Chapter 42: A poem

The fat man's belly was like a bottomless pit, and the things on Zhu Youxiao's desk were reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally, Zhu Youxiao had no appetite, but for some reason, after seeing this fat man eating so much, he actually snatched the fat man with a big appetite.

"Brother, I don't know what his surname is, who lives wherever he lives?" Zhu Youxiao tried to spread the fat man's hand hard and asked with a smile on his face.

"My younger surname is Wang Nai, a native of Xuanfu in Beizhili. I wonder who is from Brother Tai?" The fat man stared at the mung bean cake in Zhu Youxiao's hand.

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. The Wang family of Xuanfu! Zhu Youxiao remembered the eight famous merchants, including two of them with the surname Wang. I don’t know when and which Wang family of this fat man was.

Seeing him dressed in gorgeous clothes, you know that he is valuable, which means that his family must be very rich. I have been jealous of the Eight Great Imperial Merchants for a long time.

"I wonder which Wang family, Wang Dengku and Wang Dayu are brother-in-law's family?" Zhu Youxiao tentatively said.

"Fuck!" As a result, the fat man's big rolling eyes was like how unbearable the two names mentioned above were.

"I, the king, have nothing to do with those two kings. I earn all the money I earn little by little. They... Humph!" Fatty Wang looked contemptuous.

"What? I heard that the two most famous merchants named Wang in Xuanfu were those two. Seeing that Brother Wang was born extraordinary, I thought they were those two." Zhu Youxiao was puzzled, but he felt that there must be some story in it.

"I can't afford to get to the top. My young master has been an orphan since he was a child. My parents have long disappeared. I depend on my sister for life. Today's family property is all my young master's fortune. It can be said that all I earn is hard-earned money. Those two Wang families, I'll spit out!" Fatty Wang once again spitted out with contempt.

"What, this young master also wants to cling to the Wang family? What a pity I am not." Fatty Wang thought Zhu Youxiao wanted to curry favor with the Wang family, but found that he had cursed wrongly, so his tone changed, and he turned out to be rejected, not as if he had just seen him.

Zhu Youxiao looked down at the table. He had dried all the five plates of dried porridges and changed his face after eating. This fat man born in the year of the dog is not.

"How could it be, how could it be? Brother Wang Gaoyi, I also heard that the Wang family gave away all the money for ill-gotten gains. If Brother Wang was from that Wang family, I wouldn't like him." After saying that, Zhu Youxiao raised his head and expressed his contempt for the Wang family.

"Really? Didn't you lie to me?" Fatty Wang stood up and pretended to leave.

Zhu Youxiao held him in a hurry and finally saw a man who knew the eight major merchants in Xuanfu. How could he let Fatty Wang leave so easily? He had to squeeze out the goods in his heart.

Besides, he seemed to know something from his tone. This was a cut that broke through the eight major businessmen.

Thinking about the wealth gathered by the eight major merchants, Zhu Youxiao felt that taking them down would be enough for the court to have a good New Year.

"Hurry up, if there is anything delicious, the little monkey is ready, the table is full." Zhu Youxiao urged the little monkey generously because he found that nothing could attract the fat man's attention.

Sure enough, when the fat man heard the delicious food, his face suddenly turned the same as before, and he returned to his seat with a smile on his face.

"Brother Tai is indeed in the same mind as me. Why do I have the nerve to leave my brother Tai? What, Brother Monkey wants the dried fruit just now."

"Extremely, if you like it, then go to the crowd." Zhu Youxiao is preparing to spend a lot of money to keep the fat man. It seems that I am going to go bankrupt when I am so fat.

"Well...then that's it..." Fatty Wang rubbed his nose.

Just when the little monkey was going to order food, Fatty Wang asked weakly: "That... I heard that the roasted suckling pig in Zuihonglou is a masterpiece of Beijing..."

"Come on!" Zhu Youxiao gritted his teeth and jumped out of his throat.

Roasted suckling pig! I think you are a pig! I can't hold you to death!

Suddenly, an untimely voice came. A dressed-up young man looked like a playboy with two followers passing by Zhu Youxiao's table. He seemed to have found something unknown. He turned around and turned around and bent down.

"Oh! Who do I think it is so familiar? It turns out to be Brother Wangcai. Why did Wangcai come to the Cuihonglou Poetry Club again? "The playboy looked at Fatty Wang teasingly while slapping the folding fan.

"Hey! Who do I think it is? It turns out that it is Mr. Wang. Why? You are not here in your Xuanfu and are here. Why? I like art and elegance. Even you know that my master likes art. It seems that my master's literary reputation is quite far away." Fatty Wang shook his head, and found out a small golden fan from somewhere. He opened it and saw that there was a picture of a lady on it.

"I have been hearing from friends in the capital these days that a fat man came to our Xuanfu, attended poetry meetings everywhere, wrote poetry everywhere to leave his name. I didn't expect it to be you, you are prosperous." The playboy said with a smile.

"That's a must. My young master likes to write poetry and spread all over the capital? It seems that my young master is indeed... yes..." Fatty Wang seemed to be stuck and didn't know how to praise him.

"Literary talent..." The playboy's "kind intention" reminded him.

Fatty Wang seemed to remember and slapped the table: "Yes, that's it, literary... literary... literary... literary! Yes! This young master is very literary!"

"Okay, Wangcai, keep flying, I won't be with you anymore." The playboy left with two followers and laughed. They were afraid that if they didn't leave, they would really cause internal injuries.

Fatty Wang looked proud and saw Zhu Youxiao's sudden poetic outburst.

"Brother, I suddenly feel poetic, so I might as well chant it."

"Oh!" Zhu Youxiao also became interested. When writing poetry, I can write it (although it is in a dream, I have thought about it every day and night, and the poems in the dream are not what I think about). It seems that I have met my fellow friends.

Fatty Wang suddenly began to shake his head and look like a ghost possessed.

"Ahem! Brother, I'm so ugly."

Just as Zhu Youxiao was preparing to appreciate it, Fatty Wang suddenly let out a loud voice that scared Zhu Youxiao.

"Ah! There are many girls in the Red Mansion!"

Zhu Youxiao sprayed out tea, and he finally knew why the capital knew his name, so he wrote poetry and had the ability to write and had a face to stay everywhere.

Still have a very literary talent? This fat man has really wasted a good word. It seems that I can no longer call myself a very literary talent in the future. What a good complimentary word, it has been turned into a derogatory word by this fat man.

After Fatty Wang made this sentence, he still wanted to smash the mouth, as if he had eaten something delicious.
Chapter completed!