Zhou Dingshan also greeted them with a smile and exchanged a few pleasantries.
Zhou Xing followed him into the conference room.
All the eyes of the old people present immediately focused on Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing felt a sudden increase in pressure.
Everyone present is a familiar figure, having seen it on TV since childhood.
Compared to how he looks on TV, he looks kind-hearted and extremely kind.
Only real contact.
Only then did I realize how powerful these seemingly ordinary old people were.
He has always been in a high position, and every move he makes is dignified.
Even though they were kind enough and looked at Zhou Xing with smiles, the aura they exuded inadvertently was enough to intimidate all Xiaoxiao.
"Grand grandson."
Zhou Dingshan waved to Zhou Xing with a smile on his face: "These people... shouldn't need grandpa to introduce them to you, right?"
"No need grandpa."
Zhou Xing also waved his hands repeatedly. If he didn't know these people, he would be calling himself a Chinese in vain.
"Mr. Fang."
"Mo Lao."
"............"
Zhou Xing changed his youthful attitude and greeted these elderly people with extra humility.
The old people also shook hands with him kindly.
Mr. Mo, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, patted Zhou Xing's arm: "Xiao Zhou, you are Lao Zhou's grandson. We have known him for decades. We should have watched you grow up, but
It doesn't matter. In the future, you can come to Kyoto often to talk to us old guys, and if you have time, come to my house for a meal. My grandchildren are about the same age as you, so you should have fun."
"So don't be formal here, just treat it like home."
"Okay." Zhou Xing responded and scratched the back of his head honestly: "But you are an elder, so you still have to have the proper etiquette. Otherwise, my grandfather's belt will not be reasonable with me after I go back."
As soon as these words came out.
The old people suddenly laughed loudly.
"Old Zhou, I haven't seen your grandson for eighteen years, but you are still willing to beat him. Aren't you afraid that the young man will not be able to bear the grievance and break off relations with you in anger?"
Mr. Mo adjusted his glasses and said to Zhou Dingshan with a smile.
Zhou Dingshan saw that Zhou Xing showed no stage fright in front of the old people, spoke calmly and showed no lack of etiquette, and his proud look disappeared in a flash.
Beat up your grandson.
What a joke!
It was too late for him to feel distressed, so he couldn't bear to hit him. Even if he did take action, Zhou Xing's grandma's broom would have already been swung at his head before the belt was even lowered.
"Humph, your grandson should be pampered, but he should also be taught what he should be taught."
Although Zhou Dingshan was proud in his heart, he was merciless in front of a group of old people, but there was a little show off in his tone: "Although my eldest grandson is not old, he is still reasonable, and he can understand it.
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"Okay, Lao Zhou, you have a good grandson."
The other old people were not stingy with their praises and looked at Zhou Xing with smiles on their faces: "You are handsome and dignified. At such a young age, you are able to make such a great contribution to the country. You should be regarded as a Qilin'er.
"
"You don't even look at whose grandson he is."
Zhou Dingshan was not modest at all.
"Okay, old Zhou, you really just follow the pole and climb up, right?"
The old people started joking again.
He doesn't have the majestic image of the past at all, he just looks like an ordinary old man chatting about homely things.
Zhou Xing stepped aside silently, looked at them with a smile, and did not interrupt.
Suddenly.
If he felt something, he raised his head and looked to the side.
He happened to catch the eye of a silver-haired old man.
When the old man saw Zhou Xing, he didn't look away. Instead, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, scrutinizing Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing looked at the old man.
Although he is old, his face is rosy and his facial features can be vaguely seen. He was also a handsome man when he was young.
In some places, it is even somewhat similar to Lin Xuewen.
"Presumably...this is Lin Xuewen's grandfather, Lin Xianyou."
Zhou Xing's eyes flickered slightly, and he made a rough guess.
He is no stranger to Lin Xianyou.
I also heard a few words from my grandfather, and I knew that this person was not at odds with Zhou Dingshan, and that in the recent meetings, he had some intentions towards him.
He may even be deposed as an honorary academician.
This made Zhou Dingshan quite dissatisfied.
Zhou Xing also understood...the two of them were not dealing with each other, and he beat Lin Xuewen, which made Lin Xuewen lose face, so Lin Xianyou acted like this.
He smiled slightly, with humility in his smile, and came to Lin Xianyou: "Hello, Mr. Lin."
The old people who were talking noticed this scene and immediately stopped and looked at each other with different expressions.
"Hello."
Lin Xianyou nodded, his attitude was lukewarm, rather bland.
With his status as the city government... Although he had some opinions about Zhou Xing, he would not show off his face to a junior in front of so many people.
"With a dignified appearance, modesty and courtesy, the old Zhou family is very lucky."
Lin Xianyou smiled.
"Don't dare."
Zhou Xing hurriedly replied.
"Young people don't have to be so humble, they should be full of energy. You have made such a great contribution to the country, it's okay to show off a little."
Lin Xianyou smiled and said: "I have also heard some things about you. You are very popular on the Internet. Seeing you so energetic makes you feel like you have seen me when I was young."
Zhou Xing's expression changed slightly, then returned to normal, and he still said with a smile: "I am young, impulsive, and do things without considering the consequences. Because of this character...I have been reprimanded many times by my family, but the result is still the same. When I first came to Kyoto, I had a dispute with your grandson, I hope Mr. Lin won't mind."
Lin Xianyou's eye muscles twitched.
This kid really can't suffer any loss if he doesn't open any pot.
"We are all young people. A little friction is normal. We are just playing house. Why should I take it to heart?"
The smile on Lin Xianyou's face disappeared and his tone was calm.
"With Mr. Lin's words, I feel relieved."
Zhou Xing said with a smile: "Mr. Lin still understands the righteousness. No matter how we fight among the younger generations, it is our own business. Naturally, it will not affect the elders. Don't you think so, Mr. Lin?"
Lin Xianyou stared deeply at Zhou Xing, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became completely indifferent: "That's nothing to do with it. Of course, you don't have to worry about small fights, but children always don't know how to measure when they play. At this time Parents have to stop it, otherwise what’s the point of tutoring? Small trees need intervention to grow straight, and the same goes for people.”
"This is the truth, I have learned from it."
Zhou Xing nodded, then raised his head and looked at Lin Xianyou: "But I can't bear to be wronged. My peers bully me and make trouble for me. I always want to fight back."