After Tang Zhaonian whispered in Mr. Mao's ear, the expression on Mr. Mao's face suddenly changed. A group of Mao family disciples who were discussing in the yard suddenly saw something wrong with the expression on the old man's face. They all stopped talking and looked at each other.
He looked over at the old man.
Mr. Mao was silent for a moment, then looked at the people in the yard and said, "Zhu Bingshan is here. Although the Mao family and the Zhu family are fighting now, none of you are prepared to neglect the etiquette, otherwise we will deal with it according to the family law."
A group of people looked at each other, and then started talking quietly...
"Ha, it seems that the Zhu family really can't hold it any longer, and the old man has taken action himself."
"The Zhu family has been arrogant for so long, but what's the use? In the face of real strength, they have to bow to our Mao family, haha, what a joke."
"Apologise? Will an apology be useful? No matter what they say this time, the Zhu family will not have a chance to offend our Mao family. They are asking for it."
"Let's go all out and drive the Zhu family out of Yanjing Imperial City completely."
"Yes, drive him out. With the Zhu family here, there will be no peace in the world."
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"Quiet, everyone!"
Mr. Mao stopped with a shout, "Chirp, chirp, what do you think this is, a vegetable market? Pay attention to your status and etiquette."
Mr. Mao did not go out to greet him personally, but sent his personal butler Tang Zhaonian.
Tang Zhaonian is over fifty years old, but his body is very strong and strong. When he walks, there is wind under his feet, and the sound of his soles on the ground is very slight. No matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, the sound left by his soles is like a rustling sound.
The lingering autumn wind blew a few fallen leaves on the ground.
Mr. Zhu came alone, wearing very casual clothes and holding a bird cage in his hand. He was no different from the old man who walked in the park and played with birds in the morning in Yanjing Imperial City.
When Tang Zhaonian met Mr. Zhu, even though he felt contempt and disdain in his heart, the moment he saw Mr. Zhu, he immediately felt an aura as overwhelming as Mount Tai from this seemingly ordinary old man. (One Zero)
"Mr. Zhu..."
Tang Zhaonian bent down, almost at an angle of ninety degrees, and the two men following him also bent down in the same posture.
Mr. Zhu glanced at Tang Zhaonian and said with a smile: "Xiao Tang, you don't need so many etiquette."
"Mr. Zhu, you still have to be polite." Tang Zhaonian said with a smile, straightened his waist a little, and began to lead the way.
Mr. Zhu had not been to the Mao family's compound for decades, but he had come here to play when he was a child. At that time, several of his brothers and Mr. Mao's brothers, the older generations of the two families, worked together to help each other.
But when it comes to their generation, they seem to be naturally incapable of dealing with them, and they started fighting when they were young.
Looking at the strange yet familiar flowers and plants around him, Mr. Zhu smiled and sighed, "Oh, after decades, I am really old."
Tang Zhaonian smiled and said: "Mr. Zhu, you are not old at all, your body is still strong."
Zhu Lao said with a smile: "Tough? The loess is almost buried up to your neck."
There was still a group of people in Mr. Mao's courtyard, but there was no sign of any noise. Mr. Mao's words were an edict in the Mao family. He told his children and grandchildren to keep quiet. No one would dare to make any noise.
Mr. Zhu walked into the small courtyard. When he saw so many people in the courtyard, he was slightly stunned and said with a smile: "Brother Mao, am I delaying your family meeting?"
"Hello Uncle Zhu!"
"I've met Mr. Zhu!"
"Hello Grandpa Zhu!"
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A group of juniors from the Mao family greeted Mr. Zhu in unison, with indispensable etiquette.
Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Children, they have all grown up."
Mr. Mao said with a kind look: "Bingshan, we are already so old. It would be illogical for these children not to grow up." (Zero One)
Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Yes, decades have passed."
Mr. Mao said: "Bingshan, you haven't been to our Mao family for many years. You came here today because of some recent events."
At the age and status of Mr. Mao and Mr. Zhu, no matter what they discuss, they can talk about it in a calm and relaxed manner. Mr. Mao gets straight to the point, and Mr. Zhu doesn't shy away from it. Under the disdainful and contemptuous eyes of the younger members of the Mao family, he smiles.
Said: "Some of the things that have happened recently will happen to our two families sooner or later. In this business world, even if we fight to the death, there will be no blood. Even if we lose in the end, as long as we lose in an honest way, it doesn't matter."
.”
As soon as Mr. Zhu said these words, all the younger members of the Mao family looked at him with even more contempt and disdain. Some even sneered coldly, "Ha..."
Mr. Mao did not show any displeasure at being so rude to the juniors. In his heart, Mr. Zhu's words just now could not escape the word hypocrisy.
Judging from the current situation, the Zhu family has clearly been at a disadvantage in this smokeless business war, even though the Zhu family's granddaughter-in-law is resourceful and has used strong tactics to clear up the business conflicts within the Zhu family.
, but it is difficult to achieve anything in this business war.
On the battlefield, two sides with equal strength, one of which has a changeable and sharp strategy, will often win the final victory of the war. However, if the strength of the two sides is greatly different, there is no hope at all, and what can they do if they are resourceful? They can only watch helplessly.
Leaving in a good situation.
The Zhu family's business world is on the verge of collapse, but Mr. Zhu seems to be indifferent. In the eyes of Mr. Mao and everyone in the Mao family, it is simply ridiculous that you have come to such a point to fight back.
Mr. Mao laughed calmly, "Bingshan, you have always looked like you didn't like to admit defeat since you were a child. You played crickets and glass balls. You were average at everything, but you never gave up. I never expected that.
After decades, your temper has not changed."
Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "Old Mao, our Zhu family does not have an advantage in today's disputes in the business world, but fighter jets are ever-changing. It's not tiring to care so much. You are still the same as before, no matter what you do.
, are willing to judge subjectively, which is actually wrong.”
"oh?"
Mr. Mao was unconvinced, "You mean, there is still hope for your Zhu family?"
Mr. Zhu did not answer, but changed the topic and said, "Are Mao Huafeng, Mao Huawu, and Mao Hua'an all here?"
Mao Huafeng, Mao Huawu, and Mao Hua'an, the three outstanding figures of the Mao family, did not answer immediately. Instead, they looked at Mr. Zhu together. After receiving Mr. Zhu's acquiescence, the three people walked out of the crowd, "We are here, Zhu
grandfather."
Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "You have grown so big that I almost can't recognize you. I came here today to clear up some misunderstandings about the three of you who were almost killed last night..." (To be continued)