After binding to the system, her full-level beauty shocked the entertainment industry

Climbing the stairs at the corner, Mo Zhiran followed the doorman's guidance to the third floor, which is the Pinxuan Building. The doorman said that all candidates who come to participate in the poetry competition need to sign up here.

Through the layers of gauze curtains, Mo Zhiran vaguely saw a slim man sitting in the room. The man was emaciated and looked very delicate and elegant from the outline of his back.

The doorman went in and made a quick announcement, and when he came out, he led Mo Zhiran inside.As he walked, he said, "The master allows you to come in, come with me."

Little Mantong glanced at Mo Zhiran impatiently.His movements were a little rough, and he was a little impatient when lifting the curtain.

These days, because his owner insists on posting the poetry call notice in the busiest part of the market, no one dares to come to their store to apply.The threshold of his Pinxuan Building is almost broken, but so far, the shop owner has not been able to choose a poem worthy of it.

He said it was all in vain. All the best poets in the capital were already in their selection building, so how could there be any other treasures in the ocean?

The master's move must have been in vain.

But the owner didn't listen to him and insisted on posting the notice, which caused his daily workload to increase sharply.

Moreover, these scholars did not have much talent, but they had a lot of airs. The first few scholars saw him as just a doorman and took the opportunity to humiliate him, which made him very angry.

The one who is applying now is probably the same as those talented people.

Mo Zhiran didn't know the little cute boy's previous experience, but he could feel the vague hostility on the doorman, but he somehow didn't know where the hostility came from.

But I never imagined that I had suffered an unreasonable disaster from someone else.

Passing through those thin gauze curtains, Mo Zhiran gradually saw the interior clearly. This room was obviously more spacious than the rooms he just passed by, and the decoration was more elegant. The furniture here revealed an indescribable atmosphere. The luster of the words is different from the cheap furniture in other places in Pinxuan Building. The furniture here seems to be of higher quality.

At this time, the doorman saw him looking around and reminded him impatiently, "Be careful where you step. The things Master has here are priceless. You can't afford to pay for breaking one."

A few days ago, a scholar who knocked over a vase came here and asked to compensate them, but after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't even get half a penny out. In the end, his master gave him some money.The man even licked his face and said that he was a scholar and a distinguished guest. It was just a bottle. It was just some vulgar things and it was no big deal.

He also taught him not to value material things too much.

If his master hadn't been present and he was always polite to literati, he would have fallen out with him on the spot.A bottle is nothing, so take out the money.

Thinking of this doorman, he continued to sulk.

The doorman just confirmed Mo Zhiran's thoughts. Sure enough, this shop owner is not an ordinary person.

Just then, I heard a cold voice coming from inside the gauze curtain, "Qingfeng, how do you talk to your guests? How do I usually teach you?"

Although the voice was stern, almost like scolding, it still could not conceal the beauty of the voice, just like a cello of excellent quality.

"Master...Master..." The little doorman who had just been scolded by the shopkeeper lowered his head involuntarily, and tangled his hands together feeling very guilty.It looked like he had great respect for the owner of this shop.

Although he had many thoughts in his heart, he did not dare to speak back and defend himself in front of his master.

"I know you're afraid of breaking things. It's a good thing to cherish things, but you can't neglect your guests."

"Okay, Master, I understand." After the little doorman finished speaking aggrievedly, he exited the room.

Mo Zhiran felt that it was unnecessary, and the little doorman didn't say anything more, just reminded him.

"He's just afraid of breaking something, it doesn't matter." Mo Zhiran couldn't help but defend the doorman who had left.

She thought that maybe by saying these two words, she could avoid other punishments from the doorman.

The shopkeeper then lifted up the gauze curtain and walked out from behind the curtain. Only then did Mo Zhiran see the true face of the person inside. She originally thought that the person who was as thin as the ancient statue must be a woman, but she didn't expect that it was a man.

And his face is as delicate as his bones, just like the kind of character that jumped out of Two-dimensional, with immortal wind and Taoist bones.

The two looked at each other for a few times, and the shopkeeper spoke first, "That's just the way he is, and I don't intend to punish him."

The shop owner was also a smart man, and he could tell at a glance that Mo Zhiran was trying to excuse the doorman.

Mo Zhiran was relieved.

The shop owner stretched out his hand and politely pointed to the mahogany chair opposite, "Sit down. Are you here to apply?"

Mo Zhiran nodded and silently took out the poem she had prepared.

