Wang Fang had already chosen a place in Hangzhou, and then began to recruit craftsmen with a lot of money, and was very busy. His family had been running this business for generations, so although they were all in trouble, nothing went wrong.

Wang Fang was always thinking about Ye Jieyuan in his heart, and always felt that Ye Jieyuan was not simple. He has been staying in Hangzhou for a long time. It is said that Ye Jieyuan is now staying in the door and feels that he should visit him.

That person is the future owner of the poetry club.

He knew the structure of the poetry club clearly. Although Chen Rong took the lead, he actually determined the direction after the five core internal discussions formed a consensus. The Ye family occupied two seats, which was almost equivalent to any decision of the poetry club without the Ye family's consent, not to mention that many members were aimed at Ye Jieyuan. After all, he was the most famous and had an amazing appeal.

It was just that what gifts to prepare was a headache. He secretly asked Zhang Jin and Juren. Zhang Juren's words made his mind a little twitch. Oh, bring gifts, there is no need to bring any gifts. He is delicious. Jubaolou, do you still remember that you order a table and have someone to send it to, and you are satisfied with the storage.

Wang Fang even felt that Zhang Juren wanted to cheat him.

But thinking of Ye Chunqiu's feasting look, Wang Fang was determined to give it a try.

Usually, Wang Fang only had time early in the morning, so before the hour of Mao, he ran to the Jubao Building to prepare, and then sat in a vine sedan chair and went to a courtyard according to the address Zhang Jin said.

The courtyard is very quiet, and in the distance is Xizi Lake. At this time, the morning light is falling, making the lake surface of Xizi Lake sparkle and the breeze is coming, making people feel relaxed and happy. Wang Fang laughed. Ye Jieyuan is very good at choosing places. Outside the door, this place is just a courtyard surrounded by fences. He originally wanted to call a few words so that the master could come out. Who knew that in this east, when the morning when the fish belly turned white, through the fence, you could see Lang Lang's reading sound coming from it. The sound of reading is very majestic, and every word is round. It is not like Ye Chunqiu's voice, so it must be Ye's father.

It is rare to work so hard. After all, Ye’s father is old, passed the Juren, and still studies so hard. It’s no wonder he is ranked third in the provincial examination.

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a silver light flash in front of him, but he saw a young man flying like a dragon in the sunlight with a short sword. The young man's steps were steady. In just an instant, he took more than ten steps, moving forward or backward, moving left and right, and the short sword in his hand flashed even more silver light, looking messy, but it seemed to have a pattern to follow. In just a moment, it was pierced out continuously, and the cold light of the silver light sprinkled out, making people feel scared.

Wang Fang was a merchant who traveled around the world, so he naturally had some knowledge and was still shocked. This little Jie Yuan was actually a master of swordsmanship. What kind of swordsmanship he had never heard of was it. It seemed much sharper than what he saw, and it was very cruel and fierce. This kid probably worked a lot.

So he coughed and pushed open the wood door. Ye Chunqiu seemed to feel someone coming, but the short sword in his hand did not stop and said, "Brother, wait for me two incense sticks."

Dancing a sword like this consumes a lot of physical strength. Most people only need to dance half a stick of incense, but they are probably out of breath and out of breath. However, seeing Ye Chunqiu's sweat and rain, they are afraid that they have practiced four or five incense. However, when Ye Chunqiu spoke, he did not pant, just as if he was chatting, but his voice was a little low and hoarse.

However, the sound of reading inside stopped abruptly. Ye Jing walked out and couldn't help but say angrily: "Spring and Autumn, there are guests coming, are you still practicing swords?"

Wang Fang smiled with a pursed lips and said, "The son is very human. It's okay to see him practicing swordsmanship, it's also pleasing to the eye."

Ye Jing invited Wang Fang into the small hall, served him tea, and said a few gossips. After two incense sticks, Ye Chunqiu came in wet, bowed to Wang Fang and said, "I have neglected Mr. Wang, forgive me for your crime."

Wang Fang hurriedly stood up. The one who stood in front of him was Duke Jie Yuan. He was just a lowly merchant. How could he accept his tribute? After getting up to avoid it, he said, "Ye Jie Yuan is polite. How many times has Ye Jie Yuan practiced swords?"

Ye Chunqiu said: "It's been a year."

Wang Fang was shocked and said, "To be honest, I also have a friend who practices swordsmanship. He has practiced for twenty years, but looking at his sword dancing, he is far less sharp than Chunqiu."

Ye Chunqiu didn't know whether what he said was true or false, but his swordsmanship should be much more intelligent than ordinary people, and he could find some methods from his brain to make up for his shortcomings from time to time. In addition, although he still needs running script, he practices his wrists, and the swordsmanship also has a very high demand for the flexibility and strength of his wrists. It just so happened that the two were suitable for each other. Perhaps, he was really powerful.

He thought to himself, and then everyone sat down to have tea. Wang Fang talked about the fact that he opened a printing workshop in Hangzhou, and now he is recruiting skilled craftsmen. This time, with Taibaiji, he finally no longer limited to Ningbo and planned to do business in Hangzhou.

After all, Hangzhou is the core of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and there are more skilled craftsmen. Taibaiji prints it, so it is more convenient to supply it to various governments.

Ye Chunqiu was very supportive of this. He pondered for a moment and said, "Some words that Chunqiu didn't know whether to say or not."

Wang Fang hurriedly said: "What do Ye Jieyuan has to say, but it's okay to say it."

Although Ye Chunqiu is young, Wang Fang would never dare to underestimate him.

Ye Chunqiu said with a smile: "Have Mr. Wang ever thought about what is the biggest advantage of Taibaiji now?"

Wang Fang was slightly surprised. Isn’t this obvious? The advantage is of course the influence of Taibai Ji and Taibai Poetry Society, and of course, Ye Chunqiu’s fame is indispensable.

But these things that anyone can think of are not such simple answers. Wang Fang hurriedly said: "Please give me a message."

Ye Chunqiu took a sip of tea, and, my father sat next to him and heard that he said this like a little adult, and he always felt a little uncomfortable. However, since the person is here, it is better to say a few serious things. Ye Chunqiu said: "The biggest advantage of Taibaiji lies in sales, and this is the top priority."

Sales volume... Wang Fang always feels that behind this little adult's clear eyes, there is something that cannot be ignored. What is Xiao Jieyuan thinking in his heart?

He looked at the stern look and did not interrupt Ye Chunqiu.
Chapter completed!