"You can't tell this yet. Our brother Zihua has obviously planned this for a long time." A man said in admiration.
"Wow!" Others were shocked when they heard this.
"Awesome!" Now a group of men praised him without hesitation.
Praise from the bottom of your heart can be moving, or it may be fake or staged, but this is all praise.
“It’s not as powerful as you think, it’s just the right time, place and people.
I had long since noticed that he didn't like him, so I secretly observed his every move. I didn't expect that he would actually be observed by me.
Last time he invited several family members to have a drink. I thought that if I wanted to get some leverage on him, I would have to get closer to him, so I pretended to be passing by."
Song Zihua said so much at once without even taking a breath.
There was a pause, and there were a group of curious babies staring at him, each asking a question.
"What happened next?"
"Yes, if Patriarch Song also knows that we are here to make noise, it will not be as simple as punishing Song Mingtian. At that time, Patriarch Song will have to peel off our skin."
"How can this be done?" Song Zihua heard this and wanted to refuse.
There were eleven men present, and this was not all the people who had followed the booing at the beginning, but some unpopular bystanders who came over. As for those who had status in the bystanders and had a good reputation, they all refused to come because they were drunk.
"Don't be polite to me. If it weren't for you, if we continued to follow Song Mingtian this time, I'm afraid we would have been implicated. By then, it won't be just him who will be punished by the Song family."
They had already done what they had done and had no choice but to come here shamelessly.
The people around seemed to feel the suffocating aura and couldn't help but tremble.
"Brother Zihua, don't say that. We are not the same. After this time, you have solved a big trouble for us. If you need our help in the future, you can call us." The person at the front said.
We had almost rested enough, so we started talking again.
Seeing a group of people below staring at him curiously, he drank helplessly, trying to find a place to put down the water glass in his hand.
"Yes, what's going on?"
"Not to mention, he is the kind of person who would like to treat a brother of a family as his own dog."
The man ran over as fast as he could, put down what he was holding, and hurried over.
"That's right, I've experienced this kind of thing before, and I don't regard us side branches as human beings at all."
"If you want to achieve your goals, it's nothing to be afraid of. I'm already in hell, so I'm not afraid of being on the eighteenth floor!" Song Zihua's face was calm, but there was obviously some anger in his eyes.
"I was pouring wine next to him, and within two glasses he was already drunk. His body began to sway, but he didn't feel drunk. After waiting for a while, he repeated what he had done at that time, obviously he had forgotten it.
I have already done it once, and when I saw him pouring wine for Song Qingji at the banquet today, I knew that he had forgotten something again."
"Yes, from now on I will follow Brother Zihua. Even if we are not successful, we can still take care of each other in this big house."
He also wanted to know the follow-up. This group of people kept talking about when it would end.
"I do too."
One word awakens the dreamer.
"Where did you just talk about?"
"Brother Zihua, remember to take us with you when he gets rich."
"Brother Zihua, you are not afraid of failure."
He also said that if you want what you do at the banquet to be successful, you must come.
"Brother Zihua, how about we follow you around?"
Unexpectedly, someone saw through Song Zihua's intention and ran in front of him.
"Why did it suddenly get cold?"
"Brother Zihua, please give me the water glass in your hand and I will put it away for you, but you can't talk until I come back."
"What's next? I'm so curious."
"Yes, yes, we will do it without saying anything once you call us."
Then eleven people expressed their willingness.
"Since you regard me as the leader today, I am here to establish my position. As long as you don't betray me and have something to eat from me, I will never forget you. I will definitely lead you to fight a way out of this Song mansion.
"
"Brother Zihua, please tell me quickly."
"Don't worry, let Brother Zihua take a sip. Brother Zihua will talk so much now, and his throat will definitely feel uncomfortable." As soon as the man said this, someone immediately brought water to Song Zihua.
The man who handed the water scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
They complained for a while, allowing Song Mingtian's voice to rest for a while.
"You damn boy, you still need Brother Zihua to lead you when he gets rich. Why don't you follow him now and make a name for yourself in the future? I think Brother Zihua is so smart. He will definitely do a lot in the future."
Seeing him coming, Song Zihua started to talk about some of the plans he had made for this matter.
When this person said this, the people below began to have this idea.
"Song Zihua, continue."
"You passed him, and then what?"
His expression showed sincerity, his eyes showed wisdom, he stood upright at 1.87 meters tall, and his temperament was natural, not at all like the greedy and dog-eating style he had just shown in front of the old family master.
"Isn't he also a side branch himself? He just relies on the love of the old Patriarch Song."
"Stop talking, let Brother Zihua do it." One person said hurriedly.
The aura around him changed, as if the sane, upright, handsome young man just now was not him.
They came partly because they were weak, and partly because Song Zihua told them to come.
But it was too far away from the table, so I had to give up.
"It's best to make the old master hate him."
"It can't be that easy. That's the only child of the old master's younger brother. What are you dreaming about!"
"I agree to follow Brother Zihua, what about you?"
"Why not? When the time comes, we will advance and retreat together, and we will have help in the future. Moreover, some of our group of people are much older than you, and we are wandering around in this branch courtyard. The head of the Song family is so stingy, why?
We, the unappreciated side branches, have been sent away with some minor affairs. We might as well work under you. Judging from your methods, it looks much better than those of your direct line."
"Okay." Song Mingtian agreed without thinking.
The group of men below unexpectedly did not make a fuss. They thought that this man was working for Song Mingtian, so it didn't matter if they listened later, and it wouldn't take long to put the cup in.
They feel like they are still in a dream now, and they really didn't expect that this matter would be solved so easily.
"To do this kind of thing is to seize the opportunity and take risks. Don't you think you guessed it right now? We are safe and we got the results we wanted." Song Zihua said nonchalantly.
"Then what if he still remembers us people making noise? We are going to be doomed." One person said.
"Fortunately, we have Brother Zihua this time. Now his status in the old patriarch's heart has dropped a lot."
"Then he stopped me and asked me to pour him wine and serve him like a servant."
"People can be in the bloodline closest to the direct line."
"That's it. Call us, we will be brothers from now on."
"That's too much."
"Oh, Brother Zihua, please continue to tell us."
Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Zihua did not refuse and naturally accepted the eleven extra boys he had today.
Song Zihua took it and said thank you.
"Okay, okay, brother Zihua, we believe in you. I also swear here that I will never judge the master, otherwise I will destroy my spiritual power."
"Never judge the Lord!"
"Never judge the Lord!"
Suddenly, eleven people started shouting, and their voices were loud and clear, soaring through the sky.
