Finest Servant

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Young Master, Young Master (Part 3)

The master and servant duo looked at Lin Wanrong and smiled together. The young servant stared at Lin Wanrong's short hair, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. His face turned red with suppressed laughter.

Lin Wanrong naturally knew that the boy was mocking his short hair, but seeing the boy's small and cute appearance, he didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. So, he generously waved his hand and said, "Little brother, if you want to laugh, go ahead. Don't make yourself uncomfortable."

Hearing Lin Wanrong not calling himself a young master or a brother, the stunning young man was somewhat surprised. The handsome young servant, on the other hand, looked at Lin Wanrong and laughed without restraint.

The voice was crisp, and Lin Wanrong thought he sounded like a woman. He had read many novels about women dressing as men, but when he studied the chests of the two individuals closely, they were flat and smooth, perfectly suitable for landing a Boeing 777 or an Airbus 380. If they were women, did they cut off those two lumps? Lin Wanrong naturally didn't believe this kind of thing, so he decided to treat them as men for now.

However, these two individuals were so pretty that Lin Wanrong still felt uneasy. Could it be that they were imported goods from Thailand? Although he didn't know if Thailand existed in this era, Lin Wanrong couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine and unconsciously moved closer to the edge of Xuanwu Lake.

The stunning young man noticed that Lin Wanrong hadn't spoken for a while and had been glancing at the pair master and servant. He felt somewhat annoyed.

When he saw the look of disgust on Lin Wanrong's face, the stunning young man was stunned for a moment before urgently calling out, "Young Master, Young Master--"

After calling out a few times, Lin Wanrong finally came to his senses and hastily asked, "Brother, what's wrong?" However, his gaze still involuntarily fell on the stunning young man's chest.

The stunning young man was obviously not used to being called that way. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that Lin Wanrong's gaze was still fixed on his chest, as if he was examining something.

The stunning young man became extremely angry, but couldn't lash out. He could only glare fiercely at Lin Wanrong, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Lin Wanrong had thick skin and was naturally unafraid. He didn't avert his gaze and looked directly at the young man's chest, making the young man's face turn white and red alternately, but he dared not speak.

"What are you looking at, you brat?" The stunning young man had not yet spoken, but the young servant next to him could not bear it any longer.

Lin Wanrong was taken aback for a moment and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. What was he studying on the chests of two men? After pondering for a while, he came up with no result and decided to treat them as Thai goods. Fortunately, Lin Wanrong had been to Bangkok and Yangon several times before and was not particularly averse to these matters. He lifted his head and looked straight at the handsome young man, saying, "Brother, did you call me for something just now?"

At this moment, the two of them stood side by side by the Xuanwu Lake, appearing to outsiders like two literati discussing poetry and art. Only Lin Wanrong knew the truth about himself: a literatus? More like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The handsome young man's face improved slightly when he heard Lin Wanrong's normal address. Nodding, he asked, "May I know where you are from, Brother?"

Lin Wanrong's gaze fell on the handsome young man's face. White and delicate, as if it could be broken with a single blow, it was like a piece of crystal clear jade that could evoke endless reverie.

Lin Wanrong secretly swallowed his saliva, feeling amazed. It turned out that not only did the South of the Yangtze River produce beautiful women, it also produced such exquisite male beings.

Seeing Lin Wanrong staring at him intently, the handsome young man blushed and said nothing, giving him an angry glare.

Lin Wanrong quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at him anymore. Now he believed that Thailand must exist. Otherwise, where would such "beauty" come from?

"From your accent, it seems that you are not a local person. And Brother, your title is also quite interesting," said the handsome young man, finding something to say to Lin Wanrong as his face returned to normal.

"Oh, yes, I am indeed not a local," Lin Wanrong smiled falsely, "I come from the land of Jingchu, a person from the Two Lakes region."

Lin Wanrong did not lie. His hometown was in Hubei Province. The reason why he was standing in front of this handsome young man today was just because he happened to take the wrong path.

"Only Chu had talent since ancient times. I didn't quite believe it before, but after hearing the beautiful verses Brother just recited, I have no doubts anymore," said the handsome young man sincerely.

"Alright, alright," Lin Wanrong coughed twice and smiled, "This Brother, please tell me what brings you to me."

"I heard Brother recite such beautiful poetry just now, but it seems to be just the last part of a poem. I know it is extraordinary and it has boosted my spirit. But I wonder if there is an upper part to this poem? Can you let me indulge my ears?" The handsome young man asked hopefully.

So he was a poetry fanatic, Lin Wanrong realized. With a deep smile, he replied lightly, "Beautiful verses are heaven-sent, and a gifted hand may sometimes receive them by chance. With these two sentences, I have already expressed my innermost thoughts. I am satisfied with that. Why bother talking about upper and lower parts? It's better not to force it."

Lin Wanrong was a master at playing games in the business world. He intentionally teased this young man to get some benefits. After all, who would do something for free?

Indeed, the handsome young man wore an expression of admiration on his face as he bowed to Lin Wanrong, saying, "Brother, you truly possess a refined and superior bearing. I have learned much from you."

In this era, it was common for people to compose poetry and couplets, with the upper part of the verse always corresponding to the lower part. There were also stories of people paying a fortune for a single verse. However, someone like Lin Wanrong, who only focused on the lower part of the verse and paid little attention to the upper part, was not unheard of but definitely rare.

Seeing the expression of admiration on the handsome young man's face, Lin Wanrong felt a sense of pride and modestly replied, "How can I accept such praise? I am truly ashamed."

The young servant boy in the green clothes next to him chuckled, finding Lin Wanrong's unusual manner of speaking somewhat awkward.

"The likes of Brother, who possess such pride and talent without arrogance, are far superior to those so-called literary talents who show off their skills in the world," said the handsome young man, his gaze fixed on those gentlemen who were showing off their literary talent in boats on the lake, his face revealing a hint of contempt.

"Oh?" Lin Wanrong was surprised to hear this. Although he had only been here for a little over a month, from what he had seen, people in this world valued literary talent over martial prowess. Those who excelled in writing were highly esteemed, and in the imperial examinations, one's literary talent was the key to success. As long as one wrote well, there was a bright future in this world.

But how could this handsome young man, who seemed to possess extraordinary literary talent, hold such a bias against his fellow gentlemen?

Nevertheless, the young man's words were very well-spoken, and he flattered Lin Wanrong very effectively. Lin Wanrong felt very pleased and thought to himself, "If this kid had been in my former company, he would have made an excellent salesman."

"Young talents and beauties from Jiangnan have been famous since ancient times, and their reputation has spread throughout the world. Although there are also talents in Jingchu, both in terms of quality and quantity, they are slightly inferior to those of Jiangnan," Lin Wanrong said, pretending to be modest.

"Quality? Quantity?" The handsome young man frowned, finding it difficult to understand the "new terms" Lin Wanrong had introduced.

"Oh, in simple terms, it means good or bad and the number of something," Lin Wanrong explained, sweating profusely from trying to explain these concepts to someone unfamiliar with this world.

The handsome young man nodded, glanced at him, and smiled, "Brother, your explanation is truly unique. This is the first time I have heard of such terms."

When the handsome young man smiled, two small dimples appeared on his face, and Lin Wanrong's heart couldn't help but tremble at his handsome appearance.