The entire Mao family was lifeless. Even the guards at the door looked listless. The bright sunshine was above their heads, but there seemed to be a cloud of gloom in their chests that would not go away.
"Ahem..."
Mr. Zhu coughed twice, and the two listless head guards immediately raised their heads and looked over. When they saw Mr. Zhu in front of them and Lin Kun behind them, they immediately cheered up and stood up straight, then bent down and shouted:
"Mr. Zhu..."
Mr. Zhu said: "Please tell your old man that I, Zhu Bingshan, am here."
The two head guards said politely, "Mr. Zhu, please wait a moment."
One of the head guards stepped back, turned around and ran into the courtyard to report.
We are now in modern society. There is no need to make the subordinates break their legs and go to Mr. Mao’s house to report. The Mao family’s compound occupies a vast area. We really want the guards of the head of the family to go to Mr. Mao’s house.
,run
A broken leg is a trivial matter. It will take at least ten minutes to get there. Who is waiting outside the door? The old man of the Zhu family, one of the four major families, and the current young head of the Zhu family. Let these two wait.
It’s been a long time, where are you playing!?
However, the rules are still rules. This ordinary head guard does not have the authority to report directly to Mr. Mao. He needs to find the general manager in the inner courtyard, who will report to Mr. Mao's butler Tang Zhaonian.
The person who came out to greet Mr. Mao was Mr. Mao's personal butler Tang Zhaonian. When Tang Zhaonian was young, he was a versatile man in both civil and military affairs. Among the big families in Yanjing Imperial City, which old man did not have a versatile subordinate who had been with him for many years.
Tang Zhaonian came out of the inner courtyard, panting and sweating on his forehead. He was obviously walking in a hurry. In normal times, Tang Zhaonian would not have been so nervous, even though he was standing in front of Mr. Zhu and Lin Kun at the moment.
, try to restrain yourself
I am anxious in my heart and dare not slack off, but I can't help the sweat on my forehead. I can't help but sigh in my heart. Time is not forgiving. If I was in my prime more than 20 years ago, I would only run a few steps.
, why make yourself so embarrassed.
"Mr. Zhu, please come inside. Mr. Mao is waiting in the inner courtyard to make tea." Tang Zhaonian bent down, looking pious. If this was in the past, even if Tang Zhaonian bent down, there would be a bit of arrogance on his face.
But now he bent down piously, even the wrinkles on his face were pious.
"Xiao Tang, you don't have to be so polite, just straighten your back." Mr. Zhu said with a smile, his face full of kindness.
Although Tang Zhaonian was old, he was still a junior compared to Mr. Zhu. He smiled and slowly straightened his back, but still maintained a slightly bowed posture.
Wow…
"The fragrance of tea overflows throughout the garden, the red apricots dye the autumn festival; the city is full of excitement for a night, and the love of brothers and sisters lasts for a hundred years!"
In Mr. Mao's small courtyard, Mr. Mao was sitting by the sea of tea on the stone table making tea with a frown on his face. Suddenly, a poem was recited from outside the courtyard.
Mr. Mao raised his head and looked out the door with his dim eyes. Mr. Zhu walked in with a smile. The poem he recited came from Mr. Zhu's mouth. Mr. Zhu's steps were steady.
Mao Huajun stands behind Mr. Mao. The general trend in the capital has been reversed by the Zhu family overnight. Mr. Mao has not seen anyone in the past few days. He only allows Mao Huajun to come and talk to him when he has nothing to do.
say.
Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that you cannot find the opportunity for nirvana from failure. The four major families in Yanjing Imperial City are inherently superior. Only these four major families can be defeated by each other. Other so-called
If you try to offend these four major families, you may just offend them in the morning and you will have to prepare a coffin for yourself in the evening.
This is definitely not a joke or an exaggeration. The four major families in Yanjing Imperial City definitely have this strength. In this turmoil in the business world, there are many families who are on the wrong side. They are either severely injured and vomiting blood, or they are wiped out. If they want to
I don’t know how many generations of hard work it will take to pout again.
Of course, the Zhu family will help those who were in the Zhu family's column before and let them rise again and become stronger than before. (One Zero)
As for the Mao family, the Mao family has too much to take care of themselves now, so how can we help them rise, so talking about a team is equivalent to gambling.
Mr. Mao was quite open-minded. He had never seen any big storms in his life. This was a rare opportunity for him to teach Mao Huajun so that his proudest grandson could learn from it and achieve nirvana.
Mao Huajun looked at Mr. Zhu with eyes full of hostility and snorted coldly.
Lin Kun's eyes immediately looked over, and the moment he met Mao Huajun head-on, the murderous intent in his eyes was like a sword from the scorching sun, as if it was about to pierce Mao Huajun's soul. Mao Huajun's heart suddenly trembled, and his whole body was cold.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on my back. (Zero One)
Old Man Mao felt the confrontation between Lin Kun and Mao Huajun, but he did not participate. He looked at Old Zhu with a look of disgust and sneered, "Old Man Zhu, your body is quite strong, I thought you were going to burp.
Damn it, this poem you wrote is too bad, who is your brother?"
Mr. Zhu sat unceremoniously opposite Mr. Mao and said with a smile: "You old guy, your mouth has always been so bad. The world has changed, and now it has transferred to our Zhu family. What can you do if you are not convinced? My
You don’t have to listen to poems if you don’t like them. I just plan to publish a collection of poems before the end of the year, so this poem will be the last closing poem.”
"Bah! Old man, you only have these two brushes and you still want to come up with a collection of poems. If you can publish a collection of poems, I can publish three hundred Tang poems and a thousand Song lyrics!" Mr. Mao cursed.
Mr. Zhu turned a deaf ear, picked up the cup in his hand, took a sip of tea, and said after tasting it: "Tea, it is indeed good tea. It is fragrant in the mouth and stays in the throat."
"snort!"
Mr. Mao snorted coldly, "Nonsense, this tea is the best Dahongpao from Wuyishan. It can't be exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold. There are thousands of red robes from Wuyishan, but this is the best Dahongpao. In the past, when Zhang Zhenren drank tea, there were only a dozen or so tea gardens."
Even the top leaders of our country may not be able to drink it even if it is a square meter."
"Um……"
Mr. Zhu stroked his beard and looked like he agreed with the appreciation, but the conversation immediately changed, "The tea is good, but this person is not so good."
The expression on Mr. Mao's face was stunned for a moment, and then he became furious. He slapped the stone table with a bang. The solid stone table shook, and the sea of tea on the table shook. Mr. Mao suddenly stood up.
, "Zhu Bingshan, you old boy, don't bully others too much!" (To be continued)