Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1471 - 1445: Kindred Spirits

Li Bai took a few more sips of wine and suddenly sighed.

"I, Li Bai, am skilled in poetry, lyrics, and songs, adept in both literature and martial arts, yet I still have no titles or achievements."

Ye Chen fully understood Li Bai’s feelings.

Consider that he recited classics at five and had composed many poems and displayed good sword skills by fifteen.

A person like Li Bai wanting to serve the country truly had no opportunity, and his heart was extremely frustrated.

Although he had completed the delivery order mission, since he encountered Li Bai, he felt he should offer some advice.

Li Bai was also one of Ye Chen’s favorite poets.

Looking at the man in front of him, Ye Chen smiled and said, "Brother Taibai, why are you in such a hurry? As they say, good things come to those who wait, and you will surely realize your dreams in the future."

Upon hearing Ye Chen’s words, Li Bai was astonished.

"Brother Ye, do you truly believe that I can achieve this?"

Ye Chen nodded, his expression serious, "Of course. With your talent, you will certainly make a name for yourself; it’s just that the time is not ripe yet."

"The time is not ripe?"

Li Bai murmured to himself.

He looked at Ye Chen again, wanting him to clarify further.

Ye Chen understood Li Bai’s meaning but did not want to waste time here.

The Worldwide Delivery order had a time limit, and if he exceeded it, not only would he lose the reward, but he would also be penalized.

Ye Chen didn’t want to mess up this order because of advising someone.

Seeing Ye Chen remain silent, Li Bai nodded and said, "I am eager to hear more."

"Well, it’s a long story, but trust me, you will succeed," Ye Chen said, scratching his head.

"Brother Ye, I truly thank you."

Li Bai took another swig from the wine bottle in his hand.

It was the first time someone had given him hope.

He was already at this age, wanting to gain fame and do something for his country but had no opportunity.

Initially feeling somewhat desperate, he never expected to meet Ye Chen.

This young man gave him hope.

"Brother Ye, I am so fortunate to meet someone who understands me, I consider you a friend."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen was thrilled; after all, Li Bai was known as the Exiled Immortal, being able to become friends with someone like him was indeed an honor.

Moreover, it was Li Bai who proposed this friendship.

Ye Chen understood the rarity of finding a true confidant.

Li Bai was in such a situation, encountering someone who truly understood his thoughts was truly moving.

"Brother Ye, if not for sharing a drink with you, I might not have said so much," Li Bai said with a smile, glancing at the wine in his hand.

Indeed, they say people speak the truth after drinking, and it’s really true.

"Brother Taibai, if you have something on your mind, you should talk to someone about it. Don’t keep it bottled up, it can become a problem," Ye Chen kindly advised.

"Just as Brother Ye said, I’ve kept these words in my heart for a long time, but now that I’ve found someone to confide in, I feel much lighter," Li Bai smiled.

"Good, that’s well," Ye Chen nodded.

"Brother Taibai, you must believe in yourself and never give up."

"I’ve suddenly understood, your words are more enlightening than reading for ten years," Li Bai praised.

Anyone learning that a Poetic Immortal praised Ye Chen in such a way would be astonished.

"Not at all, Brother Taibai, you flatter me," Ye Chen said, embarrassed, scratching his head.

What he said to Li Bai was just comforting words, something people say nowadays.

After all, advising others is easy, but when it comes to oneself, it’s much harder.

Ye Chen thought that regardless of what it was, as long as it worked, it was fine. Now looking at Li Bai’s expression, it was no longer as melancholic.

At this moment, Li Bai was filled with gratitude toward Ye Chen.

"Brother Ye, I feel like we met too late. How about we take advantage of this moonlight to compose a poem together?"

Li Bai proposed.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen thought to himself that he didn’t have the time to engage in this.

Moreover, he wasn’t skilled at composing poetry.

Before Ye Chen could respond, Li Bai had already started.

Li Bai recited poetry fluently and effortlessly, leaving Ye Chen deeply impressed.

He had learned about Li Bai’s poetry from textbooks and knew that he could produce beautiful verses spontaneously.

Seeing it today was indeed as extraordinary as expected.

Previously, Ye Chen only knew Li Bai’s "Longing for Home."

Regarding this "Wine with the Moon" poem, Ye Chen was completely unfamiliar.

After Li Bai finished reciting the poem, he took a few more sips of wine.

His expression showed a reluctance, fearing the wine would run out and he’d have nothing left to drink.

After hearing the poem, Ye Chen applauded repeatedly.

The applause echoed throughout the mountain.

"Excellent poem, excellent poem," Ye Chen applauded.

"Brother Ye, I just showed off a bit," Li Bai said modestly.

He then looked at Ye Chen and said, "Brother Ye, it’s your turn."

Li Bai felt that Ye Chen spoke eloquently and profoundly, suspecting he must also be skilled in poetry.

Ye Chen hesitated, thinking to himself that he wasn’t skilled at composing poetry, though reciting was something he could do.

This was truly a challenge for him.

Especially creating poetry in front of the Poetic Immortal, it would be tantamount to showing off carpentry skills in front of an expert, inviting self-humiliation.

"Brother Taibai, I think composing a poem isn’t necessary; how could I compare to you?"

Ye Chen refused.

"Brother Ye, don’t be so modest,"

Li Bai laughed.

He believed Ye Chen’s modesty was simply a gesture, not realizing that Ye Chen indeed wasn’t capable.

Since Li Bai said this, Ye Chen felt it wouldn’t be appropriate to decline further.

"Alright then, I’m not great at composing poems; how about I recite a lyric instead?"

Ye Chen’s eyes gleamed with an idea as he smiled.

Hearing this, Li Bai looked at Ye Chen even more surprised.

"Brother Ye, you truly are talented, able to compose lyrics as well."

Ye Chen thought that although he couldn’t create, he could reproduce. His years of learning hadn’t been in vain.

At this moment, he already had something ready in his mind.

Ye Chen, with his hands behind his back, looked up at the moon, imitating a poetic stance, and recited: "When will the bright moon appear? Raising a cup, I ask the blue sky."

"I wonder in the heavenly palace, what year it is today?"

"I wish to ride the wind back, but I fear the jade and crystal towers."

"The heights are unbearably cold, dancing creates clear shadows..."

Li Bai paused with his drinking upon hearing this.

Just with the first line, Li Bai showed an astonished expression.

As the subsequent lines followed, his face displayed immense shock.

Once Ye Chen finished reciting, Li Bai looked at him with admiration and bowed deeply.

Ye Chen naturally understood that Li Bai was moved by the lyric.

Li Bai’s reaction didn’t surprise Ye Chen.

He knew what he recited was well-known: Su Shi’s "Song of the Water Melody, When Will the Bright Moon Appear" from the Song Dynasty.