The book was brief, and the banquet was over not long after, and the Xuanmen seniors had all finished eating and all left one after another.
Soon there were only three of us left at the table.
Xiaopang and Jiuye were very satisfied with the meal. After a while, their mouths were full of oil. Seeing them patting their bellies and looking like they were enjoying themselves, I despised them from the bottom of my heart. At this time, Ms. Yang was among several people.
He walked over surrounded by people, and after not seeing her for a few days, she was even more moisturized than when he saw her before. The strong smell of perfume could be detected from so far away.
"Jin Jiuye, you are here." Ms. Yang said and shook hands with Jiuye. Hearing this, Jiuye smiled honestly: "We are all old friends, so why don't you come? By the way, where is Lao Mao? So
I haven’t seen the groom for a long time!”
"Oh, don't you know this? There is a table of VIPs upstairs and I can't get out of my way. As soon as I get some free time, why don't I come down to entertain a few people~ Well... I'm ashamed to say that, these days
Some powerful people really can't offend... I hope Master Jiu won't find fault!" Ms. Yang said, looking at us apologetically, Master Jiu waved his hands carelessly, "Oh, what are you talking about?
We are all members of our own family, if you say that again, you will become an outsider!"
"Haha, I'm just afraid Master Jiu will be angry! How about it, have you finished eating? If not, let's have another table." Ms. Yang said that she really wanted to call the waiter. When the little fat man saw this, he waved his hand quickly: "Oh, Mrs. Mao, no need.
You’re welcome, I can’t eat anymore, I can’t eat anymore!”
After the fat man finished speaking, he patted his belly, and the waiter on the side covered his mouth and laughed with his muddled expression.
Everyone knows that this person is outspoken. When Ms. Yang saw this, she smiled and shook her head, exchanged a few words, and then waved her hand in a "please" motion to indicate that we would go upstairs with her.
Half an hour later, in Mr. Mao’s luxurious villa, the three of us sat on the valuable sofa and looked at the dazzling collections in the house.
I know something about gold and stone utensils, but I couldn't help but feel frightened when I looked at them. If nothing else, the original painting of Zhang Daqian on the wall is a valuable thing, not to mention the various porcelains from the Tang and Song Dynasties to the early Qing Dynasty.
.
The fat man had no interest in bottles and jars, so he ran directly to a finely carved jadeite and sighed. This fat man really has no aesthetic ability. He has always been interested in big and beautiful things. Seeing him like this, I smiled bitterly.
At this time, a nanny from Ms. Yang's branch came over and invited us to go into the house and change clothes.
Taking advantage of this time, I glanced around. Apart from the unnamed toys, calligraphy and paintings, a few glass jars lined up in the closet on one side quickly caught my attention.
Those were jars with faucets. They were made of glass, very transparent, and very delicate. You could even see a very expensive metal accessory on the top and bottom of the jar. The cost of those materials alone was tens of thousands at least.
, but the main body of such a thing turned out to be a jar, a jar for brewing medicinal wine.
The jars seemed to be sealed, because I didn't see where the opening was. There were five of them in total from left to right. The five jars contained wine, most of which were light yellow, and some were white and clean, almost
There are a large number of Chinese herbal medicines and some unnamed things in each wine-making jar. What I recognize are various old ginseng and a thick layer of wolfberry.
"Hey, what's in this? Look, there are thorns on it!" I asked Xiaopang as I knocked on the glass and pointed at the strange creature coiled up inside.
After hearing this, the little fat man walked over and took a look, and then said to me with disdain: "Damn it, you don't even know this? This is a whip."
"What?" I looked at him suspiciously and asked again.
"Oh, it's a small penis! Look, this should be a tiger penis, love me grass, it's the first time I've seen such a big one, Mr. Mao is really capable, where did he get this from!"
Fatty said, touching his chin with a shocked look on his face, and then he wiped it on the glass jar with great longing, looking at that bearish look, he was probably thinking about it.
"Are you sure this is a tiger's penis? Damn it, why is this thing like this..." Looking at the strips full of barbs at one end, I grinned. Although I live in a mountainous area,
I grew up in a rural area, but I have never seen a real tiger since I was born. Moreover, I thought that a tiger’s penis was the same as a human penis, but I never thought that one end of this thing would look like this.
brutal.
Looking at the appearance of that thing, I suddenly felt that nature is really magical. I really don’t understand why the end of the tiger whip has such a hooked and harsh shape. Come to think of it, the tigress living with it must be very uncomfortable.
, this would be extremely exciting if it were a piston movement.
"Oh, are you pretending to be confused on purpose? Haven't you always been quite knowledgeable? Why do you suddenly lose this bit of common sense..." Xiaopang said, staring at the contents of the jar and posing.
Very professional look: "I have known since I was a child that, in fact, feline chicks
Chickens all look like this. You see, they have thorns! It is said that all mammals had this thing in the early days. Later, in order to maintain a long-term partnership, the barbs that hindered emotional communication gradually shed.
." After saying this, he laughed again, and his smile was extremely obscene.
"What about this one? Is this one too?" Shaking my head, I felt that I couldn't stay on this very pornographic and violent topic for too long, so I walked towards the tube next to me, squinted my eyes and looked at it, and sure enough, this one...
Don't know either.
"This is a deer penis, used to tonify the kidneys and strengthen yang. It is said that this thing is very effective." The little fat man said, tilting his chin in a coquettish way, touching the sparse beard stubble and giving me a meaningful look.
, "I know where this thing is sold. If you want to buy it, you can contact me. With my connections, I can give you almost a 20% discount."
"Holy shit, how come you know everyone? Could it be that..." A guess suddenly came to my mind, and I looked at Xiaopang with a smile. When Xiaopang heard this, he stopped talking, and he hesitated for a long time.
The meaning of disease becomes cure.
Seeing this, Jin Jiuye also came over with coffee, pinched his waist and smiled bitterly again: "Lu Li, please stop teasing the little fat man. He is right, everything in this is filled with whips. You
I don’t know, Lao Mao is a mediocre person.
There are three good things in life, one is a good woman, the other is money, and the third is antiques, calligraphy, paintings, gold and stone tools. Now that I am not young, and I am interested in this secret recipe for strengthening the essence, I guess this old boy is a little embarrassed and can't say it."