Beside the car were four tall men wearing suits and sunglasses. They didn't look like good guys at all. Their arms were almost stretched out. They were undoubtedly practicing men.
When I saw these people, I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in my heart. I thought that Xiaopang had caused some kind of grudge and was being targeted, but he didn't expect me to look at him. The leader took off his glasses and nodded slightly to me.
I didn't know him, but I nodded along with him out of politeness. Seeing this, Xiaopang didn't say much, pushed me into the car, and ran back to the driving position.
"What are they doing? Why are they here?" I looked back and pointed at the people behind me and asked Xiaopang.
"General Manager Mao's people specially invited us over." Xiaopang said, whistling calmly.
"Who?" Upon hearing this, I looked back again.
"Mr. Mao!" Xiaopang said, started the car, stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed, and then said to me with a hint of ridicule: "Oh, you haven't seen it, right? Mr. Mao is the major shareholder of our company and is also Tielou.
The real estate developer, the iron building, is actually his. We
Some of the equipment used was also given by others. We give him a 10% dividend every year, and he often brings in some business to us. We are partners and good friends who can talk to each other. Today it is him
We are specially invited to go and see the wedding."
"Damn it, I have to send four thugs to invite you to dinner! Is this the Hongmen Banquet?" Hearing this, I grinned, and the little fat guy laughed after hearing this: "This is nothing, I
I guess this old boy has something to ask us for, so let’s take a look first and then talk about it.”
"I didn't bring a red envelope." I looked back again, and I always felt that it was a bit of a bad sign.
"It's okay, Master Jiu is ready!" Xiaopang said, looking in a good mood, "Hey, do you know who Mr. Mao is marrying?"
"Who is it?" I asked, turning my head sideways.
"Ms. Yang." Xiaopang said, his smile even wider.
"Who?" I was confused for a moment and asked again.
"Hey, that's the one who got fucked by the cactus! He's very charming, and he said he's a relative of Mr. Jiu or something! Have you forgotten?" Xiaopang said, gesticulating for a while, and I remembered it as soon as he said this.
, it turns out he was talking about Jin Jiuye’s unreachable niece...
I haven't seen her since that incident, but that graceful and beautiful young woman still left a deep impression on me. I couldn't help but be fascinated when I thought about her good figure.
When I thought about it, I felt it was wrong.
"Wait a minute, isn't that who is divorced? Last time I had a meal with a male favorite, how could I get married so soon!? Oh my God, don't you think that big boss is a sissy?" The back of his spine rose.
I got goosebumps, I said.
"No, no, it has nothing to do with that sissy. Mr. Mao is an old man, almost seventy years old." Xiaopang said, waving his hands one after another.
"Damn, he's so old... Then, can he still be able to do it... Thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger..." He smiled and suddenly felt that the woman seemed like
It's very pitiful. Just by looking at her, you can tell that she is a master with strong needs. If such a woman reaches that age, isn't she going to die by marrying an old man? Gee, I really don't understand what those people think.
.
"Look what you said..." Xiaopang said, patting the steering wheel very proudly, "Do you really think that two people are in true love? If you think so, you are too naive. Let me tell you
, Mature women looking for sex are the same as prostitutes. One wants to be happy and the other wants to be rich. As long as you have money, you can’t do anything! I never told you
You, but you should also be able to guess that the pretty boy next to the girl is not a serious person at all. I have always seen him in bars before, and he is not a good guy at first glance. Sigh...
Sooner or later, you will have to rely on your face to make a living. I guess that girl is tired of playing with him and wants to find someone with more money."
"Oh." Seeing that what he said was quite realistic, I didn't ask any more questions. After thinking about it carefully, I realized that it really made sense.
By the time we arrived, the banquet had already started. Master Jiu had been waiting there for a long time. His hair was polished and he was wearing a suit and tie. He had a pair of polished leather shoes that had been saved for who knows how long.
His face was clean shaven, and if his physical features weren't so obvious, I wouldn't have been able to recognize him.
"Why are you here?" Master Jiu complained while holding a glass with a little red wine.
"I woke up late." I said, nodding to the people at the same table.
"Let me introduce to you, these are our colleagues, Mr. Xu, the Feng Shui master, Mr. Li, the master of calligraphy, Mr. Lin, the master of the Yin Mansion, and Mr. Qiu, the master of Quangua...
." Master Jiu said, introducing several elders present to us. There were so many people that I can't remember exactly. However, a thin man with gray hair in the crowd left a deep impression on me. This man was very friendly and friendly.
The others are different, with airs and arrogance on their faces. Judging from his age,
He is in his fifties. He looks very much like Hong Kong actor Lam Ching-ying, but his gray hair shows a bit of age. What is more eye-catching is his clothes. This man is wearing a Tang suit with a double placket and rolled up cuffs. He looks like us.
The "work clothes" are very
Like, but from the material point of view, it should be a kind of clothes similar to linen fabric, which is neither smooth nor unusual. Moreover, there is an obvious hole on the front of his clothes, as if it was burned by a cigarette butt.
It's as big as a fingertip.
When I saw this thing, I was stunned. As far as I know, most of the people who wear clothes like this are Maoshan disciples who have committed "poverty". After Jiuye's introduction, it is really true! No
However, Master Jiu didn't get along very well with the old man, so he was the last one to introduce him. He didn't say anything about the specific situation, and just asked us to call him "Master Lin" and then went through the process.
The old man was really stubborn, and he and Master Jiu couldn't stand each other. However, he was also a man of general knowledge. When he saw us, he called out respectfully and nodded with a smile.
"Master Jiu, who is this?" After Uncle Lin left, I quickly asked Master Jiu. Hearing this, Master Jiu snorted coldly: "He is my senior brother and the head disciple of our Maoshan sect. I didn't look at him.
Are you awesome and putting on airs, oh, don't worry about him... let's eat ours." Master Jiu said, picked up his chopsticks and had a hearty meal. I looked back to see Old Man Lin going out.
direction, I couldn't help but feel curious.
Jin Jiuling, Feng Jiuyou, Lin Jiuying...these names are so...