Chapter 65 Take advantage of the old Zhou's situation, slap the face of the former enemy
However, Zhou Wenchang didn't even look at the cafe manager, and walked straight to a meter in front of Hong Yu before stopping.
"Mr. Hong, I'm late."
Zhou Wenchang bowed and said in a very respectful manner.
At this scene, everyone in the coffee shop was shocked on the spot.
Everyone's eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
As we all know, Zhou Wenchang is a master of traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangzhou, and his medical skills are at the pinnacle. Even when he meets the mayor, he does not need to salute like this.
How could they not be surprised when he was giving such a big courtesy to a young boy?
Especially Hong Junjie, his jaw almost hit the ground in shock.
He knows Hong Yu's identity and background better than anyone else.
He is just a poor guy from Hongjiacun, and at most he has been admitted to a university.
But nowadays, there are as many college students as dogs, walking everywhere on the streets, and it’s nothing special.
How could this Hong Yu be so virtuous as to allow a master of traditional Chinese medicine to pay him such a great courtesy?
"Could it be that you recognized the wrong person?"
Hong Junjie thought so in his heart.
Manager Liu of the coffee shop was also dumbfounded on the spot, trembling inexplicably inside.
He never expected that Hong Yu's status was so impressive that even a big shot like Zhou Wenchang would respect him so much. He had even thought about kicking him out just now. Wasn't this just asking for death?
"What the hell, it's all this Hong Junjie's fault."
Manager Liu cursed in his heart.
"Mr. Zhou, there's no need to be polite. You're not too late, just right."
At this time, Hong Yu stepped forward, stretched out his hand to lift Zhou Wenchang's body, and said with a smile.
Hong Yu actually didn't expect that Zhou Wenchang would salute him as soon as he came up, and he was a little embarrassed.
After all, the other party is his grandfather in terms of age.
Zhou Wenchang said: "Mr. Hong, I just heard something at the door. Are you in trouble?"
Hong Yu nodded and said, "It's just a little trouble."
Zhou Wenchang said: "Since it is a small trouble, Mr. Hong, please leave it to me."
After saying that, he turned to look at Hong Junjie, his face darkened, and he said in a solemn tone:
"Boy, was it you who told Mr. Hong to get out just now?"
Hong Junjie was so frightened that he dared not speak out.
Only then did he confirm that Zhou Wenchang had not admitted the wrong person.
"Mr. Zhou, I...I didn't say anything."
Hong Junjie didn't have time to think about how Hong Yu knew such a big shot as Zhou Wenchang, so he immediately started to quibble, not daring to admit it at all.
Even though his father was a contractor, he could earn one to two million a year by working as a contractor at major construction sites in the county.
But in front of a big man like Zhou Wenchang, he is not even a fart.
"Did not say?"
Zhou Wenchang frowned, "Then you mean, I'm deaf and didn't hear clearly just now?"
This sentence choked Hong Junjie, his face turned red, he was flustered, and he said incoherently: "Mr. Zhou, that's not what I meant. Don't get me wrong..."
Zhou Wenchang didn't bother to listen to his explanation and said to the young bodyguard beside him: "If you dare to be disrespectful to Mr. Hong, slap me."
"Yes!" The young bodyguard nodded, raised his hand and slapped Hong Junjie several times.
Hong Junjie was so slapped that his eyes were filled with stars, and the fingerprints on his face were clearly visible, but he still didn't dare to fart.
Then, Zhou Wenchang said again: "Get out of here and don't appear in my sight again."
How could Hong Junjie dare to stay long?
Just run away.
Maybe he was running too fast and the movements were too intense. A lot of the feces in his crotch flowed to the ground accidentally.
"Pfft!"
In the coffee shop, everyone burst into laughter.
Hong Junjie's face turned red with embarrassment. Feeling ashamed to see others, he lowered his head and ran out of the cafe.
The voluptuous woman he brought also felt humiliated and had no shame to stay any longer. She stepped on high heels and left the cafe amidst the laughter of everyone.
At the same time, Zhou Wenchang turned to look at Manager Liu in the coffee shop.
