NFBE Chapter 146: I've been tricked by this old bastard
Chapter 146: I've been tricked by this old bastard
"Hey Manager Zhu, can't you be a little less clever? It's perfectly fine for us to just do business properly, why do you have to investigate my background!"
Zhu Wen reached out and slapped away the fair, delicate hand covering his mouth and nose, revealing a thought-provoking expression.
“Young Master Li is mistaken. I did not deliberately investigate your background. I only roughly guessed your identity from your appearance because I knew my father before. But actually I am not entirely sure. However, since you have admitted it yourself, I dare not say anything more.”
"!!!!!!!"
"Damn it, I got tricked by that old bastard."
Knowing that Li Renyi had been tricked out by Zhu Wen, he was naturally furious, but he was too lazy to show it.
After all, Zhu Wen hadn't said anything wrong; he was just casually testing him. He was easily tricked into revealing his true feelings. He could only blame himself for being too hasty and failing to calmly assess whether the other party's words were true.
There's no way around it; the little fox can't outsmart the old fox. That's the law of nature. The old fox has seen far more than I've ever tasted salt.
Think about this.
Li Renyi stopped talking to the cunning Zhu Wen and turned to look at his wife on the stage.
He came here because Zhu Wen sent someone to inform him.
They said that the lady was under house arrest in Wenyue Pavilion, and asked everyone to think of a solution.
Enraged, Long Jinyan stormed into the kitchen, intending to chop Zhu Wen into mincemeat to vent his anger.
Fortunately, the crowd stopped him, but Zhu Wen didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled and told them the whole story.
Upon hearing this, Murong Changqing quickly made arrangements.
Given the important figures in Wenyue Pavilion, he could only try to understand the specific situation first, contact his wife, and then make a decision.
Li Renyi naturally took the lead and entered the Wenyue Pavilion.
After all, apart from Li Renyi, who was an unknown nobody, everyone else present knew Pei Zuo to some extent. If they all appeared in Wenyue Pavilion, it would inevitably attract Pei Zuo's attention.
If that happens, their identities will definitely be exposed.
Especially Murong Changqing, as the former prime minister, will naturally have his identity exposed, which will be very disadvantageous to him.
Having already been on edge after their encounter in court, I naturally dared not approach Pei Zuo again, especially since Pei Zuo had the Confucian Sage by his side, who was my own teacher, so there was no way to hide it.
Li Renyi was unaware of their ulterior motives. He only knew that the fact that they had sent him out to lead the charge meant that they thought highly of him and that it indirectly indicated that he was a very important figure among them.
"Hey, it seems I'm the core person in everyone's eyes, not a useless person like Pei Yan who can't help with anything except pretending to be aloof all day long."
That's just how people are.
It's easy to spot someone you dislike in a crowd.
Pei Yan was on a completely different level from him, both in terms of looks and temperament. In particular, his arrogant manner made one want to slap him across the face.
Unfortunately, Li Renyi couldn't beat his opponent, so he could only mutter a few angry words to himself.
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on the stage.
Fang Xiaoxiao was initially thinking that she could get another 50,000 taels of gold for free when she heard Zhang Xuzi's words, but now the other party was offering her an official position, which was a bit strange and made people very suspicious of his intentions.
As the saying goes, those who offer unsolicited favors are either treacherous or thieves, especially an old fox like him.
With this in mind, she had to start planning how to deal with this old fox.
At that moment, the old fox Zhang Xuzi continued speaking at length.
"I'm sure everyone here is really looking forward to Mrs. Fang's dazzling performance today, right?"
"Yes, we're all really looking forward to it!"
"That's right, that's right. It's said that Madam Fang can compose a poem in seven steps. I wonder if we'll have the good fortune to witness her compose a poem in seven steps again today."
"Yes, we absolutely must have it, otherwise I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
The audience members shared their opinions, and some even reiterated their challenge to compose a poem in seven steps.
Most of these people had actually witnessed Fang Xiaoxiao composing a poem in seven steps yesterday.
But in their view, it was just an accident and didn't really mean anything; at most, it just meant that he was pretty impressive.
The commotion quickly reached its climax as the crowd grew louder.
The crowd below cheered and jumped for joy, appearing extremely excited.
Li Renyi then moved among the crowd, pocketing the other party's money and handing them a slip of paper. The slip of paper read Zhang Xuzi, with the words "1 to 3" written below it.
This is a betting receipt showing that you placed a bet and bet on who would win. The details of the bet amount are written in red on the slip of paper, and there are two copies. It is also stamped with the Wenyue Pavilion seal.
All of this was proposed by Li Renyi. In the past, when people placed bets, they would just say it verbally and the bookmaker would record who bought how much, or they would simply open the betting market on the spot and wait.
Now, betting in this way puts both sides at ease, without worrying about the house or player cheating, and without the need for manpower to supervise and control.
This not only increased mutual trust but also reduced unnecessary manpower expenses.
When Zhu Wen heard this idea, he was first surprised, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, showing great admiration for Li Renyi.
As Li Renyi was talking among the crowd, he would occasionally glance at his wife on the stage.
He wasn't actually particularly worried that his wife would lose; it was just that the group of people had been clamoring for him to compose a poem in seven steps.
It's important to know that composing a poem in seven steps is just a legend; it's impossible for ordinary people to do it.
Even Zhang Xuzi, a Confucian sage revered as a genius who appears only once in a century, would need about fourteen steps to barely compose a poem that wasn't very good.
Moreover, someone like my wife, who can't even write her own name properly.
Think about this.
He was slightly worried and prepared to quietly change the slip of paper in his pocket that had been used to bet on his wife winning.
But after rummaging through his pockets, he discovered a major problem.
That means his other card was with Zhu Wen, while that old bastard's was on his side.
In other words, neither side can change the information they are betting on.
"Damn it, how could I forget about this? I've really shot myself in the foot. What should I do?"
He was filled with resentment and regret, and when he looked at his wife, his eyes were filled with longing for her to succeed.
You see, he had just bet his entire fortune on his wife, thinking that with her extraordinary talent, she would surely outshine everyone else and become the most dazzling light in this gamble.
But to everyone's surprise, some scoundrel suddenly appeared out of nowhere, insisting on coming up with this "seven-step poem" nonsense.