After seeing Mr. Wenyuan off, Zhou Changlin went to his friend's house and spread the soap from his hand.
It's a pity that my friend only bought one box of each flavor and opened them all to try, so naturally he couldn't give them away.
After leaving a friend's house, I rushed to the next one without stopping.
This friend actually bought two boxes of each scent, but almost all of the unopened ones were given away, leaving only one box.
Zhou Changlin didn't mind a box of it, so he asked his servant to wrap it up carefully and take it away.
Zhou Changlin ran around for the soap, and Mr. Wenyuan, who was taken into a brothel by his son, was also worried about the soap.
So no matter how hard the girls on both sides tried to liven up the atmosphere, Mr. Wenyuan always had a sad look on his face.
Zhou Dewu has been smart since he was a child. He found that Mr. Wenyuan was not interested in having fun, so he waved away the girls who were accompanying him.
"Master Wenyuan, are you worried about the soap?"
Zhou Dewu poured Mr. Wenyuan a glass of wine and asked.
"It's precisely because of this."
Mr. Wenyuan did not deny it.
This is the first time his father has sent him out to do something, and his aunts and sisters at home are also waiting for him to bring soap back. If he messes up, it will be very detrimental to his future development.
"It's all the fault of that bitch Tang Xiaobei!"
Zhou Dewu gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Wenyuan, you may not know that Tang Xiaobei used to be sold by Chunfeng Restaurant, but now he actually serves it. When I saw him just now, he didn't even say hello. I used to go to the tea party.
when……"
Young Master Wenyuan felt good about Tang Xiaobei. Hearing Zhou Dewu insult Tang Xiaobei, he felt a little unhappy. Before he could finish speaking, he interrupted: "Third Young Master, drink and drink. Don't say such unhappy things."
"That's right, we came out here to have fun, not to mention the bitch Tang Xiaobei."
Zhou Dewu said with a smile: "You must have seen a lot of beauties in the capital, and you don't like the vulgar people in Guangyuan. Why don't I take you to Zilin Mountain on the outskirts of the city to have a look? There is a river there, and the water in the river will change colors."
Mr. Wenyuan also felt that the room was a little stuffy. Hearing this, he stood up and said, "It's good to go out for a walk. I'm sorry for bothering you, Mr. Third."
"It should."
Zhou Dewu quickly got up and led the way.
The two walked out of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and were about to get on the carriage when they saw Tang Xiaobei getting off the carriage at the entrance of Chunfeng Tower not far away.
Mr. Wenyuan's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly with his guards.
Tang Xiaobei didn't have many acquaintances in Guangyuan, so when he was bored, he would come to Chunfeng Tower to kill time with Sister Ting and Xiaoru.
Although the Madam was very dissatisfied with this, she was afraid that Tang Xiaobei would be angry and stop supplying Chunfenglou soap, so she could only endure it.
After Zhou Changlin left, Tang Xiaobei couldn't help but think of his relatives. He felt depressed and wanted to talk to Sister Ting.
But as soon as they got off the bus and before entering the door, they saw Zhou Dewu and Mr. Wenyuan walking over with a few domestic slaves.
"Miss Xiaobei, we are really destined to meet each other again not long after we parted ways."
Mr. Wenyuan said with a smile.
"Yeah, it's quite a coincidence."
Tang Xiaobei gave a perfunctory sound, bowed his head and left with Alan.
I thought Mr. Wenyuan would leave in a sensible manner, but who knew that he would also follow him into Chunfeng Tower.
"Since we are so destined, I wonder if I can have a cup of tea with you, girl?"
"No, I have something else to do. If you want to drink tea, please find another girl."
Tang Xiaobei declined politely.
After saying that, he took Alan and prepared to go upstairs to find Sister Ting.
Zhou Dewu was a little dissatisfied with Tang Xiaobei for ignoring him just now. When they met again this time, Tang Xiaobei still regarded him as a transparent person.
How could the dignified third son of the Zhou family endure this grievance?
Anger suddenly rose.
In addition, I drank a lot just now, and now the wind blows me, which makes me a little drunk.
He staggered to block Tang Xiaobei with two steps, and cursed: "Tang Xiaobei, I'm giving you face, right? Don't think that hugging Jin Feng's lap means you become everyone's lady, how dare you ignore me!
I tell you, a bitch will always be a bitch, wait until Jin Feng gets tired of playing around and see how I deal with you!"
Tang Xiaobei was already in a bad mood, and being insulted by Zhou Dewu in public for no reason, no matter how well-mannered and well-mannered he was, he couldn't help it at this time.
He said in a cold voice: "Alan, slap your mouth!"
"Ha, you actually want to beat me up, come and do it if you have the guts!" Zhou Dewu sneered disdainfully: "I..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a slap getting bigger and bigger.
Snapped!
Alan slapped Zhou Dewu with all his strength, causing Zhou Dewu to spin around and then sit down on the ground.
"How dare you hit me?!"
Zhou Dewu covered his cheeks and shouted angrily at his slaves: "Are you all dead? Didn't you see someone beating me? Hack her to death!"
The domestic slave followed Zhou Dewu and naturally knew Tang Xiaobei and also knew about Jin Feng's stand-up for Tang Xiaobei.
You look at me, I look at you, no one dares to make the first move.
Zhou Dewu has never been slapped in the face since he was a child, and now he is going crazy.
With red eyes, he shouted at the slaves: "Are you deaf? Whoever doesn't do it, I will go back and beat him to death!"
In Dakang, masters could execute domestic slaves at will.
No matter how scared the domestic slaves were, they could only pounce on Alan with all their teeth and claws.
The burly man following Mr. Wenyuan quickly pulled him back a few steps to avoid being affected.
Tang Xiaobei is going out now, bringing at least four veterans and four female soldiers with him.
The veteran guarded the carriage at the door and did not come in, but the four female soldiers followed him.
Without Tang Xiaobei saying anything, the remaining three female soldiers immediately formed a battle formation with Alan, blocking Tang Xiaobei behind them.
"Don't kill anyone!" Tang Xiaobei said coldly.
Although the combat effectiveness of female soldiers is weaker than that of male soldiers, Alan and the three female soldiers were all borrowed by Jin Feng from Qing Mulan's personal guards. All of them have killed bandits, and they are not comparable to those timid domestic slaves.
In less than a minute, all the slaves of the Zhou family were beaten with sword scabbards by Alan and four others until they were rolling on the ground and howling miserably.
If Tang Xiaobei hadn't ordered not to kill anyone, I'm afraid these slaves would have turned into corpses.
The burly man behind Mr. Wenyuan could not help but narrow his eyes slightly, and quietly pulled Mr. Wenyuan back a few steps.
When Master Wenyuan saw this, he couldn't help but look at the man in surprise.
Every big family will train dead warriors, and Amei is the dead warrior in Qing Mulan's family.
In order to protect Mr. Wenyuan's safety this time, his father specially sent a master to protect him.
Since the master pulled him back again, it means he discovered something.
Although Mr. Wenyuan was very curious about what the master had discovered, he knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so he cooperated and backed away.
It's a pity that Zhou Dewu is not as smart as Mr. Wenyuan. At this time, he was blinded by anger. Seeing that all the slaves were knocked to the ground, he shouted angrily:
"There are so many people, but they can't even beat a few women! Are you all Tang Xiaobei's mistresses? Tang Xiaobei, is it because Jin Feng is not good enough that he can't feed you? If this is the case, don't look for him next time
Come to me, I have a prairie war horse!"
Tang Xiaobei was about to leave. When he heard this, his eyes turned red!