Chapter 4

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. After Yang Chendong wrote, he still looked excited. His face became more and more ugly, until it was like eating something bad and constipation.

It's not surprising that Qiao Yin will become like this. It's really... It's really ugly. If you have to use anything to describe it, it's not much different from the graffiti of a three-year-old. Not only that, the writing also makes Qiao Yin difficult to understand.

Looking at Yang Houdong, he really has a serious expression. That's really serious because he's practicing calligraphy.

He was used to pencil since childhood, so that he didn't study the brush when he wrote with a pen later. But even if you are in this society, do as the Romans do. But if you write with your right hand, it's not timid and ugly. It's better to change it directly to the left hand. It's natural that the handwriting is not good.

Writing is like walking a dragon. Yang Chendong feels good about himself. He has always admired his adaptability and learning ability. For only half an hour, he felt that he could not recognize the words he wrote. At least he could see what it was. This in itself is a great progress.

It's qiaoyin, a sleepy look. Such words are really a kind of torture, but considering the young master's self-esteem, she just held back and didn't say anything.

It was another half hour. When the paper didn't know how much it had been written, the sonorous and powerful voice of Hu mang came outside the door, "young master, rich young master is coming."

After shaking some sour arms, Yang Chendong smiled and seemed very satisfied with his works. He nodded gently and said to Zhengqiang's clever voice: "sort out these in order."

There is a side hall in the old house of the Yang family, which is used to receive guests. At this time, a big bellied man was sitting there, dressed in silk and satin clothes, indicating that he was a master who was not short of money.

"Rich cousin." Yang Chendong, who had washed his hands, was still an ordinary blue dress. Before people arrived, the voice came first.

Looking at the fat young master, he didn't even move his ass. only when Yang Chendong walked in, he raised his chin and said hello, "sixth young master, what's the matter with you calling my cousin?"

Yang Fu, the child of Yang Rong's brother. His name is like a man. He didn't like four books and five classics since he was a child. He chose a way of doing business that people despise. Here I would like to talk about scholars, agriculture, industry and commerce. At that time, the social status of businessmen was extremely low, which was disliked by many so-called "gentlemen".

But just like clothes, it's up to the wearer to feel whether it fits or not, rather than what others say. At least Yang Fu is very satisfied with his current life. He runs a Yang's grain store, a Yang's department store and a cosmopolitan restaurant. He doesn't say that he earns every day, but at least he doesn't lack money. He really reaches the extreme pursued by future generations. He wakes up naturally after sleeping and counts money until his hand cramps.

Of course, Yang Fu's ability to do this also proves that he is a man of vision. He knows that this is true in any dynasty and society. If the rich do not have background support, the money is just spent in the environment and may be lost at any time. This made him hear that when the housekeeper Yang Hai said that the sixth young master was looking for him, he rushed over. In the words of later generations, this is called emotional investment. Once Yang Chendong is really developed in the future, passes the examination and can even become the champion, he will have a backer and don't have to worry about anything.

But that's after all. At least for now, he doesn't pay much attention to his sixth cousin. He has given face when he can recruit.

This is the second time Yang Chendong saw Yang Fu after he had never been here. The first impression was still vague. When my mother died, several brothers and sisters in the capital rushed back. Yang Fu appeared to flatter. Just because I just came here at that time, my body was still a little weak, and the impression was not very deep. Now, after close contact, I have a deeper understanding of my cousin, who has a tonnage of nearly 200 kilograms and a height of less than 1.7 meters.

Yang Chendong walked to the opposite seat of Yang Fu. With a smile on his face, Yang Chendong arched his hand first. Then he said slowly and rationally, "rich cousin, it's said that you have a good way to make money and have great skills, but you really envy me as a younger brother."

People like to listen to good words. Yang Fu naturally can't avoid vulgarity. In particular, he was praised so much by a scholar, and he was even more happy. "Sixth cousin is too polite. Brother Wei also has no way. He is sleepy as soon as he reads, so he can only do what he can."

"It's easy to earn a lot of money. It's all within our power. What are others? Rich cousin doesn't have to be so modest." Yang Chendong flattered and scratched at each other's itch.

"Ha ha. I used to hear that scholars are sour, and I can't see others better than them. But today I heard what my sixth cousin said. It's just a villain's word." Yang Fu, who was praised, was really in a good mood at this moment. He immediately classified scholars and assigned Yang Chendong to the best one. Just after saying this, he suddenly changed his tone and said, "sixth cousin, we were relatives before. If you have anything to say, just say it. If you are short of money and need silver, it doesn't matter. Just say a number and send someone to get it for your brother."

If you are polite to others, you must ask for something.

Yang Chendong said so many good words to raise himself. How can Yang Fu not see that the other party should have something to ask for himself? Are you short of money?

Also, people like him who just read sages at home don't know the hardships of the world? It must be that my aunt died. The bank capital in my family is tight and there is not enough money. It doesn't matter. He originally wanted to invest. As long as he doesn't need much silver, what's the harm of taking out some?

At this moment, Yang Fu is ready to shed some blood, waiting for Yang Chendong's opening.

But Yang Chendong didn't answer, but waved back and came over with the a stack of the manuscripts. "Rich cousin, these are some of my cousin's recent works. Please help me taste them and see if they can catch my brother's eye."

He didn't ask for money. For a time, Yang Fu was confused. But even if people say they want to taste it, they probably take a look, and then casually boast.

Thinking like this, he took the manuscript. The first impression, this word is too bad, even not as good as what I wrote. At least he read books for several years when he was a child.

Curious about who wrote this word, Yang Fu looked up at Yang Chendong.

Yang Chendong gently forehead, motioned him to continue to look. Yang Fu was also curious about what kind of good things such words could write, so he looked down at the first page of paper. You couldn't extricate yourself.

The words are so ugly! There is no doubt about it.

But what I have to say is that the content is really wonderful. Just after reading two pages of paper, Yang Fu has a feeling that he can't stop. In particular, there are basically no people who know anything in it. All of them are in vernacular, so that he, who doesn't know anything, can see it very clearly.