Chapter 149 Prince, You Are OutrageousChapter 402: Young Master Zhao is Really Rich

The exclamation of the people next to him immediately attracted even more onlookers.

Seeing Zhao Tailai's face, which was ashen with displeasure, Su Jinpa turned his head to Wen Wangshizi, who also wore a serious expression, and said: "My lord, didn't you insist that I invite the author of "

Now, he is here.

"And this "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion," I personally copied it for you, I wonder what its value is"

King Wen's son frowned. At this moment, how could he not know that the Qin young master before him was the author of the Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng

Looking at Li Chen, Wen Wang's son secretly felt alarmed.

He couldn't figure out why this person was so arrogant and overbearing, but he also didn't understand how they could be so talented.

Since its emergence, 《The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng》 has become a sensation across the nation. Every scholar and writer in China has been amazed by it. Even his father, King Wen, expressed his admiration for such talent in his letters, saying that if he could obtain such talent, great things would be accomplished. Therefore, he spared no effort to find the author.

But unwilling to, after searching high and low, he found it on Li Chen's head.

Zhao Tailai's face went through a series of shifts, from cloudy to sunny.

At that time, "The Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" was written by Li Chen right in front of him. However, he never expected that Su Jinpa would stand up for Li Chen at this moment and slap his own face.

Having been slapped in the face twice by "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion," Zhao Tai came to hate this poem.

"No bids"

Su Jinpa looked around and calmly said, "If no one bids, I'll bid a thousand taels myself. This thousand taels will be counted as the Su family's donation for disaster relief."

Upon hearing this, the prince of Wen immediately suppressed the multitude of thoughts surging in his heart and smiled, "How can that be The literary brilliance of 'Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang' shames millions of scholars in the Qin Dynasty. What's more, it was I who asked Miss Su to procure it. How could I allow Miss Su to incur such expense I shall offer two thousand taels of silver."

Having finished speaking, Wenwang’s heir immediately glanced at Li Chen.

He seemed to want to use this way to repair his relationship with Li Chen and see if there was still a possibility of winning him over.

The Crown Prince of Wen had bid, and the others all suppressed their thoughts.

Only Zhao Tailai refused.

"Three thousand two!"

Zhao Tailai glared at Su Jinping's hands, his eyes bloodshot. He stared intensely at the Teng Wang Ge Xu, his face contorted with fury and malice.

"No matter how good your writing skills are, you're still a worthless piece of trash. I'm going to buy it today and burn it in front of everyone. See what you can do about it!" Zhao Tai glared at Li Chen, spitting venomously.

Li Chen said plainly, "You're thinking too beautifully. Since you've all made bids, I'm here today too, and it wouldn't be right if I didn't participate. Ten thousand taels."

Extending a finger, Li Chen smiled slyly at Zhao Taile and said, "I hear that Master Zhao is always generous. Not only did he spend hundreds of thousands of taels to build Tengwang Pavilion, but he also funded the construction of the Eighth Prince Zhao Wang's mansion. Ten thousand taels shouldn't be a problem, right"

Zhaotailai was already furious, and being provoked by Lichen, he felt deeply humiliated. He roared: “One hundred thousand taels! You dare to compete with me in wealth What are you!”

"Impressive."

Li Chen gave a thumbs up and praised, "Young Master Zhao is truly generous. With one move, you donated 100,000 taels. I'm impressed, I'm impressed."

Turning to Su Jinpa, Li Chen said, "Jinpa, hand over the 'Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng' to him. Young Master Zhao is willing to spend 100,000 taels of silver just to burn it, so of course we can't stop him. We don't have that kind of power, do we"

"Across the board..."

Casting a glance at Zhao Tai, whose face was ashen, Li Chen cheerfully said, “I’m the author. Jinpa, you are the one who put pen to paper. After you go back, I’ll give you two more poems. Copy them down. When you run out of money, find Master Zhao and burn them. They’re worth 100,000 taels each.”

Zhao Tailai's eyes widened, he inhaled sharply but couldn't exhale. He felt dizzy and roared ferociously: "You dare to play me!"ady become a pig's head.He pointed at his son and scolded him angrily: "You useless thing! You're lucky today, or otherwise, the whole family would have been killed by you!"His son asked with a mournf...