Yan Zhan glanced at the driver and quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.
The driver saw a few people inside and had an idea.
When I went out, I whispered to the second master who was waiting downstairs: "The people in the private room seem to be of extraordinary status, so they agreed to share a table, but I saw that the table was almost full."
The second master moved his fingers: "In such a cold weather, it's normal for people not to want to leave the box."
After sharing the table successfully, the young man went upstairs again, holding a plate of food and wine in his hand.
"This is our own specialty, please try it."
This appetizer is provided as a complimentary meal.
My boss is very good at doing business.
It's said to be a shared table, but in fact we didn't sit at a big table.
The young man moved the table, brought in another table, and set it up.
Even if you get a private room.
Over there, the second master came in and nodded to Yan Zhan and the others.
"Sorry to disturb you all."
When the old man saw this man wearing big sunglasses when he entered the house, he had no intention of exchanging pleasantries.
Just nodded.
Yan Zhan unexpectedly spoke to the other party: "Don't bother me, are you here to visit the grave too?"
The second master's tea-drinking gesture was a pause: "It's not just to sweep the graves, but mainly because I heard that this area has good feng shui, so I wanted to take the opportunity to find a cemetery for myself."
Buying your own cemetery is actually not new. Rich people often do this.
Just like the ancient emperors built imperial mausoleums for themselves.
"Sir, he doesn't look like a local." Why did he come here to choose a cemetery?
"The fallen leaves return to their roots. I used to live abroad."
The second master took another sip of tea and then said.
The two of them were going back and forth, chatting quite lively.
This second master seems to be in the antique business. He loved exploring when he was young and owned an auction house abroad.
Now I am returning to China to visit relatives.
Yan Zhan saw that the other party was unwilling to say more, so he stopped talking.
But he is not a particularly curious person, so when he talks to people like this, it makes people feel baffled.
It wasn't until the mountain road became clear again and the two groups of people separated that Yan Zhencai couldn't help but look at Yan Zhan.
"What's going on? Are you so curious about others?"
As a result, for a long time, I couldn't even figure out a name.
Just an English name.
"I just saw his car heading towards the Yan family cemetery."
The old man was sitting in the back seat and almost stood up: "What did you say?"
Before Yan Zhan could answer, the old man shook his head.
"It's impossible. The Yan family has always been small in number, and there are no other distant relatives."
Not even from abroad.
"Maybe they just want to check out Feng Shui." Yan Zhan didn't finish his sentence.
The figure of that person appeared in Yan Zhentian's mind.
"Arong, what did you want to say to me when you came downstairs before?"
The housekeeper was suddenly asked. He was stunned for a moment and then said, "I just wanted to say that that gentleman's back looks familiar."
Does the back look familiar?
Yan Zhentian frowned.
"Like who?"
The butler said nothing.
Today was the day to sweep the grave, and he didn't want to mention anything that would make the old man sad.
"No one, maybe I saw it wrong."
This matter was revealed just like that.
But when the old man went back, he felt completely miserable and had no energy for a few days.
Since the second day of the Lunar New Year, people have been coming to visit us one after another to pay New Year greetings.
There are even people who used to have a good relationship with the eldest and second eldest child in the family.
They come every year and express the same idea.
Although the eldest and second child are gone, they will still treat him as their own father.