When the shouts of updates sounded, a smirk flowed out of Xiao Letian's mouth. Although the reactions of these scholars outside the door were a bit unexpected, they were still acceptable. Xiao Letian was very confident in his books. He knew that there were only a few ways of entertainment for the ancients, and he didn't know what the concept of the information explosion was.

Today's literati, in addition to studying hard books of sages, have boring time to support "The West Chamber" and "Jin Ping Mei". In addition to the rich people's lives, they are still a little rich and colorful. In fact, the spiritual life of most low-level literati is very empty. There are only a few books back and forth, and I have been tired of reading it over and over again.

Now Xiao Letian has given them a new choice, and is using a very novel model to spread, that is, serialization. Want to wait until I finish writing it before publishing it? I am not that stupid. I just want to use this kind of funny and humorous chapter novel that can gain knowledge, and use serialization to attract your hearts. Don’t look at your scolding, if you are new chapters, you will still be the ones who will grab the most. Please come in more and faster chapters.

Lewis suddenly laughed as he heard the roar outside, "I don't know if your prophecy to the president is accurate, but I know that your prophecy that you want to be a master of Western learning is likely to succeed. I have read your book, it's very exciting... But I have a private request. Can you avoid some things in the history of the founding of the United States?"

Xiao Letian laughed as soon as he heard this. OK, I started to feel embarrassed now. I was afraid that I would tell all the shameful things about killing Indians and enslaving black people? Haha, this is not easy to deal with. If you don’t have any benefits these days, who can’t bear to be able to overcome your face?

When Lewis saw Xiao Letian's smirk, he understood that this matter was negotiated, but if you want to rely on your mouth, it would not work.

"Let's talk about this again. On the one hand, I haven't written about the war yet. Just keep running like this. I want to wait for your domestic intelligence to come back. I may not be able to write about your affairs in the United States. Don't worry, don't worry..."

At this time, the roar outside the Fan Mansion was louder than before. These scholars were so smart that they used money to bribe the Fan family's concierge. When they learned that Xiao Letian lived in the Fan Mansion and had not gone out at all today, their roar became three more hotter.

"Update...Update...Update...We want to meet Mr. Xiao..."

It’s almost the same as the show. Fan Jian’s butler stood outside the study and said with a angrily “Sir, you should show off. If you don’t go out, these scholars will probably smash our doorman…”

"Breaking the door? I think they dare! Butler, go and tell them, are they trying to yell at me or fight? If they want to learn, do you have this kind of forced method? They also say that they are scholars and don't know any gifts at all! What about invitations? What about invitations? What is the ability to block my door? Let me tell them when I understand where I am wrong, and I will meet them..." After saying that, Xiao Letian closed the study door with a slam, and then practiced speaking with Lewis.

The housekeeper slapped his thigh and said that Mr. Xiao is so awesome. There are scholars and scholars outside, and scholars and juren. If you say you don’t see me, you will not see me. You even ask me to scold me? Are you not making things difficult for me? There are all Wenqu Stars who come down to earth, and I, a grass man, scold me?

But when I think back, I'm afraid of nothing. Haven't I heard those literati call Mr. Xiao? This is already putting myself in a low position. I scolded me a few words, but they dared not bite me!

The butler took a few deep breaths and walked out with big strides.

The door of the Fan family finally opened, and the butler walked out with a serious look on his face. "What are you yelling around? Jing Yijing, Jing Yijing, Mr. Xiao has something to convey to me.

"You are so murderous intent that you want to start a verbal battle or do you just do it? Where did Mr. Xiao offend you and make you mobilize so many people?"

The butler was stunned when he opened his mouth. Everyone looked around and thought, yes, I originally wanted to come to ask for advice, why is it now a group of people blocking their doors? At this time, a young nobleman came forward and bowed, "Sorry, sorry, I'm reckless, please tell Mr. Xiao that we are not here to cause trouble, but just want to see the gentleman to listen to his teachings, and that's enough..."

At this time, another young man next to him said, "Butler, this is Shura Haoluo Zichang, the editor of Hanlin, below is the walking chapter of the Military Affairs Office. Wen Xiu and Wen Shida, and the people behind him are also famous scholars and poets in the capital. Today I beg to see Mr. Xiao, and I hope the Butler will report it on his behalf..." After saying that, a small silver corner was taken out and stuffed it into the butler's hand.

After all, the Fan Mansion is a businessman's family. The housekeeper usually meets friends of the master's business. But he really didn't expect that the Shangguan would give him a reward. He was so scared that he could only pay a thousand yuan and dared not ask for silver rewards.

"The villain Xie Guanye received the reward, but Mr. Xiao still has something to say. If everyone is not coming to quarrel, please take out a greeting or invitation... Mr. Xiao also said... and said..." The old butler's face turned red.

Hanlin Luo Hao smiled and said, "It's okay, even if the gentleman scolds us, it's our blessing. The housekeeper doesn't need to hesitate..."

The old butler quickly lowered his head, "Mr. I said, you are all reading sages, and this gift is not enough... You have blocked the door and shouted for a long time. Mr.'s face is hard!" When he said this, the old butler also took the initiative and whispered, "My uncles, you should write an invitation. I looked at Mr. I meant that I wanted you to treat you..."

