Volume 6 [The tiger is strong even when it goes to sea] NO.95 Zhang Family Courtyard
In the courtyard, Zhang Laoer often runs water in the flower garden. This year's flowers bloomed so well that many people came to check out the appearance. There was a white orchid in March that was spotted by a businessman from Taiwan Province, and the price was $2.
One hundred thousand. Although Zhang Laosan knows that there are many kinds of orchids and good ones can be valuable, the flowers in this nursery are all worthless things.
It was considered a good relationship, and the Taipei businessman was also kind. It took him more than two weeks to show off his attitude, so this March white orchid was sold to him.
As Labor Day was approaching, this businessman from Taiwan Province even drove his car over to deliver gifts. He was thoughtful and acted like a junior, so he knew etiquette.
On April 28, the Taiwanese businessman was sent away, and another group of people came.
The arrival of the car may not be a good thing, but its appearance and appearance made everyone in the Zhang family courtyard look at it for a long time: "Who is here again?"
He turned on the radio, listened to Kunqu Opera, and started humming a tune on the recliner while shaking his head.
The cars lined up in a row and parked on the side of the road. You could see those tough-looking men standing outside in smart clothes, wearing sunglasses or hiding their hands. They were all masters whose sharp edges were half exposed.
These people are all very good at kung fu.
"This is it. Good guy, it's really easy to find."
"Big shopkeeper, please come in front."
"The ones at the back have carried their things. The boxes have red ropes and gold threads. They are all long and eye-catching. Everything else is missing something. Today we are going to pay homage to the seniors. We have done enough to be polite and decent. If one or two of them lose their status for us, they will lose face.
We’ll eat him and feed him to the dogs tomorrow!”
"yes!"
The first two people were wearing Hanfu, long robes and cloth shoes, with jade pendants hanging on their waists. The jade pendants were connected with red beads, and the red beads were connected with a thousand silk knots. The thousand silk knots were tied with a bed of small river clam pearls, which made the room bright and bright.
Both of them are middle-aged, with deep eyes and powerful postures. The one on the left wears a tiger head jade pendant around his waist, has an unshaven beard on his face, and speaks in a very loud voice.
The one on the right has a bull-headed jade pendant around his waist, with a resolute look on his face. He is holding a brass hot pot in his hand, with ten pieces of northeastern incense burning in it. The hollow patterns are full of fragrance.
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"The people who are running around and standing guard are all a bit stupid in their postures. Why are their eyesight so bad! I didn't see that the big shopkeepers have already hung up their faucet sticks. There is no pomp in doing things. How can you look good when you go out?
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The young one at the back was wearing a jade pendant and carrying a bucket of unknown liquid in his hand, which he sprinkled continuously on one side. Someone on both sides wrapped up the carpet and spread it out with a splash.
This scene, ha! It really shocked the people in the Zhang Family Courtyard.
"Damn it, you son of a bitch can't be the emperor! I've never seen anyone show off like this."
"You know what, this is called panache. I can't tell who the founder is. Did you see that he even has a Jia Dinglishi? At least he is a good person who is a gangster."
"Third uncle, what does this mean? Why do these people come to us to show off?"
Several juniors gathered near the Zhang Family Courtyard. They were all very frightened. Yang Jinbiao wanted to cause trouble, but ended up being expelled from the family. Decades of good fortune were wiped out like this. They were really gasping for breath.
Seeing the extraordinary aura of these people, I have seen such generosity before, but I have never seen it so blindly staged.
Zhang Laosan glanced at it and said: "What the fuck, let them rub your eggs. Just take care of yourselves. Stop messing around."
"Hey, I got it."
A few people nodded, and a group of old brothers rubbed their hands and recorded melon seeds and peanuts in front of the hall, with curiosity and doubts in their eyes.
Zhang Juncai asked strangely: "Lao San, you are so impressive, even more impressive than Tang Enbo, that pig and dog beast."
"Uncle Tang Enbo, this pig, dog and beast is considered a genus. Style, you know the style of eggs."
The old guys bickered for a while and glared at each other, only to see a red carpet rolling out to the door, and the guys stood in a row, their eyes full of respect and doubt.
Zhang Yisheng held a cigarette in his mouth and spat towards the side. He asked: "Hey little brother. Where are you from?"
Those young men were all handsome, but they didn't speak. They stood there motionless, like wooden piles.
Zhang Sanxian chuckled: "Hey, he is still a well-educated person, which is a bit interesting."
"There's someone coming over there."
Zhang Bingsheng pursed his lips.
On the other side of the river bank, a group of old men were walking back and forth, followed by people of all sizes. The vehicles were lined up for an unknown length of time. What was going on here? Mayor Qin Chao on the other side of the city hall was feeling it.
"What do you mean? Who is here?" Qin Chao asked the secretary.
"I don't know. All of them are weird and dressed like they're singing in an opera."
Qin Chao frowned and said helplessly: "Forget it, forget it. Just let them go. You can't just let them go. Anyway, murder and arson are enough to support the sky. These old people have only half a foot in the coffin."
Yes, how can one still rebel?
It’s really not easy for Mayor Qin.
