As soon as he mentioned that he owed a bottle of good wine, the voice on the phone immediately became louder. He was so weak and old, as if he was like a candle, and he immediately seemed like a different person. His voice was definitely not lower than that of Lao Kui.
Lin Kun and others were next to Lao Kui. The voice came through the microphone. Although it didn't sound very loud, it was clear enough. Lao Kui immediately looked embarrassed, as if he was afraid that Lin Kun and the others would hear his embarrassing things.
He quickly turned around, covered his chin with his hand, and whispered: "Brother Long, it's been so many years, how do you still remember it?"
The voice on the phone immediately rose again, "You old boy, what you are drinking is the heirloom wine of our Long family. It has a history of more than 300 years, and I want you to drink it all at once. I heard that you even came to our villa.
, you old boy are so courageous, if you don’t return my drink today, I will beat you..."
"Brother Long, Brother Long!"
Lao Kui immediately shouted: "Don't get excited yet. The jar of heirloom wine in your house was actually forgotten by your ancestors in the wine cellar. If I hadn't discovered it, you might not have been able to discover it in your life, let alone
Not to mention that we exchanged glasses together and you got extremely drunk. Well, in fact, you shouldn’t bear grudges against me, but should be grateful to me.”
"You old boy, you are actually playing rogue with me!?"
"I'm not being a rogue, Brother Long. Think about it, our lives only last for a few decades. If we never drink such good wine in this life, what a pity we will have one day when we kick our legs out. You
Calm down, I just took on a little apprentice, this guy is incredible, he has money, meat, wine, and..."
Lao Kui chuckled, turned around and glanced at Lin Kun. This look made Lin Kun's hair stand on end. Lao Kui continued to lower his voice and said: "I will ask him to get some good wine to honor you then, let's
In the wine cellar of the Shen family in Jiangnan, there are some good and bad wines, the lowest ones are from the late Qing Dynasty. Even if they are not as good as the 300-year-old wine in your jar, they will be about the same."
"Jiangnan Shen family?" The old man on the phone obviously didn't believe it, and said: "Can he move out the Shen family's wine? Is he a junior of the Shen family?"
"Brother Long, do you still have to doubt my credibility? Anyway, I will definitely have your good wine by then!"
"Okay, if you old boy dares to lie to me again this time, I will go down from the Longhu Building right away and beat you up!"
After saying that, the old man on the phone was about to hang up, and Lao Kui quickly called out: "Brother Long, wait a minute, I have something to ask you..."
Lao Kui explained the specific matter in a concise and concise manner, and the old man on the phone readily agreed, "It's nothing, I'll give the order right away."
Lao Kui hung up the phone, turned around with a proud look on his face, and looked at Lin Kun and the others. Lin Kun's expression was not very good. Lao Kui immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Boy, what are you looking at? Your master
I helped you so much
It's such a big favor, you should at least thank me. Anyway, your grandpa's wine cellar has a lot of good wine, so I brought out a few jars and sent them over. A few jars of wine can make the Jiangnan Shen family and Longhu Villa bond. This is
A beautiful thing.”
Mr. Shen Wanjin has never been involved in the Jianghu all his life. Except for his third uncle Shen Congwu, the rest of the Shen family have almost never been involved in the Jianghu. However, although Jianghu sounds strange in modern times, it can be compared with something as big as Longhu Villa.
The connection between the Jianghu family is theoretically beneficial to the Shen family.
Lin Kun thought about it for a while and felt that it made sense, so he grinned and said: "Master, thank you!"
The old man chuckled, touched his chin, thinking about when he would have to grow a goatee, and said: "This is nothing, your brothers from the Northeast will come in soon, you kid
Just remember to owe me a favor."
Here, Lin Kun and Lao Kui were chatting. Immediately, a staff member from Longhu Villa came over. The person who came was dressed in the costumes of the Villa, some of which were in the Jiangnan style. He had a work nameplate on his chest, and his position.
It's not that low, he is a chief deacon.
The general deacon looked to be in his forties, a thin middle-aged man. When he came to Lao Kui, he bowed down respectfully and said: "Senior Lao Kui, I am here to serve our Master Long.
I am here to serve you."
The attitude on Lao Kui's face was also polite, and he said with a smile: "Thank you then."
"It should."
The man agreed with a smile, and then began to order the two attendants behind him to clear all the seats around Lin Kun and his party. The people who were originally sitting were persuaded to arrange seats elsewhere.
This move naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many people, but the people who came here to participate in the martial arts conference were all Jianghu people, and they were still very wary of the power of the Long family. Most of them muttered a few words in a low voice, and occasionally made some nonsense.
Even those who shouted loudly were persuaded by the middle-aged man to sit down.
Soon, a group of road bosses from Heihe Province, accompanied by the staff of Longhu Villa, walked over. This group of Northeastern bosses felt that they were being treated favorably, and every one of them had happy faces.
Of course, these people also attributed the credit to Lin Kun. They came from afar and were not familiar with the place. If Lin Kun had not intervened, they would have never had the chance to come to this martial arts conference no matter how unwilling they were.
At the scene, you can catch a glimpse of the heroes.
Everyone sat down happily, and many people came forward to express their gratitude to Lin Kun. The attitude of these Heihe Province bosses towards Lin Kun was reflected all the way, as they met the terrorists from the East Shrine on the plane, and then to the Jiang Nanchun Hotel.
, then to the Shen family in Jiangnan, and then to the current Longhu Villa and a series of other events, their attitude towards Lin Kun gradually changed from the same hatred to one that they gradually recognized.
To put it bluntly, although these gangsters on the Heihe Provincial Road are fierce in the eyes of ordinary people, they are also reasonable. They are not the ruffians of the old society, or the ordinary market scoundrels of today.
With a certain status, even those who are at the top still have a certain level of internal cultivation. I can’t say how high this internal cultivation is, but it is still much better than some unreasonable ordinary people.
In addition, they, the big guys on the road, also admire those who are truly powerful. Lin Kun showed a lot of strength at such a young age, which gradually formed an influence in their hearts.
The martial arts conference was about to officially start, but due to the influence of Lin Kun and his group, it was temporarily postponed for at least ten minutes. The staff of Longhu Villa came over to personally arrange for the Northeastern bosses to sit down. At this time, there was a group of people
Arriving late, he walked towards Lin Kun and others.
Many people present noticed this group of people. There were eight people in total, six men and two women. The women were wearing pink kimonos decorated with cherry blossoms, while the men were all wearing black warrior attire.
Walking at the front was a man with silver hair, who looked to be in his fifties, with a majestic demeanor and steady steps. He was followed by two women. The five men behind him, most of whom were around thirty, were all gloomy.
His face, his eyes were like those of a vulture, looking around in all directions, his eyes sweeping over the faces of the Chinese people, his eyes showing undisguised contempt... (To be continued)