Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 9 Opportunity to become famous
The middle-aged man looked at Jia Qiong blankly. Before he could react, the old man was already stroking his hands and laughing.

"Hahaha, Xiao Tanyue's skill is really wonderful. The old Taoist has brought the dead back to life."

Only then did the middle-aged man react and quickly looked at the chessboard, only to see that the situation on the board had reversed.

Although the veteran Bai Zi was about to be eaten off a piece at the corner, he formed a counter-attack situation. The sword pointed at the large sunspot in his middle, which was like a dragon-slaying trend.

And if he gives up the attack to save the center, the corner will become passive again, and will be eaten up instead.

The middle-aged man thought hard for a long time but couldn't think of a way to solve it. He glanced at Jia Qiong displeasedly and said, "A true gentleman watches chess without speaking."

Jia Qiong pointed to his mouth and waved his hand to indicate that he was not speaking.

The middle-aged man was rendered speechless by him, and his face was almost turning green with anger.

Jia Qiong then said leisurely: "Is it okay to make assumptions about whether something happens without seeing it with your own eyes and hearing it with your ears?"

Just now the middle-aged man ridiculed him for speaking arrogantly, but he now countered that he made unreasonable comments.

If it hadn't been for that move just now, the middle-aged man might not have bothered to pay attention to the little brat Jia Qiong, just thinking that he was unconvinced and talking big words.

But Jia Qiong's series of performances just now aroused the middle-aged man's interest.

He secretly thought that this young man was so smart and well-spoken that he could really memorize thousands of poems.

So the middle-aged man asked: "Are you sure you can memorize all the poems here?"

Jia Qiong said confidently: "Of course."

The middle-aged man asked with a straight face: "In that case, I would like to give you a test. Do you dare to agree?"

Jia Qiong smiled slightly: "Why don't you dare to do this, but I can't let Ni Bai take the exam. I have to add some bonuses."

The middle-aged man said nonchalantly: "What's so difficult about this? If I can't fail you, how about losing you a hundred taels of silver?"

Jia Qiong shook her head disdainfully: "I'm here to read, not to make money."

As a middle-aged man, he became even more interested in Jia Qiong when he saw that he was not interested in a hundred taels of silver.

"Oh, what jackpot do you want?"

"As I said just now, I want to find some rare and unique books to read. If you have any in your store, just lend them to me."

The reason why Jia Qiong doesn't want silver is not because he thinks a hundred taels of silver is not good, but because he wants to take this opportunity to become famous.

100 taels of silver is not a small sum of money. It is definitely enough for ordinary people to live without worries for several years, but it is insignificant compared to his future.

Jia Qiong suddenly realized that this was his opportunity just now, so he took the next action.

This middle-aged man is the owner of this store. In this era, all big businessmen have profound backgrounds.

This Wen Huazhai is the largest bookstore in Shenjing. Can its owner be an ordinary person?

And those who can do the book business are basically unlikely to be nobles, and nine out of ten are civil servants.

Because many scholars are dissatisfied with Xungui. If they knew which Xungui was behind the bookstore, they would probably not patronize this store again.

Thinking about it this way, this middle-aged man's identity is probably the descendant of a current big shot.

Even if not, the family behind him must have considerable influence among scholars.

To take a step back, even if Jia Qiong guessed wrong, the few scholars who heard the commotion and gathered around to watch the excitement would spread today's incident.

Therefore, Jia Qiong must seize this opportunity to make a name for himself and establish his image as a child prodigy who values ​​profits over culture.

This will be an important step for him to downplay his noble status and become a scholar.

He must establish his character, showing not only the vitality of young people, but also the gentlemanly demeanor of a scholar.

Next it’s time to test your acting skills!

The middle-aged man glanced at Jia Qiong unexpectedly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Okay, let's make a deal."

"Qingsong, give me a book from the poetry collection." The middle-aged man asked the servant beside him to bring him a book. This was "The Collection of Wang Jiangning".

He opened a page at random, glanced at it and said: "Wang Changling, "The Song of Saixia""

Naturally, this did not trouble Jia Qiong, who immediately recited it.

"Drinking horses across the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sun has not gone down on the flat sand, and I can see Lintao..."

The middle-aged man opened another page: "Wang Changling, "Seven Poems on the Military March"."

"The Baichi Tower in the west of Beacon City, the sea breeze and autumn alone at dusk..."

The Seven Songs of March on the Army are actually seven poems with a total of 28 sentences, but Jia Qiong still recited them word for word.

The middle-aged man saw that Jia Qiong couldn't resist this book, so he asked someone to get another one, flipped through a few pages and picked out a relatively uncommon song.

"Kou Zhun, "He Qian Tao?"

"What will happen to the general and prime minister's success and fame? He can't bear the rush and rushes around. Why do you need to ask about everything in the world? Just go to the bottle and listen to the erotic songs."

"Song Qi, "Falling Flowers?"

"Visitors from across the sea burst into tears when they return home, while people from Zhangtai remove their bones and leave behind their fragrance. Maybe they have no intention of passing on the two butterflies, and they spend all their hearts and honey chambers."

This is a collection of Song poems. The poems in it are not widely circulated, but they still can't stop Jia Qiong.

This time, the middle-aged man simply refused to let the clerk take the book. He went to the bookshelf to search for questions, and the questions he asked became more and more uncommon.

"Jiang Jie, "Yan Gui Liang·Fenglian"."

"I dreamed that spring in the Tang Palace was late, and the dance was coming, and when the train was being dragged..."

……

As time went by, twenty or thirty customers came to buy books on the second floor.

They were all attracted by this novel scene. They gathered around to watch the excitement and whispered to each other from time to time.

"Do you know this poem?"

"I've never heard of it."

"Me too."

"I don't even know who Jiang Jie is."

The questions asked by the middle-aged man were becoming more and more unfamiliar. Many of the onlookers had never heard of them, but Jia Qiong recited them smoothly, which made them marvel.

"What song is this?"

"I can't count, there must be almost 100 songs."

"I remember, it's the 108th song!"

This was one of the three scholars who were on the second floor from the beginning. They had noticed this confrontation since the middle-aged man started to educate Jia Qiong.

Later, the audience learned the cause and effect from their mouths, and now they were all watching with gusto.

"This young man is really amazing. I have basically never read the following poems."

"I have never heard of most of these poems. They are too unfamiliar."

"Me too, even if I heard it, I still can't recite it."

"Whose boy is this? He is a true prodigy!"

As Jia Qiong recited another extremely rare Yuefu poem, the middle-aged man put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf, but did not take anything else.

He had never read some of the poems that Jia Qiong recited just now, but Jia Qiong could recite them smoothly and every word was correct. Now he no longer thinks that Jia Qiong is exaggerating.

"He can really memorize all the poems here. This young man must have a photographic memory!"

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