Mo Yunhou was stunned. This wasn't how the script was supposed to go. This man had no desires or needs—how were they supposed to negotiate with him?
Mo Yunhou was still agonizing over it when, with a flurry of activity, three more groups—seven people in total—emerged from every direction.
There was no need to ask. They had all come rushing over to offer to be Xu Yi's bodyguards.
Xu Yi finally realized just how big a problem this was. One or two groups would have been easy to handle, but with so many coming at once, he couldn't fool them all with the same excuse.
Why was it so hard to be famous?
This time, Xu Yi had gotten it wrong. Being famous wasn't hard; being famous while entangled with enormous profits was.
It was also true that Xu Yi was exceptionally good at drumming up publicity. The world was full of famous scholars, but none had seen their reputations soar as rapidly as his. Add in his identity as a recluse, along with the fact that every piece of writing he produced was a masterpiece, and the combined effect had sent his fame through the roof.
Nowadays, if someone of Lord Fu'an's stature held a banquet without famous scholars there to lend it prestige, it would be downright undignified.
And all of this was because, after Xu Yi's rise, the importance of famous scholars had suddenly skyrocketed.
Any household that could invite Empty Guest would see its banquet's standing shoot straight up. The main reason was that Empty Guest was so sought after and made so few appearances. The moment word got out that he was coming, distinguished guests would flock from every direction. There was no way the banquet's prestige wouldn't soar.
The market had already put a