"Are you the manager of this cafe?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhou." Manager Liu nodded immediately, sweating profusely.
"Mr. Hong is a customer of your coffee shop. Customers are God. Why did you just want to drive Mr. Hong out of the coffee shop just to please others?"
Zhou Wenchang said in a cold voice: "I think you don't want to be the manager anymore. Do you need me to call the leader of your business group in Jiangzhou?"
Manager Liu was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He swallowed and said urgently: "Mr. Zhou, no, I was wrong. Please spare me once."
He worked hard for five years in Ba Xingke before reaching his current position as store manager. It was hard-earned and he did not want to be demoted or even fired.
Zhou Wenchang snorted coldly: "There's no point in apologizing to me. You should apologize to Mr. Hong."
Manager Liu immediately knelt down towards Hong Yu and cried:
"Mr. Hong, it's because I am ignorant and don't know your identity. I hope that you will not remember the faults of villains and spare me once."
Hong Yu has always been uncomfortable with this kind of guy who bullies others and looks down on others.
However, the other party didn't say anything too harsh to him, and he knelt down and begged for mercy, so he didn't bother to show his kindness.
Ignoring Manager Liu, Hong Yu said to Zhou Wenchang: "Mr. Zhou, let's go."
Zhou Wenchang nodded and immediately led the way.
After watching Hong Yu leave the coffee shop, Manager Liu got up from the ground. His body was still trembling and his back was soaked.
…
Shanshui Wenyuan Villa Area.
The Zhou family villa is the most luxurious one in the community.
It covers an area of nearly one thousand square meters.
There are rockeries, artificial water, and an outdoor swimming pool in the yard, so it’s not too luxurious.
"This villa is so beautiful. One day, I will let my father live in such a luxurious villa and enjoy the rest of his life."
Hong Yu got out of the car and stood in the yard of Zhou's villa, mumbling to himself.
"Mr. Hong, please come inside."
Zhou Wenchang invited Hong Yu into the villa.
Hong Yu was shocked by the decoration in the villa.
Among them, all furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties appears to be very simple and elegant.
Smelling the antique fragrance with a sense of age, it feels like traveling to the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
"Mr. Zhou, the decoration of your home is very particular."
Hong Yu praised that it was the first time he had seen such retro decoration.
Zhou Wenchang said with a smile: "Mr. Hong is amused. I am rather nostalgic and like some old things from the past, so the decoration of the house is based on the previous style."
He pointed to the furniture in the house and some porcelain on display, and said with some pride: "These furniture and these vases are all collected by me, and they can be considered antiques."
Hong Yu said: "It seems that Mr. Zhou is still a great collector."
Zhou Wenchang waved his hand and smiled: "Mr. Hong is joking, how can I be considered a collector? At most, I am just a collector enthusiast."
Hong Yu smiled, knowing that Mr. Zhou was being modest.
He had just briefly glanced at the furniture and porcelain in this room, although he did not look at them carefully.
But with his current eyesight, he can see that these things are good old things, and they should all be genuine without a doubt.
It can be seen that Mr. Zhou’s appreciation ability is quite good.
Hong Yu didn't continue to talk in depth on this topic, and went straight to the topic of today's visit.
"Mr. Zhou, you should have silver needles at home. I will teach you a set of acupuncture techniques now."
"Yes, I'll ask someone to get it right now."
Zhou Wenchang was overjoyed and immediately ordered a servant at home to bring over the medicine box he usually used.
From the medicine box, he took out a set of golden needles and handed them to Hong Yu.
"Mr. Hong, this is a golden needle that has been passed down to the ancestors of the Zhou family for nineteen generations. It was forged by an emperor of the Ming Dynasty and given to my ancestors by a skilled craftsman." Zhou Wenchang said.
Hong Yu looked at the set of gold needles in his hand. Some of them were as thin as hair, which showed how high the level of craftsmanship was at that time.
"Mr. Zhou, now that we have the injection, we only need one more patient."
Hong Yu said: "Because I need a patient to demonstrate acupuncture for you, so that you can see more clearly and understand more deeply."