I admit that you do have some talent, but this is not the capital of your arrogance!"
"As the saying goes, there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world. It can be said that there are geniuses who are better than you."
"It's your honor that I can take a fancy to you. Don't be disrespectful!"
"Senior, what you said is a little inappropriate!"
After hearing what Lin Wentai said, Zhou Peirong's face instantly darkened.
"I, Zhou Peirong, have the freedom whether or not I want to be my teacher, and who I want to be my teacher."
"Senior, you said bad words to me just because I rejected you. Isn't your mind too narrow-minded?"