I Became an Anonymous Boss

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red, hehe..." The maid wrapped her fingers around her hair.

Lan Xiangxue was suddenly a little envious, just listening to this line of poetry, she could imagine the red cheeks and distressed expression of the girl in the peach blossom forest under the reflection of the pink peach blossoms.

"Young master is actually a great poet." Lan Xiangxue couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, she just felt that the young master's back suddenly became far away. Too many poets are poor and down-to-earth professions, but poets are also extremely romantic professions, just like the young master. A chic chivalrous man who can wield a sword and write poems with a brush, is unparalleled in both civil and military skills... It really makes her, a girl who only knows how to kill, feel a little embarrassed.

"It's more than just poetry?" Tao Hong shook her head and said, "Young master's words are even more powerful... You know that the words that are sung day and night by the Qinhuai River in Jinling are all written by the young master. For a few words, almost crazy pursuit."

"As long as the son is willing, his reputation will spread far and wide. On the banks of the Qinhuai River, there are countless colorful boats and flower boats. Those masters and oirans all want to recommend themselves as pillows, just to ask for a line of his poems..."Yu Linling: Chilling Cicadas Are Desolate" It has been sung from Jinling to Luoyang City, how many people have cried."

"His poems have long been sung in the fireworks and wine alleys of Jinling and Luoyang. From the first "Bu Suanzi Not Love Fengchen", it has been out of control." Yan Qixia frowned slightly when she said this. I don't like Shirataki writing lyrics for those prostitutes.

... Copying words doesn't work either.

Chapter 39 This is called professional

Bu Suanzi is not a lover of prostitution.

... If you get mountain flowers all over your head, don't ask where the slaves will go.

Even a knight-errant, a wealthy daughter, or even an assassin walking in the shadows are familiar with this line of poetry.

Poems are not more awkward, but more gorgeous, and catchy affixes will make the poems spread more widely.

Such a poem is enough to stir up a state and spread throughout the provincial capitals of Daqin.

Although Daqin established the country with military force, it has been 300 years since the founding of the country. With economic development, cultural innovation, and people's prosperity, it has gradually entered a prosperous age.

When the basic needs of clothing, food, housing and transportation are met, the pursuit of spiritual food naturally begins, and the culture develops rapidly, just like the Tang poetry and Song Ci.

When Lan Xiangxue listened to this verse, her eyes were a little dazed for a while.

She recalled that the son was sitting in the mountain temple watching the rain fall from the eaves, listening to the wind and rain, singing softly.

Even if it is to replace the sharp sword in his hand with a white paper fan and a wolf hair brush, it is so appropriate.

She suddenly thought that when she entered the courtyard just now, she saw Yan Qixia reading a piece of paper.

"Yan...girl, is that the piece of paper you just looked at?"

"You are astute, this is the poem that the young master copied a month ago." Yan Qixia spread the paper on the desk: "It was originally written on a paper fan, and it was given to an old scholar. When I found out, I planned to buy the paper fan back, but it was a step too late, and it is said that students from Beiyou Academy have bought it now... I only got this handwritten copy."

The maid also leaned over to look curiously.

"Tixi Forest Wall" - Viewed horizontally as mountains and sideways as peaks, the distance and height are different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because I am in this mountain.

"Wonderful." Xiao Taohong blurted out.

"You're not a cat, you meow meow when you see poems." Yan Qixia gave her a white look.

"Young master's poems are wonderful." Xiao Taohong stuck out her tongue, "I can understand them clearly, but when you read them carefully, they are even more graceful."

"The authorities are obsessed with the onlookers." The more Lan Xiangxue reads, the more she likes this poem. She doesn't know why, but she just tastes it and finds it catchy.

"My lord can really write anything, you can write graceful words, you can write bold poems, you can even write philosophical poems..." The maid sighed: "It's too powerful, no, it's not enough to describe it , What great poets, all together are not enough for my young master to hit with one hand."

"It's copying." Yan Qixia corrected a sentence, but couldn't help laughing.

"Hmm! It is said that the young master also wrote a travel note, which seems to be written when he went to Chibi, but this Chibi Fu seems to be..."

When Xiao Taohong said this, her expression froze slightly.

"It was monopolized and snatched away, and no one saw it." Yan Qixia picked up the boiling water and made tea again, her movements were unhurried, but there was a strong displeasure in her words: "That bitch... ..."

"Bichi?" Lan Xiangxue tilted her head.

"My lord said that this is a slang term, specifically to scold women who are indiscreet." Tao Hong explained.

"What happened to that bitch?"

"Stolen some of the young master's famous articles, and even pestered the young master to write a few poems for her."

"Hmm..." Lan Xiangxue stopped talking, she was a little envious.

"It's not something to be envied. This woman is self-inflicted and reckless, and in the end she can only end up leaving sadly." Yan Qixia snorted, her words were both displeased and happy.

Lan Xiangxue realized that this topic was not a good one.

She was very smart and had already noticed that this woman might be the 'second person' who hadn't been mentioned before, but she didn't ask.

So he actively changed the subject.

"My lord, don't you often write poems and lyrics?"

"Very few. In the past, I would take part in some literature fairs, lantern festivals, guess lantern riddles... and occasionally write two poems praising women in the world of mortals, but gradually I stopped going." Yan Qixia also said with some nostalgia .

"Why don't you go?"

"Because writing poems can't save the people of Daqin."

Yan Qixia replied lightly.

Lan Xiangxue couldn't understand.

"Young master once said..."

