The person in front of me has been rude to their family. If you don't scold him, forget it. Why are you scolding your own people?
Tao Feizhou, Tan Junda and others reacted quickly. With a smile, they all guessed that Zhao Jiren must have known about Jiang Zhihao's "status in the world" from elsewhere. Otherwise, how could they have scolded that arrogant guy just by hearing his name.
It has to be said that Zhao Jiren is still very prestigious in the family. Zhao Xinkai lowered his head, his face turned red, and stared at Jiang Zhihao, saying something vaguely apologetic.
Zhao Jiren walked over and stretched out his hand to Jiang Zhihao and said: "Mr. Jiang's name, Mr. Jin Zhengqing has mentioned it to me many times. It's so famous that it's better to meet him. I don't know if it's inconvenient for Mr. Jiang, let's find a place to sit down.
How about a few drinks and a few chats?"
Jiang Zhihao is such a veteran. One look at Zhao Jiren's expression and you can tell what he is going to fart.
I just wanted to ask the Zhao family what trouble they had.
"There's nothing to talk about. If the Zhao family can survive this, it's not too late to drink again." Jiang Zhihao said.
Tan Junda smiled strangely at the side and said: "Yes, if you can survive it, sit down and drink together. If you can't survive it, then the whole village will drink at your house."
Zhao Jiren didn't understand this for a while, but when he reacted, his face turned black with anger.
Do you mean that our Zhao family wants to kill the whole family?
He was too lazy to pay attention to these lawless boys like Tan Junda. He only looked at Jiang Zhihao, leaned a little closer, and whispered: "Mr. Jiang, it was all misunderstandings caused by children's nonsense. If you are dissatisfied with anything,
, just tell me, I will teach him a lesson. In any case, you have had a relationship with our old man. Now that the old man has just left Hexi, the family is in chaos. Please give Mr. Jiang some advice.
We, the whole Zhao family, are deeply grateful! Otherwise, I would set up a table and ask you to sit down with Mr. Jin Zhengqing and make friends. Our family has a very good relationship with Mr. Jin, and we have many contacts on weekdays."
Zhao Jiren was clearly trying to gain friendship with Jin Zhengqing. Jiang Zhihao originally didn't want to interfere with their family's business, but thinking about what was about to happen to the Zhao family, he couldn't help but feel a little pity.
As the saying goes, a rat's excrement spoils the whole pot of porridge. It is already miserable enough for the Zhao family to lose the old man in charge, but to have it stabbed from the inside is simply miserable.
"We'll talk about your family's affairs later. I came here today because my sister was molested. Are you from the Zhao family over there?" Jiang Zhihao glanced at Zhao Xinkai and said coldly: "I don't know what Mr. Zhao heard about it.
If you don't say a word, you will be killed if you do many unjust things. Most of the moral virtues left by our ancestors have been ruined by such descendants."
Zhao Jiren was sent by his family to deal with the old man's affairs, so he was naturally very capable. He immediately understood what Jiang Zhihao meant.
Without saying much, he walked directly to Zhao Xinkai and stared at him with a stern face.
"Third uncle, I..." Zhao Xinkai was stared at with hair all over his body. Before he could explain, he saw Zhao Jiren raise his hand.
Immediately afterwards, there was a crackling sound of applause, like a cannon.
Zhao Jiren spared no effort and slapped Zhao Xinkai more than a dozen times, which stunned Zhao Xinkai. Finally, when Zhao Jiren stopped, he sat down on the ground, and both sides of his face were swollen as if they were stuffed with steamed buns.
The group of people did not laugh. Instead, they looked at the uncles and nephews Zhao Jiren and Zhao Xinkai in shock. Even Tao Feizhou and Tan Junda were very surprised.
Although Brother Jiang's "status in the world" is very high, it's not worthy of the Zhao family killing each other like this, right?