The shop owner didn't say much anymore. He took a volume of poetry manuscript from Mo Zhiran's hand and started reading it. It seemed that the shop owner was also a person who didn't like to talk.

When I first started reading, the shopkeeper didn't have much of an expression. After watching for a while, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip when he held the test manuscript. Then he seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and couldn't take his eyes away from the rest. After reading all the poems below, when he looked up from the poems with unfinished thoughts, the nerves on his face had completely changed and turned into an obvious shock.

"Did you write all these poems?"

Mo Zhiran's face turned red. Actually, no, these were all written by the great poets of the Tang Dynasty. He just recited them.He is not a producer of poetry, but a carrier of poetry.

But making money is the most important thing at the moment, and this is a system, not the real world, and there are no copyright issues involved.

So he said, "He is a distant relative of mine."

Hearing this, the shop owner hurriedly asked, "Who is a distant relative? Can you bring him here? I will treat him like a distinguished guest!"

When Mo Zhiran heard this, he knew something was up, but he had already expected this result before he stepped into the store. After all, he had memorized the poems of all the most famous poets in the Tang Dynasty. That was an experience. Who would not like and be shocked by such poems, which are cultural masterpieces that have been accumulated over thousands of years?

Mo Zhiran shook her head, "I can't help it, that relative of mine has passed away."

There is nothing wrong with what Mo Zhiran said. Indeed, the poems written by some poets make people feel very friendly, as if they have known each other for a long time or have a deep blood connection. Why are they not considered distant relatives?

Moreover, these great poets have passed away long ago, but their poems, as another kind of memory, will still live in people's hearts forever.

The shopkeeper's face immediately showed a look of sadness, and he sighed, "Really... That's such a pity."

"Brother, these poems you have in your hand are really exquisite. I dare say that all the poems in Pinxuan Tower combined are not as good as one of the poems in your hand."

"Brother, are you really willing to sell all these things to me?" There was an excited look in the shopkeeper's eyes.

Before Mo Zhiran could answer, the shop owner continued, "If you can sell them all to me, I'm willing to pay 10 times the application price to buy them."

ten times!Mo Zhiran was shocked. What he brought to Pinxuanlou this time was 10 poems. When he applied, the price was five poems per poem. If it were ten times that, it would be 50 poems per poem and 10 poems for 500 poems.He had already earned half of his target price in one fell swoop.

Such a good deal must be done.

The moment she saw Mo Zhiran's confirmed nod, the small fire in her eyes burned even more intensely.

"Okay, let's make the deal." As if he was afraid that Mo Zhiran would regret it, the shopkeeper hurriedly took off the money bag made of gold thread from his waist, took out 500 yuan worth of money, and handed it all to Mo Zhiran.

Then he carefully put the poem manuscript into the nanmu box next to him.

"If you have similar poems, you can bring them to me, and I will definitely give you a price you are satisfied with. From now on, we are old friends. Believe me, no one on this Chang'an Street can Give me a higher price than I would.”

It seemed that the shop owner was determined to start a price war. In order to prevent others from snatching the poems away, he first offered an olive branch to Mo Zhiran.

The clear meaning of this is that no matter how much others pay, I will definitely pay higher than him.

Is this the consciousness of being a wealthy person?

"Besides, do you need to make money now?"

The shop owner was very smart, Mo Zhiran. He knew it from the beginning, so he didn't hide it and nodded.

"That's good, you can stay at my place first. We have a gathering here every evening. All the literati will gather here to exchange calligraphy and paintings. Some will even spend a lot of money to buy them. When the time comes, you will also write your own poems as posts. It will definitely fetch a good price.”

The shopkeeper was worthy of being a shopkeeper, and he immediately solved his financial difficulties.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Mo Zhiran wanted to stay and give it a try.

He asked the shopkeeper to give him a room for writing, and the shopkeeper readily agreed.

It seemed that after buying some of his poems, the shop owner felt very happy.

After arriving at the independent room, the shopkeeper brought him some pens, ink, paper and inkstones, ordered the attendants around him to take care of the guest, and then went about his own business.

Mo Zhiran calmed down alone. When he was in the room, he suddenly realized that this was actually a system. It had to be said that the simulation level of the system was really high. He almost thought that the shop owner was a real person, because he Every expression and every sentence is very real, and there are no logical loopholes.

Just now he almost thought that the shopkeeper was really an ancient man who was fond of poetry, a real person.

Only then did I suddenly realize that this was all in the system.

The white light curtain rising slowly in front of him once again confirmed this point.

On the light screen, the black digital writing is very clear.

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