Chapter 34 Power is the best passport in the world

Chapter 34 Power is the best passport in the world

"Young Master... you are very unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?" The maid was stunned for a moment, then asked while welcoming him to the table.

"I heard my friend had a good time," Zhao Duan happily took his seat.

"Amway?" The maid was confused.

"Ahem, it's just a recommendation." Zhao Duan decided to shock the people of the other world with a little old joke.

"Oh...ohhh."

Generally speaking, first-time visitors to such places are mostly introduced by friends, but there are also individual visitors.

After everyone was surprised, they all looked away, but no one recognized his identity.

Not surprisingly, Zhao Duan rose to prominence within a year and became very famous. However, there was no Internet in this era. Most people in the capital had only heard of the empress by name but never met her in person.

"Thank you." Zhao Duan took his seat and thanked the maid who handed him a fruit plate and wine.

The latter was immediately elated, his cheeks flushed, he came over and whispered:

"If my lady doesn't want to entertain guests, my slaves can also serve them overnight... Well, there is no charge."

After saying that, he twisted his hips and walked away.

Next to him, a fat-headed drinker with pointed ears and bright eyes raised his hand to grab the maid's hand and said with a smile: "Is Miss Zhu'er also entertaining guests? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The maid withdrew her hand with a fake smile on her face and bowed Yingyingfu:
"What this young master is talking about, Zhu'er doesn't understand."

Drinker:…

Zhao Duan:......

Okay, good-looking people always have some privileges.

For a while, the sound of the piano continued, and the guests at several tables nearby looked at him with deep jealousy in their eyes.

Zhao Duan remained calm and drank by himself.

The current session is probably the warm-up stage, where the drinkers are chatting with each other.

Sitting next to him was an independent traveler who came alone. He was about twenty-five or six. He was dressed as a standard scholar, but his family background was average, and his demeanor was a little reserved.

Well, I should be a newbie in Fengyue Field.

Seeing that Zhao Duan was also a "newcomer", he felt friendly and took the initiative to say:

"I have a student in the lower capital whose surname is Dong. May I ask what my brother is called?"

Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows and returned the courtesy with a smile:

"Zhao."

Neither of them said their full names, retaining just the right amount of decency.

Scholar Dong said enviously:

"Brother Zhao has an outstanding demeanor. When he first entered the house, Pearl recommended himself as a pillow, which is really admirable."

No...how do you make such a serious statement about something like this...Scholars are really boring...Zhao Duan said with shame:

"That's ridiculous... Brother Dong, is he a regular customer here?"

Shusheng Dong shook his head: "This is the second time. I am not a womanizer, but last time I invited a classmate and said that Miss Xiaoya was the daughter of a former official of the Qing Dynasty. She was full of poetry. Shu is a talented girl from the capital, and Brother Yu fell in love with her at first sight."

After a pause, he said with a slight regret: "It's a pity that Miss Xiaoya only receives one person at a time, and she doesn't care about appearance and money, but only loves talented people.

Brother Yu's poems are not outstanding. He failed to do what he wanted last time and spent the whole night discussing poetry with him. This time he regrouped and was ready to fight again. "

The implication:
Although you are good-looking, this is a show for cultural people. Money and looks are of no use. What is competing is talent.

Good guy... what you said makes my blood boil... Zhao Duan said sincerely: "Then I wish Brother Dong success."

Not to mention that his purpose tonight was not pure, even if it was to obtain information, he never thought about having to work as hard as these scholars and follow the so-called talent competition rules.

Although there are countless splendid articles left by his ancestors in his mind, Zhao Duan can copy one of them at will, which can overwhelm the capital and make his name passed down through the ages.

But there is no need to waste such a good thing on such an occasion.

"Even if my poems are used, they must be used to lick the empress, and at last they should be used to lick other important people, so that they will not be wasted randomly!"

Zhao Duan has his own backbone.

When Shusheng Dong saw that he had no intention of fighting, he smiled and became more kind. The two clinked glasses of wine and said with a wry smile:

"However, it is not easy to win tonight. Did you see the one opposite? He is a student of the Imperial Academy. He is quite good at poetry. The people he usually associates with are Han Zou, Wang You, Zhang Changshuo and other talented people.

I didn't expect that I would come here. I'm afraid Brother Yu will also be in trouble tonight. "

A talented man who knew Zhang Changshuo?
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man sitting opposite him. He was chatting with the people next to him, his face full of confidence.

Seeing Zhao Duan looking over, he also looked over and nodded slightly towards him, but there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

He didn't seem to feel any threat from Zhao Duan.

Quite confident... Zhao Duan smiled, thinking that he would let you know what reality is in the world later.

At this time, the song was played, and behind the screen, a beautiful woman walked out. She was indeed an outstanding beauty.

She has pink face and peach cheeks, half-exposed shoulders, and a wisp of tulle on her chest, looming.

Especially our ladylike temperament adds a lot of color.

At this time, his wonderful eyes swept across the table. When he saw Zhao Duan's appearance, he was slightly stunned, but he quickly moved away.

Well, this is called professionalism.

As a host, you must treat everyone equally and not let your guests feel that they favor one over another.

If you lose in a talent competition, you will be convinced and will not feel resentful.

But if we treat them differently, the place will not be able to survive.

At this time, Zhao Duan somewhat believed Dong Shusheng's words. On the surface, this Xiaoya did not value appearance and money.

At least, you can't show it and displease the guests.

"Thank you all, gentlemen, for coming to Qinglian Xiaozhu tonight..."

