For businessmen like Boss Fan who disguises himself as scholars, because scholars are their customers, they will respect scholars very much in terms of face.

Of course, they really envy scholars.

But the scholars they envy are scholars who are high-ranking officials, not poor scholars.

For example, scholars like Yan Shu and Ouyang Xiu who are a high school Jinshi.

After all, they envy those who are officials.

But if they want to make them admire from the bottom of their hearts, they will only develop a kind of respect from the bottom of their hearts by crushing them in the field they are best at.

Therefore, what really drove Boss Fan and became very interested was Ouyang Bian's business achievements, not Ouyang Bian's several poems.

The others are probably like that.

This is the recognition of professionals.

Just like programmers in later generations, they envied their bosses, but that was just a worship of money.

But what makes them feel like kneeling is actually the technical tycoons in the industry.

Boss Fan looked at the child beside Zhang Qi.

The child was wearing a cotton robe of a scholar. He didn't look like a six-year-old child, but like an eight or nine-year-old child.

He didn't have a horn on his head, but he wore a small jade-inlaid cotton hat.

Not to mention the child's outstanding facial features, just say that he smiled and stood calmly and lowered his hands. Zhang Qi and Xu Fu stood on both sides of him, but took a slight step back, which made people know that this child was the protagonist.

This lobby where everyone gathers is the largest lobby in Chengyuan, which can accommodate hundreds of people to gather.

There were a lot of people in the lobby, and there were probably about a hundred people.

When Ouyang Bian entered the lobby, these bigwigs who probably gathered 30 to 40% of the wealth in Bianjing looked up.

Ouyang Bian smiled slightly, raised his hand and bowed aloud, "Gentlemen, ladies, here Ouyang Bian, welcome everyone to Chengyuan. I wish you all good health on the Lantern Festival!"

Ouyang Bian's greetings were towards everyone, so not many people responded, and the situation suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Someone in the crowd said loudly: "Young Master Ouyang, I'm lucky to meet you!"

A beautiful and refined girl helped an old man out of the crowd. Ouyang Bian looked up and said, "Wow, he is an old acquaintance."

Ouyang Bian did not recognize the old man, but the beautiful girl was an old acquaintance, and it was Lu Caiwei.

"Young Master Ouyang, Li Tong, is the owner of Yuxianlou. You are very impressed by Youyang, but unfortunately you are missing out. This time I finally got what I want."

Li Tong smiled and then turned his head to look at Lu Caiwei.

Lu Caiwei quickly walked towards Ouyang Bian.

Xu Fu quickly left his position to Lu Caiwei.

On such occasions, almost everyone will have a wonderful little lady accompanying you.

Of course it won’t be a daughter or a wife, most of them are Jie Yuhua in brothels.

These Jie Yuhua couldn't help but feel a little jealous when she saw Lu Caiwei occupying Ouyang Bian's place.

Although Ouyang Bian is young, brothel women can get everything they want in Ouyang Bian. Money is too vulgar, and the key is reputation.

Ouyang Bian's song "Shuitu" first song pushed a priest to the position of the number one prostitute in Bianjing. This ability is no worse than that of Liu Yong.

If he could write a poem to himself, then he would not be far from reaching the peak of his life.

For a moment, Lu Caiwei felt countless hostile gazes shot at her.

Ouyang Bian was calm.

"It turns out it is Li Dong's family from Yuxianlou. I have been to Yuxianlou. It is simply a fairyland on earth. Boss Li has a superior management ability!"

Li Tong smiled and said, "It's not considered a great person in front of Mr. Ouyang. Not to mention the ice room and the fire industry, just the Chengyuan in front of you is called a real paradise.

I was a vulgar person, but after entering Chengyuan, I was completely filled with my heart. I wish I could live here for a long time and ignore the vast world outside."

Ouyang Bian smiled and said, "Boss Li is modest."

A person behind Li Tong said, "Young Master Ouyang, you are going down Fan Yu from Fan Tower. You have admired Young Master Ouyang for a long time."

Ouyang Bian looked up and saw that a young man in his thirties had a reasonable outfit, which seemed simple, but was actually extremely luxurious. He was indeed a wealthy family for a century, and his background was indeed amazing.

"It turned out that it was Boss Fan who was in front of him for a long time. After passing by Fan Tower, I was magnificent and magnificent, demonstrating our Bianjing style.

As the saying goes, if you don’t have to Fanlou, it’s a pity that I’m short of money, otherwise I must have a good meal.”

Ouyang Bian said it funny, and the atmosphere in the lobby finally became lively.

Ouyang Bian took the opportunity to greet people one by one with tea. Lu Caiwei was with him, following her like a little wife.

After walking around, Ouyang Bian drank a lot of tea, but he became familiar with each other. The banquet gradually became warmer, and the well-dressed people also started to talk louder.

Fan Yu was indeed quite interested in Ouyang Bian and followed Ouyang Bian to find someone to toast.

Ouyang Bian's performance is not like a child, but like a long-standing businessman.

Neither the youthfulness of a child nor the nobleness of a scholar. Every few words, no matter how cold a person is, he will become more harmonious.

Not to mention anything else, just this ability makes people look up to you.

"Young Master Ouyang, look, tonight is the Spring Festival, and everyone has written some poems. You are the master of the poems, so why not write one too so that everyone can feel the beauty of the Spring Festival, I wonder if it is possible?"

Fan Yu smiled.

People in the lobby started to shout.

"That's exactly that after Mr. Ouyang finished writing the last [Shuitu Songtou], no one dared to write Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics. On the Yuan Dynasty, Mr. Ouyang wrote another song so that others would never dare to write Yuan lyrics again. Everyone would be famous in history, hahaha!"

Some people didn't think of this at first, but their eyes lit up at this time: Yes, if they could witness this scene, although they might not be famous in history, they could write it into the genealogy.

Well... On the Lantern Festival, one year, I was invited by Ouyang Bian to participate in the Chengyuan Poetry Conference. At that time, Ouyang Bian and I were smiling and laughing, complementing each other. I asked Ouyang Bian to write a lyrics, which was [xxx]...

hey-hey.

Although it is impossible to leave a name in history, in the eyes of future generations, I am a witness to a popular poem, and I can be regarded as a... well, establishing a tall image.

So the shouts grew louder and louder.

Ouyang Bian looked helpless and bowed, "Everyone, please be careful not to be impatient. Since everyone asks, I dare not be pretentious.

I did prepare a poem, but I actually wrote it, so I don’t need to write it again. Please read it.”

Ouyang Bian and Xu Fu nodded. Xu Fu quickly took three steps and stepped onto one side of the lobby. The side was covered with a piece of cloth. At first, everyone was a little curious about you.

Xu Fu slowly opened the curtain.

The people in the lobby calmed down and only heard heavy breathing.
Chapter completed!