blue shirt oath

Chapter 294: I Bet on Myself

"Hmm." Song Guichen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, I just understand, understand."

Zhu Lingyi smiled: "Miss Song's thoughts are indeed different from others."

Before he had time to ask Song Guichen why he "understood", he suddenly heard a person behind him sneer arrogantly, and a domineering voice came:

"Go, give me 1000 taels! In this scientific examination, my young master must be at the top of the gold list!"

It's not uncommon for candidates to bet on the No. [-] Scholar, but it's true that there are no candidates who are so proud and openly say that the first place must be their own.

Everyone's eyes were attracted.

I saw a young gentleman in a fine attire holding a folding fan, instructing the servants behind him to hang a wooden plaque on the wall in front of Yan Ying.

As a result, the wooden signs they brought ranked first.

Everyone took a closer look, and there were two big gilt characters engraved on the wooden sign:

Ren Yi.

The name was so unfamiliar, everyone looked at Ren Yi's master and servant, very curious about their origins.

Zhu Lingyi put on a smile and said to the young master, "So it's Mr. Ren, I've admired him for a long time."

Ren Yi gave Zhu Lingyi a sideways glance: "You are the owner of Fanlou?"

"Exactly." Zhu Lingyi explained kindly, "Fanlou's rules, once the gambling money is invested, winning or losing is determined by God. If you lose, Fanlou will not refund it. You might as well break up the money and don't put it all in one basket. ..."

Before Zhu Lingyi finished speaking, Ren Yi seemed to have heard some joke, and laughed loudly: "Master, I can't afford to lose this 1000 taels!"

"It's not that Mr. Ren is generous, it's just that the amount of funds is huge after all. In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Mr. Ren needs to sign Fan Lou's agreement on betting on the champion."

As Zhu Lingyi said, someone had already brought a pen and ink agreement, brought a small table and set it up on the spot, as if if Ren Yi didn't sign it, they would not accept the 1000 taels.

Seeing this scene, Ren Yi couldn't help laughing: "As expected of the No. [-] restaurant in the capital, everything is done without leaking water! I just sign it!"

As he spoke, he took the pen dipped in ink from the servant girl's hand, and with a flick of the pen, he wrote his name on a piece of paper. Then he threw the pen away, and with a "swish", he unfolded the folding fan in his hand, leisurely. Fanned a few.

The word "Yi" has many strokes, and Ren Yi wrote several strokes out of line.

Gu Yi watched from the side, and couldn't help laughing to himself, this stupefied young man, who can't even write his own name well, still wants to take the No. [-] Scholar exam?
Watching the maid in Fanlou carefully put away the agreement he had just signed, Ren Yi recalled, frowned and said, "What do you mean, do you believe that the young master can win the first name of Chunwei this time?"

Zhu Lingyi smiled and explained to Ren Yi that it's not that he doesn't believe that he can't get the first place, but just to protect his rights and interests.

Crowd: ...

Gu Ziying leaned against Song Guichen's ear, and said with a low laugh, "I'm afraid this person is not a fool."

Song Guichen smiled and thought: "Speaking of which, I also want to bet on the champion."

"Who are you betting on, Brother Du?"

"No, take care of Brother Gu."

Gu Ziying showed a playful smile: "Sister Song, you can't do this. Brother Du will be pissed to death if he knows that you are betting on my third brother and not on him."

"I only bet on the odds of winning." Song Guichen replied with a serious face.

"Then how much are you going to bet?"

Song Guichen frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Well, how much money have I saved in the bank now?"

The share of her book sales has always been managed by Ziying, and the money she earns is directly deposited into the bank by Ziying. Apart from occasionally taking some out for daily use, she really didn't pay attention to how much she had.

Gu Ziying looked at Song Guichen like an idiot, but she still counted with her fingers:

"Since the printing of "Tang Poetry Notes" last year, the name Xi Qingchen has long been known in Hangzhou. The sales of the few books you sent me later are very good. I almost deposit 800 to [-] yuan in the bank every month. It doesn't wait for taels of silver, so if you calculate it, it should be several thousand taels."

"Three thousand and four hundred taels."

Beside him, Gu Xingzhi suddenly made a sound, which made Song Guichen tremble in fright.

"Three thousand 230!! So much?"

Gu Xingzhi: "If you had listened to me earlier, engraved books for yourself, and didn't let Qin Youtang take half of the profits, you should have earned more."

Song Guichen smirked and said, "That's enough, that's enough, that's enough."

Then he said loudly: "Then I will also bet 1000 taels, and I will bet that Big Brother Gu will be the champion!"

The attention of everyone who was still on Ren Yi's side was attracted by her shout.

Du Qingshan: "..."

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