"Why don't you recognize any of these people?"
Zhang Juncai was munching peanuts, and several old men beside him, Chuanchuan, looked at Zhang Erxian in confusion! "Second brother, think about it. Is there anyone we know?"
"Everyone I know is a poor person. I know the most powerful official, but he doesn't know me." Zhang Sanxian rolled his eyes at them.
These old brothers all know what is going on in his family.
Except for Zhang Yongxian who had been a local official, the others really didn't have any big officials.
Officials can't help themselves, and people with money are uneasy.
In these years, old man, I really can't think of any awesome people I know. Seeing that the people here are all weird, I really can't think of anyone who is right or good.
When they waited in front of the door, a group of old people were standing on the field. The wolf dogs raised in the surrounding yards began to bark. A little wolf dog from the old guy's house jumped out and barked at the crowd. After being restrained by Zhang Sanxian, he carried it
Next to him, he shouted, and the little wolfdog sat at his feet and stopped barking.
"Why does it seem like there is still a plaque?"
Zhang Juncai saw it at a glance and said strangely.
After the group of people got closer, the leader, an old man with a dragon-headed staff, smiled and said, "Master Zhang, I haven't seen you for many years. How are you doing lately?"
Hero?
"Damn it, these three sons of bitches are considered a hero!" Zhang Juncai almost burst out laughing. Zhang Sanxian, an old guy, is just like them. He didn't even recognize a few people from a few decades ago.
When the soldiers fought, they really killed countless people, heroes? Are they heroes who can't even get enough to eat?
"I am Zhang Sanxian, and you are" Zhang Laosan looked at the old man with the dragon head staff strangely.
"I'm Gongsun Jia. You saved me in Shijiazhuang in the 40th year."
Zhang Sanxian frowned: "I didn't move around much in Hebei in the 1940s."
flow and…
"Zhang Daxia, it's normal that you don't remember me. I searched for you for many years, but there was no news. Later, after I left the country, I didn't return to my home country for decades, but I did know that you were related to the Zhang family in Yangzhou, but Mr. Zhang
The senior didn't disclose the information, so he gave it up. Last year, at the foot of Junzhang Mountain in Wuxi, we saw the Zhang family tiger in the Three Kingdoms City, and we vaguely speculated that it might be related to Daxia Zhang."
"No, no, no, don't call me Zhang Daxia. I feel uncomfortable all over. If you don't mind, just call me Captain Zhang." The old man grinned and felt like his goose bumps were about to fall off.
A group of petrified old people are sitting there: Zhang Daxia? If the third brother can be considered a hero, wouldn't I be the leader of the martial arts alliance?
"Some small gifts to express your feelings
All I saw was that the large plaque covered with red silk had been torn off, and there were a few large gold-plated characters on it: Three Flying Tigers of North China.
I don’t know who signed the signature, but I guess he asked the calligraphy master to do it. But these old bumpkins don’t know anything, and they stared at each other with big eyes: “Hey, I have never been so shameless in my life.”
"A pair of Mingdefang brass incense burners"
As soon as the promise was sung, a man with a loud voice held up his hands. He lifted it up in one breath. Suddenly, two men carried the copper incense burner and lifted it towards a group of old men. This rule is required, half a foot,
No more, no less. He walked into the front hall with four straight steps and put down the two copper stoves on both sides.
"A pair of rhinoceros horns and small bright flower carvings"
Then he saw two neatly dressed boys, walking in small steps, wearing red clothes and black trousers, holding a pair of white rhinoceros horns above their heads, lined with red silk cloth. Then they slowly entered and placed themselves in the middle. "**, Third Brother, you
Sent”
A group of old men were confused. Zhang Laosan thought that his grandson had made a lot of money and was a billionaire. However, he still lived his life casually, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he would suddenly become rich?
This thing doesn't look like a street vendor.
"Third brother, this can't be a copycat."
"Copycat, you mother!" Zhang Bingsheng burst out with a fashionable word for copycat, and Zhang Juncai turned around and cursed.
These old guys are really rubes I have never seen before.
"A pair of Shanxi Fengxiang Hall jade"
Two young men with white faces and red jade swords came over, holding a pair of jade bis, and then also walked in.
Zhang Sanxian was stunned there, pinched Zhang Juncai with his backhand, and screamed like a slaughtering pig: "What a fucking grandson, this son of a bitch is not dreaming!".
"No, I'm a little confused now. Why all of a sudden, I really don't remember where I saved you. I've been to Shijiazhuang, Hebei a few times."
Zhang Sanxian asked in confusion
The old man with the dragon-headed staff smiled.
In Tbilisi, Mark took two of his disciples from Sanxuantang to Russia. The situation has been a bit bad recently, and the relationship between Georgia and Russia is like a powder keg.
"You went to Gronitz?" Zhang Bi asked.
"When you find something, come back." Mark said.
Zhang Ben said: "Okay, then I will go to Tehran."
"Take some time and return to China first. Boss Shang probably has something to ask of you. You should think about it and do it." Mark warned.
After the two hung up the phone, Zhang Bi put on his outfit, carried his suitcase and entered the airport with great swagger.