"Oh! I think it's so big a matter, I'm confused..." Military machine Zhang Jingwenxiu smiled bitterly and patted her thighs. "We're so anxious. I'll arrange to invite Mr. Xiao tonight on Baihualou tonight. Brother Luo, your handwriting is the most beautiful, and you'll get rid of this invitation..."

He did it as he said, and the doorman had a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Hanlin wrote it himself, Zhang Jing poured water and grinded it. After a while, a very respectful invitation was handed to the butler. The butler hurried to the inner house with the invitation.

The invitations of ancient people did not say that they would arrange a banquet after posting. They had to wait for the person invited to respond before they could prepare. So Xiao Letian didn't nod and they really didn't dare to leave. In just a quarter of an hour, the housekeeper smiled and said, "Sir, the invitation has been received, and it will definitely be here tonight!"

With a bang, people's hearts fell to the ground. The people who came today are all loyal fans of "The Journey to the West". They were all excited and ready to go home to accumulate energy and wait to see their idols tonight.

Tonight's author Xiao Letian is going to Baihualou for a meeting. This news flew all over the city like wings. Any literati who can get in touch with Luo Hao and Wenxiu will come to the door or send someone to ask, and everyone wants an invitation. Updated as soon as possible

The two of them were really scratching their heads. No matter how big the Baihua Tower was, they couldn't stand the literati in Beijing. They could only choose familiar ones and famous ones to attend the meeting. As for the others, I can only say sorry.

In the evening, the sky had just turned dark, and the Baihua Building, located deep in the Bada Hutong, lit up the candles early. The big teapots were busy, and under the command of the madam, all the gold and jade treasures under the box were put out, and even the porcelain on the floor was replaced with brand new ones.

Since ancient times, China has always emphasized talented men and beautiful women. When the madams and girls heard that Mr. Xiao from Beijing was coming to the banquet, and many of the top literati in Sijiu City had to come to the banquet, which made them so excited that they were silent.

The girls started to dress up in the afternoon, with the pink on their faces one layer on the left and the other on the right, and the rouge redness was no different from the monkey's butt. Of course, the top girls are not so tacky. They just applied thin powder lightly, but they all took out all the foreign perfumes they had treasured for a long time.

"Mr. Xiao is a man who grew up in the West. If you don't get some foreign goods to decorate it, you will still be attracted by his eyes? This group of vulgar fans..."

More and more people came. Today, Luo Hanlin and Wen Zhangjing came to a large-scale store. Baihua Building hung up the signs for the store early. The madam was wearing heavy makeup to greet every guest at the door. The madam girls in other buildings were going crazy with provocative eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky became darker and darker. The red lanterns in the eight great alleys had been lit up. The fragrance here had already formed a river, drunken groups of heroes and literati and poets.

When the foreigners' hour was seven o'clock, a crisp sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the entrance of the alley, followed by the sound of wheels crushing the stone road. Suddenly, a burst of exclamations came from afar, and it became louder and louder. More and faster chapters were invited. When the people of Baihua Tower saw it clearly, the madam was almost shocked.

"Ghost... Ghost pulls the cart..." The big teapot next to her quickly supported her. The madam read that right. This was really a ghost pulling cart in the mouths of Beijingers. The one who came was actually a British four-wheeled carriage, the kind with a black carriage. Two bright gas lamps hung on the left and right of the coachman, which was much brighter than the Qing lanterns.

The person who drove the car was a Kunlun slave. His dark face almost became invisible at night. If it weren't for the white shirt collar and cuffs that could be distinguished, people would have to think about the car being driven by a driverless car.

This is a single horse-drawn car. Since the material is properly designed and used, it is all the top European parts, so it runs light and fast. In addition, the handrails, windows and subtle corners have shiny metal accessories. Even Chinese people who don’t know how to do it can see that this car is much more upscale than the black caravan in the Qing Dynasty.

The bell rang all the way, and the tall Arab horse quickly rushed to the door of Baihua Tower. In front of the stunned people, the car door was opened and then another black man jumped off. It was Xiao Letian's old friend, Black Saimen. He was carrying a tripod and the camera on his shoulders.

The shiny black cowhide boots stretched out, and the iron shoe foot hit the stone slab and then a white face with greasy head and powder came out of the carriage.

"Oh my god!" The madam's eyes turned dark and she didn't faint. Not only her, but even the literary men waiting at the door exclaimed, "The second Japanese... are really the second Japanese!"

Xiao Letian was wearing a black suit, a pure white shirt, a small bow tie, and a British-style walking stick in his hand. The most eye-catching thing was his hair. I don’t know how much wax he had put on. The classic small parted head turned into a popular big back head in Europe and the United States. It was so smooth that even flies would slip when they fell on it.

This is the fourth year of Tongzhi. Foreigners have just poured into the inland China. The people are still in the imagination of foreign devils. Even old men and women will use their red hair, blue eyes, and hook their noses to scare their grandson at night.

But today, Xiao Letian, who was standing in front of everyone, told everyone in a dazzling way that the foreigners' clothes are actually quite beautiful, especially on his natural clothes rack.

Suddenly, a flash burst out with a flash, and Xiao Letian's figure was permanently preserved. At that moment, he had only a spoof idea in his mind. "The historians of later generations, when they saw my arrogant and domineering image, I wonder how to evaluate it?"
Chapter completed!