Standing at the door was Xu Yong, who smiled respectfully and said, "Mr. Zhuo."
At this time, Xu Yong's posture was very respectful, not at all the awe-inspiring and contemptuous attitude he had when he first arrived.
Zhuo Bufan has established his power in the ring, and he is only seventeen years old. It will not be a problem to surpass his uncle in the future. Xu Yong is self-aware, and now he and Zhuo Bufan are not at the same level.
"Mr. Zhuo, I didn't treat you well when you came to the hotel the day before yesterday. I plan to arrange the best presidential suite for you. You see..." Xu Yong had a humble attitude. He only hoped that Zhuo Bufan would not hold a grudge.
Zhuo Bufan shook his head and smiled: "No need, I will leave Blue Valley and return to Jinling tomorrow."
"Okay, sorry for bothering you." Xu Yong sighed inwardly, exited the room and quickly walked to the office on the top floor of the hotel.
Sitting in the office was a middle-aged man, in his early forties, wearing a very formal suit, "Ayong, how are you?"
"Mr. Rizhuo came here the other day. I wanted to make friends with Qin Yecang. I laughed at him a few words and arranged an ordinary guest room for him. I guess I had no chance to make friends. He rejected my proposal to change rooms." Xu Yong turned pale.
The middle-aged man was Xu Yong's father, Xu Ji. He frowned and said, "You are not high enough. I should have gone over for this kind of thing. But you know that people from other branches of the Xu family are keeping a close eye on you. Do you want to be in the Xu family again?"
Going further, I can only find a noble person and find an opportunity to visit Mr. Zhuo again."
Xu Yong sighed deeply and nodded.
Three days after returning to Jinling, Zhuo Bufan entrusted the refined Yang Yuan Pill to Long Geyue and asked her to turn the corner to Mr. Long, and immediately began to practice in seclusion without even going to class.
On this day, both Zhang Bingye and Chen Hongmeng had a rest. Zhang Bingfu and Li Baihe brought Zhang Xiaoyu to their homes as guests, as well as some elders and cousins of the Zhang family.
"Second uncle, you are now a celebrity in the city government and have moved to a new home. It's a pity that the furniture in this home is still the same and you don't want to change it." Li Baihe had a look of contempt on his face.
Zhang Bingye's house is a two-story duplex house allocated by the government. It is a public asset and will be taken back in the future. Today is a day to congratulate the new home. All the relatives of the Zhang family are here.
During this period, Zhang Bingye became the mayor's former poinsettia, and the elders and relatives of the Zhang family came to flatter him. They used to flatter Zhang Bingfu, but now Zhang Bingfu suddenly fell out of favor, which was a little hard to accept, so Lily Li liked to make sarcastic remarks.
Zhang Bingfu chuckled and said: "Second brother is in politics after all, and the things he does at home are too grand to let others control. However, these houses are really old. If second brother is short of money, just say a word to me."
Zhang Bingye said with a cold face: "I'm used to it, I don't need to replace it with a new one."
Chen Hongmeng also laughed, and Zhang Xiaoyu was the only one who couldn't laugh. She hadn't told her parents about what happened in Blue Valley City.
Zhang Tongtong's sister-in-law curled her lips and said: "The second brother has become a celebrity in front of the mayor. My husband wants to be transferred to a state-owned enterprise and the second brother doesn't help. It's like he's not a high official."
Ever since Zhang Bingye was promoted to the director of the municipal government office, all these relatives came over to ask him to do things, but Zhang Bingye didn't help any of them, and all his relatives spoke ill of him when they met.
I originally wanted to flatter him, but now it seems that Zhang Bingfu is not willing to lend them money.
Zhang Tongtong's grandfather said solemnly: "Your second brother has been upright since he was a child, and he has done favoritism for you. If the Discipline Inspection Commission finds out, your second brother will still have his job."
"Isn't it just a trivial matter?" My sister-in-law curled her lips and said unhappily.
Zhang Bingfu drank tea slowly, and Li Baihe showed a look of pride on their faces at the same time. They had been suppressed by their second brother a few days ago, but now they have finally regained their face.
"Ding dong!" Suddenly the doorbell rang.
Chen Menghong frowned and said: "All the relatives at home are here. Who knows? Tongtong go and open the door."
Standing at the door were several middle-aged men with burly and round waists and angry eyebrows, with bodyguards behind them and various gifts in their hands, which startled Zhang Tongtong.
"Miss Tong."
"Miss Tong."
Zhang Bingye frowned for a moment. The people at the door looked like they were on the road. One of them even knew Ye Beiliang from Jinling North City. He worked in the district and had dealings with Ye Beiliang.
Zhang Bingfu looked at the thirty-year-old man with a gold chain, quickly got up and walked over, lowering his eyebrows and saying: "Brother Dong, why are you here?"
"Oh, Ah Fu..." Dadong glanced at him, "I'm here to see Miss Tong, are you her?"
"I am his uncle." Zhang Bingfu said, unable to turn around.
These people are all big bosses who dominate the world. Why would they come to see a niece of mine who is still in high school?
"It turns out she's your niece, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Dadong patted him hard on the shoulder, and then said with a smile: "In the future, you don't have to pay the protection fee for your gold shop."
"Really?" Zhang Bingfu was overjoyed. He paid hundreds of thousands in protection fees to Brother Dong every year. He felt heartbroken, but why was all this happening?
Everyone gave all the things in their hands to Zhang Tongtong, and then came in to visit Zhang Bingye, "Director Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, I am Ye Beiliang from Shengxu Trading, we have met before."
"Director Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, I am Liu Dadong from Dongfeng Shipping."
"Director Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, I am from Blue Valley City. I am not a young man. My name is Black Panther."
People from Langu City came over anyway. Zhang Bingye looked at Old Mrs. Zhang with a blank expression and shook his head, saying that he had no contact with these people.
Finally, someone raised his hand and said: "Director Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, I am Jin Hu, Chu Tianye's subordinate. God has something to do and he can't come over today, so he asked me to prepare a gift. I know that Director Zhang has just moved to a new home, so I specially came here
A rosewood handmade furniture store in Italy has customized a set of mahogany furniture, and I will send someone to deliver it this afternoon."
Others gave me antiques, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, all worth millions.
Zhang Bingye, Li Baihe, and other relatives of the Zhang family were all stunned and couldn't close their mouths. These local forces did not even buy the district mayor's face. Although Zhang Bingye was a celebrity before the mayor, he was far inferior to these people.
Given his status, they would not come to curry favor with Zhang Bingye.
Only Zhang Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and remained silent. She knew that these people came just for Zhuo Bufan's sake, just because Zhuo Bufan called her Zhang Tongtong.
Ye Beiliang, Black Panther, Liu Dadong, Jin Hu and others only thought that Zhang Bingye would be Mr. Zhuo's father-in-law from now on. If they don't flatter him now, how long will they wait?
After delivering the gifts, these people left directly. Zhang Bingye and Chen Hongmeng looked at each other with blank faces.
As for the way other relatives look at Zhang Bingye, he may be able to become a prince in the future if so many bigwigs come to visit him.
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In Feng Tianjiao's villa, Lian Shijian packed up the tools in the kitchen and was about to clean the living room. Suddenly he felt a cool breeze in the living room. The dense mist, like silk threads, seemed to be attracted by a tornado and quickly gathered together.
To the back mountain.
In the dense woods at the back of the mountain, a young man was actually about three meters above the ground, sitting cross-legged in the air. The mist in the air seemed to have encountered a huge black hole, and poured into the young man's forehead rapidly. (To be continued)