Chapter 2101 Shi Wanyin!

Bi Chengcai's expression changed repeatedly. Plagiarizing already published poems is nothing short of being a clown in this era, only adding to the amusement.

However, if one plagiarizes unpublished poems, that is malicious and deceitful, and more seriously, it will be subject to legal punishment.

"Go find that beggar!!"

Bi Cheng ran out almost frantically. He knew very well that the only chance now was to find the beggar, and only by finding the beggar could there be any room for maneuver.

The Mo sisters exchanged a glance, both with a look of helplessness in their eyes.

“Bi Chengcai has probably committed a terrible crime,” said the eldest sister of the Mo family.

Clearly, in her view, the beggar Bi Chengcai mentioned could hardly possibly possess such poetic talent.

and so.

Bi Chengcai's three poems must have been plagiarized by that beggar from the works of some literary master.

The Bi family is considered quite good in Beiwang City, but compared to the truly powerful families and forces of Yu the Great, the Bi family's foundation is insignificant.

under night.

Bi Cheng and his followers began a frantic search for Lin Tianhao.

He knew very well that he had to find Lin Tianhao, otherwise, not only him, but also the Bi family behind him, might be doomed.

"Are you looking for me?"

Just when Bi Chengcai was going crazy with his search, a voice rang out behind him.

Bi Chengcai suddenly turned around and saw Lin Tianhao leaning against a tree at the entrance of the alley.

"You...you don't know you're going to kill me!!"

Bi Cheng was furious. He felt like an ant on a hot pan, as if he was about to get burned at any moment.

“I gave you three masterpieces for such a low price, and you still say I harmed you.”

"you you you……"

Bi Cheng took a breath and pointed at Lin Tianhao, scolding him:

"The poem is good, but is it your poem?"

Lin Tianhao smiled, not too surprised.

"It seems that someone has said that your three poems were plagiarized."

"You also know that I can't write such good poems, but just as you can't write such good poems either!"

Lin Tianhao smiled noncommittally and said:

"If you're accused of plagiarism, you still need to provide evidence, right? Let me guess, someone says this poem is his?"

"No." Bi Cheng shook his head.

Lin Tianhao laughed:

"That means someone questioned your abilities and asked me. They think I plagiarized, and that this impersonation and copying of poems will affect you."

"good."

Bi Cheng glared angrily at Lin Tianhao and rebuked him:

"It's obvious. You're a beggar, you could never have such poetic talent, so you must have plagiarized."

Lin Tianhao shook his head. "There are so many refugees in this city. How can you be so sure that some of them didn't come from impoverished families?"

"How can you be so sure that none of them are outstanding poets?"

Bi Chengcai fell silent. He had thought the same way at first, which was why he chose to buy Lin Tianhao's poems.

“You’re right, it’s possible, but the possibility that your three poems could surpass all the talented scholars in Beiwang City is very, very low.”

"Isn't that still a possibility?" Lin Tianhao replied with a smile.

"Whom do you think I plagiarized? Such poetry, once published, should have quickly become famous throughout the land of Yu the Great. How could you not know that?"

"Therefore, we suspect that you plagiarized unpublished poems."

Lin Tianhao shook his head again, "Unpublished poems? Do you think any great master would keep such poems hidden away?"

"If one poem can be explained, can three poems be explained as well?"

After hearing Lin Tianhao's words, Bi Cheng fell silent.

He was too anxious after hearing about the Mo sisters.

After hearing Lin Tianhao's words, I suddenly realized that it wasn't impossible.

"Look, how heavy is the stone block next to me?"

Lin Tianhao's gaze fell on the stone block next to the tree.

“We’re talking about poetry, so why are you talking about this stone pier?” Bi Chengcai asked.

“I am a refugee. I only had a full meal tonight because I took your money. Now you can see what’s even more impossible.”

While talking.

Lin Tianhao squatted down, picked up the stone block, and then lifted it above his head with one arm.

"This...this...how is this possible???"

Bi Chengcai was incredulous, but Lin Tianhao put down the stone block.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Lin Tianhao asked.

Bi Chengcai didn't say anything, but walked to the stone block and exerted force with both hands at the same time, but the stone block was only lifted halfway, and the other half was still on the ground.

"This...this stone block weighs at least 300 pounds, how did you manage to do that?"

Lin Tianhao waved his hand, "Does that even matter? Do you think a refugee could do that?"

Bi Cheng thought for a moment, then said:

"But this doesn't mean that during the time of poetry, it was rare for literary masters to hide three of their masterpieces from the public. However, it's not entirely impossible."

Lin Tianhao's lips curled up. "But what if it's ten, or a hundred?"

Do you think there would be any literary giants who would keep so many poems hidden from the public?

"What do you mean?"

Although he already had a guess in his mind, he still felt it was unlikely.

"Are you trying to say that those three poems weren't all, and that you have ten, or even a hundred more?"

"Is a hundred poems a lot?" Lin Tianhao smiled.

"I have a hundred poems, Young Master Bi, would you like to buy them?"

"you you……"

Bi Chengcai could hardly believe his ears.

"You say there are a hundred poems, and that's it? And even if there really are a hundred, how would I know their quality?"

Lin Tianhao smiled slightly, "If the quality is not good, you don't have to buy it. But if the quality is excellent, I want ten thousand taels of silver."

"You're robbing me!!"

"The previous three songs only cost a few taels of silver..."

Lin Tianhao smiled at Bi Chengcai and said:

"Young Master Bi, you are a smart man. Those three poems were just to make friends. Otherwise, do you think that each of those poems could be worth less than one hundred taels of silver?"

Bi Chengcai fell silent again, but he knew very well that Lin Tianhao's three poems, each worth one hundred taels, were an insult to those three poems.

“Ten thousand taels? I don’t have that many silver notes,” Bi Chengcai shook his head.

“I know it’s hard for you to come up with so much silver all at once, but I know you have a manor outside the city with three hundred servants and twenty guards. Give me a thousand taels of silver, and I’ll give you the manor too, how about that?”

“You’re greedy. That manor is worth at least twelve thousand taels, and you still want me to give you another thousand taels.”

Lin Tianhao was very confident, with a smile on his face.

"If you produce three poems and then fail to produce any more masterpieces, anyone can accuse you of plagiarism. But what if you have a hundred excellent poems?"