Xiaoya started with a smile, and then started a series of mini games. Drinking orders, poetry comparisons, couplet competitions, drinking wine... occasionally mixed with jokes, songs and dances.

It was obviously just a small venue, but the atmosphere was quite good. The ambiguous atmosphere was neither too strong nor too light, just right.

Even the bored and nervous Scholar Dong was well taken care of.

He is a talent... Zhao Duan commented silently, thinking that it was not his fault that Zhang Changji had been obsessed with the military for more than half a year, he did have some tricks.

It's a pity that it's just a trick to coax men.

The development that followed was just as Dong Shusheng said. The talented scholar from the Imperial Academy quickly stood out. He could read poems and couplets, and he was good at making jokes and drinking. He became the most handsome kid in the room.

Dong Shusheng tried to challenge him several times, but was beaten to a pulp by the opponent and ran away with his face covered.

The gap in strength is too big. It's not because Xiao Dong doesn't work hard, it's because the enemy is too powerful!
As for Zhao Duan, he was low-key and inconspicuous throughout the whole process. Gradually, no one paid attention to him. Even Xiaoya looked at him with a hint of disappointment.

Soon, the night was getting dark and it was time to reach the last stage.

Xiaoya left the show to take a bath because she was tired. The maid named Zhuer said:

"The last scene, with the theme of 'Gate', asks all the gentlemen to write a poem. After my lady reviews it, I will invite one to stay overnight."

Then, start giving paper and pens to everyone’s desk.

Shusheng Dong looked depressed and held a wilted pen. Except for the talented man, the rest of the guests were also in a lack of interest.

"What's wrong with Brother Dong? You can do it all in one go?" Zhao Duan asked.

Shusheng Dong smiled bitterly and shook his head, completely losing his fighting spirit:

"Brother Zhao, why do you need to ridicule me? He must be the guest tonight. You and I, as well as the others, are all green leaves. Alas, why are we not as talented as others? What can we do?"

Zhao Duan smiled:

"You're here, you have to give it a try. What if Brother Dong's poems touch Miss Xiaoya's heart?"

"That's true..." Although Shusheng Dong didn't have much confidence, he came here and still thought hard about it.

Then he saw Zhao Duan next to him, picking up a pen, brushing, hastily scribbling a few large characters on the paper, and then folded the paper.

"Uh, what did Brother Zhao write? It's not poetry."

Shusheng Dong was stunned for a moment. The main reason was that Zhao Duan wrote too quickly. How could there be a poem with so few words?

"Just making up the numbers." Zhao Duan smiled without explaining.

Shusheng Dong didn't think much about it. He had already seen that the man next to him was a good-looking man. He had an empty stomach and concentrated on thinking hard for a long time before he started writing.

When the time was up, the maid began to collect the poems one by one and sent them to the back house for Xiaoya to choose.

The rest of the people sat and waited. The Imperial Academy students looked like they had a chance to win and had already begun to warm up, while a few who felt there was no hope had already stood up and left.

Dong Shusheng refused to give up and continued to hold on. Looking at Zhao Duan's calm demeanor, he couldn't help but be curious:

"Brother Zhao, won't you leave first?"

"Why should I leave?" Zhao Duan smiled.

Shusheng Dong choked, thinking that whoever wins can't be you. You didn't even write a poem, you just wrote a name.

At this moment, footsteps rushed into the back house, and the maid Zhuer looked anxious. As soon as she entered the door, her eyes were fixed on Zhao Duan.

"Miss Zhu'er, can your young lady wait in the back house? I will go there now..." The impressive Imperial Academy student stood up.

However, the next second, Zhuer said with an apologetic look:

"Master Li, wait a moment, my lady has invited someone else."

Mr. Li's smile froze, in disbelief.

He didn't think anyone in the field could write better poems than himself.

The other guests were shocked and straightened their backs. They did not expect an unexpected surprise.

When Shusheng Dong saw Zhu'er walking straight towards him, his heart beat like a drum. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself, thinking that he had been selected.

really! Brother Zhao is right, what if?
However, the next second, Zhu'er passed by Dong Shusheng and walked up to Zhao Duan. She said respectfully and humbly, even with fear:

"Mr. Zhao, please follow your servant to the back house."

The whole place fell silent.

Shusheng Dong looked confused and looked at "Brother Zhao" beside him in astonishment, his mind filled with questions.

He was very sure that Zhao Duan didn't write any poems at all.

Damn it...is this really a world based on looks?

But Miss Xiaoya never cares about appearance... Shusheng Dong couldn't understand.

"Thank you." After Zhao Duan was full of wine and food, Shi Shiran stood up, glanced at Xiaodong, suddenly raised his hand and patted his shoulder comfortingly, saying:
"Xiaoya is not attracted by my appearance. Choose mine.”

Shusheng Dong was confused: "Why is that..."

Zhao Duan smiled incomprehensibly: "The theme of the poem is 'door', so how to get to the closed door?"

Scholar Dong's eyes were eager: "How?"

Zhao Duan chuckled lightly, turned around and left, leaving only one light word: "Brother Dong, you have to remember that power is the best passport in the world."

Hey, who wants to compete with you guys who are obsessed with studying?

Isn’t it simpler and more effective to clear the way with identity?
Just as Dong Shusheng guessed, he only wrote his name on that piece of paper.

Zhao Duan.

Three words are enough.

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ps: Considering the continuity of the plot, today’s two chapters are posted together.

Thanks to the ghost doctor for the reward of 10,000 points! Promoted to the first Dharma protector in this book, okay?

(End of chapter)