"Poetry can neither reveal the darkness of the world, nor provide guidelines for governing the country, but only entertains everything."

"Poems and songs are given to wealthy families and to the powerful class. They are not only to cultivate sentiment, but also an important indicator of division from the lower class."

"No matter in any era, the contradiction between classes is always the fundamental obstacle to the progress of civilization, and it is also the driving force to promote social reform."

"Social progress requires institutional reform, ideological emancipation, economic development, and technological revolution. These are not what poetry can provide."

"The more you sing poems, the more you discover the limits of poets, the more you see the cruelty of 'the rich man's wine and meat stinks, and the road has frozen bones'... In the end, the stories written in poems are my own stories, personal ones. The story is not the story of the world."

"So... so what if you write it, so what if you don't write it."

Yan Qixia, who finished singing, regarded this passage as the bible.

"I really want that group of sour literati and corrupt officials to listen carefully to these words of the young master."

The maid smiled and said: "They don't understand what the young master is saying. I'm afraid you are the only one who can understand the meaning of these words. You, economics, finance and so on... The content that the young master occasionally said is completely out of date. not understand."

"Then let's not talk about it."

Yan Qixia shook her head lightly, she took a sip of her tea, and said that she actually didn't know much about finance and economics, which involved macro-control, market effects, leverage principles, Nash equilibrium... Thinking about it gave me a headache, as if Bringing the ancient knowledge thousands of years later to this era, she only needs to learn a little superficially and apply it mechanically, and she can beat all the wealthy businessmen in the Great Qin to the ground.

Economics pays attention to a preemptive opportunity, whoever can occupy the market first will be able to obtain enough profits.

In all fairness, Yan Qixia doesn't think she is a qualified businessman, her business acumen is very limited.

But the young master is so miraculous that he has placed an unsuitable person in this position and made her sit so securely.

She needs knowledge for knowledge, products for products, models for models, and she has enough support. As long as Yan Qixia is willing, she can easily grasp the economic lifeline of a state and start a comprehensive market monopoly.

Holding countless wealth codes in her hand, money is just a number to her, and she can ravage her peers as much as she wants.

Several books record the crystallization of wisdom of countless scholars for more than ten centuries.

All this is hidden in those few books, placed on the table in the study.

But tell it, who would believe it?

But even though the young master gave her so much, Yan Qixia still couldn't see through him, including this time.

She didn't think that Lan Xiangxue just met Bai Taki in an ordinary way and was rescued by him.

All the young master's actions seem to be unconstrained, but in fact they hide deep meanings.

He traveled around and formed a lot of good relationships. Inadvertently, he has connected a huge network of relationships. Many people, including Yan Qixia, are in this big network.

Every walk, every trip, will weave more complex patterns for this huge network.

Yan Qixia will take the initiative to collect information about the young master, and other people will do the same. With the young master's whereabouts as the core, these people will meet each other, test each other, understand each other, and finally realize each other's situation.

With the son as the core, a platform for dialogue was established, so after repeated encounters again and again, a relationship network that seemed to not exist, but actually spread all over the Great Qin, and even extended to the Central Plains, has quietly formed.

In this network, the absolute core is the son, and the branches are the commanders one after another.

The soldier in charge is the person who is gifted with weapons by the young master. He is regarded as the one who values ​​and appreciates the young master. He gets the most help from the young master, and should have stronger influence and do more things for the young master.

There are seven soldiers in charge. They understand each other, know their identities, communicate with each other secretly, and help and benefit each other.

Although it doesn't say it on the surface, it seems to be a complete organization.

The young master should know about their secret actions, but he never mentioned it and paid little attention to it. Maybe he pretended not to know. They are still living their lives without any restrictions, and the young master has not provided any program for this organization. , set what to chase.

But, it doesn't matter.

For Yan Qixia, as long as she can stare at that person's back, it is already very good.

They longed for that person, looked at the young master's back, but they didn't dare to approach him, they just chose to watch silently.

They can respond only when the young master needs it. Perhaps they are not worthy of serving the young master alone, and it is difficult to repay such kindness even if they are broken into pieces.

But if you gather the strengths of a hundred families, the rich donate money, the powerful donate power, and the powerful build power, one day...

Yes, someday...

There will be a result.

Yan Qixia said so in her heart.

Then she raised her eyes and looked at the eighth soldier in charge. She couldn't see what was special about Lan Xiangxue, but if this was what the young master meant...

"Let's talk about something else."

Chapter 40 The people of Daqin never rap

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and when I come at night, I come back to my hometown suddenly.

When Bai Taki opened his eyes, it was already morning, and he woke up with a burst of fragrance.

He yawned, stretched his waist, circulated his zhenqi a little bit, relieved his muscles and bones, and his whole body made a crackling sound like fried beans, the sound was as crisp as if his whole body was broken.

He walked around the yard three times, and then began his daily boxing practice.

There is no need to restrain his fists or feet here, and he doesn't have to worry about being seen. It was a bit cold in the morning. In order to dispel the cold air of late autumn, he secretly exerted his strength this time, and his inner breath circulated.

Although it is only the seventh rank of the Heavenly Demon, Bai Taki believes that he will explode with all his strength, and he will not lose to the masters of the Inner Heaven and Earth Consummation.

The step-crossing challenge is the wall-mounted privilege of the traverser. Anyway, our Heavenly Demon Kung Fu is also a kung fu technique that surpasses the level of absolute learning.

On the surface, I am only on the fifth level of Qi training, but on the inside I am on the seventh level of Qi training. In fact, I can step up and challenge.