The shopkeeper glanced at the sparse poetry wall outside the door and sighed in agreement, "Isn't that so? It's just a stroke of luck. It's just about putting up a poetry wall and holding onto someone influential, as if anyone couldn't do it."
One sentence awakened the dreamer.
The owner of the Book Sea Pavilion said, "Yes, yes, quickly find a way to locate this Young Master Nantang. I heard that Zhang Hanlin and others are trying to get to know him. Those noble ladies are all copying his poems. By the time Shen Changle continuously releases poetry collections, this person is likely to become famous throughout the Capital City, and then it will be even harder to make connections."
The shopkeeper looked troubled.
