"Bet... Bet something?"


    Yuwen Cheng was stunned. The expression on his face was a little confused. He seemed to want to try to understand the meaning of Jiang Fan''s sentence.


    "Yes, it''s hard to understand. Didn''t you come all the way from Jinling to Heyang city to compare poems with me? But don''t you think it''s strange? Why do you want to compare, I want to compare with you? If you don''t want some color, do I have any reason to compare with you?"


    Jiang Fanli said of course.


    "You... Do you know who the three of us are? Do you know how many people in Jinling want to discuss poetry with us! We came to Heyang city thousands of miles away and took the initiative to find you. You dare to ask!"


    Yuwen looked unbelievable.


    "Who you are has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with how big you are in Jinling. This is Heyang, not Jinling. It''s you who want to discuss poetry, not me. Since the primary and secondary relationship is so obvious, you can only follow my rules."


    While Jiang Fan was talking, he opened a chair and sat down.


    Lin Wanqing naturally stood behind him.


    And those who opposed the three young people also subconsciously stood on both sides of Jiang Fan.


    Several of these people have participated in the fujiangyuan poetry fair not long ago, so they recognized Jiang Fan at the first time and explained Jiang Fan''s identity to their companions.


    Unfortunately, none of them recognized Jiang Fan as the new city captain.


    However, Jiang Fan''s amazing talent at the fujiangyuan poetry Fair has been famous in the whole Heyang City, so at this time, these scholars who represent Heyang city are full of confidence in Jiang Fan.


    In particular, the two girls who obviously came from an official family were even more colorful when they looked at Jiang Fan.


    "Yuwen, don''t talk nonsense with him. Since he wants to gamble, let''s gamble with him! Anyway, he will lose! No matter what we gamble, we''ll make sure we don''t lose!"


    Facing the oldest of the three, he said impatiently.


    The man seemed to be in the dominant position among the three. As he opened his mouth, Yu Wencheng could only suppress his anger, although his face was full of irrecoverable anger.


    Bite your teeth and say, "OK! How do you want to bet!"


    "It''s very simple. I''m a layman. Let''s just gamble. I don''t pit you outsiders on the market price. A poem or a word is a universal price. You only accept money tickets from banks all over the world, and other banks are exempted. How about it?"


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    As for the idol burden after becoming a city captain... Since people have hit the door on their nose and face, why do you want the idol burden?


    Yu Wencheng became more angry.


    What is market price?! It''s not the first time you''ve done such a thing?! Gambling with poetry?! What a shame!


    Don''t pit US outsiders... Are we doing business with you?! That''s human talk!


    However, before Yu Wencheng could speak, the most old-fashioned one of the three interrupted again: "a poem with a hundred passes? Isn''t it too cheap? The poems written by the three of us are the favorite of the flower leaders of the red chamber in Jinling. It''s no exaggeration to say that there is a price without a market. Just a hundred passes... It''s a little out of hand."


    "Oh? I don''t know what price you want to bet, brother?"


    Jiang Fan''s eyes brightened and asked without rubbing his hands.


    The price of a hundred passes has been quite high. I didn''t expect that there are really better hammers than money mountain in this world?


    "Ten thousand passes, ten thousand passes for each poem. After the evaluation, the loser will be given to the winner. How about it?"


    Facing the most old-fashioned person, staring at Jiang Fan said.


    The voice fell, and the whole teahouse was filled with cold breath.


    Even the origin of Lu Xuezhen, a small rich family, was directly shocked. As for others, their performance was even worse.


    A glimmer of greed flashed in Dong Fangshu''s eyes, but he soon covered up the past.


    "Ten thousand? Are you sure?"


    Jiang Fan looked surprised.


    Does this man have too much money to spend? Ten thousand... In terms of purchasing power, it is equivalent to ten million in your own world.


    Bet 10 million on a poem, and those big bets in the movie are just like that, right?


    "I''m sure, but I don''t know... How dare you bet."


    The old-fashioned man squinted and said.


    "There''s nothing wrong with gambling, but... Do you have so many money tickets with you? If you don''t have money after gambling, pat your ass and walk away at that time, I can''t go back to Jinling to ask you for an account?"


    Jiang Fan asked curiously.


    Facing the old-fashioned man, he smiled and winked at Yuwen Cheng.


    Yu Wencheng reluctantly took out a cloth bag from his arms, and then took out several money tickets in the cloth bag.


    The largest Wanguan money ticket issued by Sihai bank!


    If you want to cash it, it is completely different from other money tickets.


    You need not only the money ticket, but also the consent of the depositor.


    A total of five, and in that cloth bag, in addition to the five Wanguan money tickets, there are some scattered money tickets of other denominations.


    "What a luxury... Are you not afraid of robbery with so much money?"


    Jiang Fan expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart.


    "In Dazhou, no one dares to rob the three of us. How about? Should these be enough?"


    He spoke to the old-fashioned young man.


    "I''m not sure if it''s enough. If you only want to compare five poems, it''s enough. But if you want to compare more... It shouldn''t be enough."


    Jiang Fan spread out his hands and told the truth.


    Facing the old-fashioned young man, he breathed and immediately said angrily, "I hope the quality of your poetry can be as sharp as your words!"


    "Don''t worry, you won''t be disappointed. In addition, the old man will evaluate the pros and cons of poetry?"


    Jiang Fan extended his finger to the only old man in the field and asked.


    "Yes, boss Chen''s accomplishments in poetry are very few in the whole Zhou Dynasty! They must be more fair than those old masters in Heyang city!"


    Yuwen Cheng took a step forward and said in a very blunt tone.


    "Well, how can I know if the old man will lie with his eyes open? I''ll write a poem later. If I''m better, but the old man says that yours is better than me without conscience, who can I talk to?"


    Jiang Fan asked.


    Before he finished, Chen ang, who had been sitting on the table drinking tea, knocked the cup in his hand on the table.


    "Young man! I have a good reputation all my life! You can''t slander it at will!"