Like a young daughter-in-law meeting her evil parents-in-law for the first time, Zhang Jinghui was filled with excitement and fear of what was going to happen. Even your own biological parents will inevitably quarrel, let alone the parents-in-law who are not related by blood. What to do if the future parents-in-law don't like it, what to do if they don't approve or accept it. Of course, even if she really meets her parents-in-law, there is no need for Zhang Jinghui to be afraid. In this era where finding a wife is more difficult than in heaven, it is good to find a wife. There is no point in picking and choosing. If you are not satisfied, you will find another family. , these days I only hear that young men who cannot find a wife can still get married girls. What's more, Zhang Jinghui's conditions are also excellent.
Besides, Wang Busheng is much scarier than those father-in-law and mother-in-law. He is approachable and never likes to make things difficult for others, even if he has to suffer some grievances. Of course, Zhang Jinghui could also be more direct, such as using money to buy Wang Busheng's good attitude. A hero wouldn't give up for five buckets of rice, but selling it for five thousand taels is still a good deal, not to mention that Wang Busheng is short of money now.
Zhang Jinghui wiped her face carefully in the rear car mirror. Even though her face was as clean as clear spring water, Zhang Jinghui was not very confident in herself. If it weren't for the fact that the surrounding shops were closed, Zhang Jinghui would have planned to buy some clothes to change. For a moment, dressing yourself up to show others respect is also a sign of respect.
Wandering in front of Wang Busheng's shop for a long time, Zhang Jinghui finally made up her mind. She had to face everything, not only for herself but also for her little sister. She walked up the steps and pushed the door gently. Uh, okay. It is estimated that Liu Mei and others drank too much and forgot to lock the door.
There was once a famous man named Xu Xun. During his reign, he did not pick up things on the road and did not close his house at night. The people around him moved in one after another. "No one steals and no officials rape. I am a living king and I can't do anything when I am sick."
But under the rule of Xie Xiangrong, the wise magistrate and magistrate who loved the people like his own son, well, these were just legends, or maybe they were just a dream in the entire Ming Empire.
Zhang Jinghuidao did not go in blindly. Instead, she shouted at the door several times. When no one answered, she pushed the door open and entered. Then walked towards the backyard.
Rich A lost the coffin book, and the begging industry is now too competitive. In the past, he could earn more than ten taels of silver a day, but now he does not earn more than a dozen taels a month. Tonight, rich A lost the money. It is estimated that he would have to live for more than a hundred years and beg for money again for 365 days a year.
Wang Busheng was even more miserable. Not only did he lose the profits of the past few days, but he also lost the money Zhang Jingjun used to buy himself a mobile phone to recharge his phone bill. Wang Busheng not only wanted to cry, but also wanted to die. This was like shooting himself in the foot and digging a hole to bury himself.
The master and the apprentice held each other's hands and cried, vowing never to fight against the landlord again. If they did, they would chop off their fingers and give birth to a son with no holes in his eyes, and so on.
Seeing two people crying and two people laughing, Zhang Jinghui, who was already standing not far away, was at a loss as to what the situation was, what the fuss was about, and her home was robbed. Lost money and lost virginity.
"The king will never die"
Okay, Zhang Jinghui’s shout was a bit soft, keep crying when you should cry, and laugh when you should laugh.
"The king is not dead" Zhang Jingjun's decibel increased a few points.
Well, people in pain tend to become supercilious and their ears temporarily fail.
We really don’t know whether Zhang Jinghui tried her best to suck the milk this time in "The King is Not Dead". After all, we were not present, but Zhang Jingjun can be sure that this is the first time in her life that she has spoken so loudly, even if she is angry and criticizing. None of my own employees used such great effort.
The small courtyard finally became quiet. Hao Liande and Zhu Wuyu stopped counting money. Fu Jiafang and Wang Busheng also stopped crying. The four of them looked up at the person who made the sound.
"Wow, it's you, Sister Jinghui, long time no see," Wang Busheng looked at Zhang Jinghui and spoke first.
Zhang Jinghui's face was slightly red, because of her unladylike behavior just now, and because she was shy about a girl taking the initiative to find a boy. As expected, he still missed her. "If the king is not dead, it is easy to see but not see him"
Suddenly, Wang Bushit took two steps, hugged Zhang Jinghui, and put his forehead on Zhang Jinghui's shoulder. Wang Bushit cried and said, "Sister Jinghui, please lend me some money, I'm bankrupt."
Zhang Jinghui was also shocked by Wang Busheng's sudden move. Wang Busheng missed her so urgently, and there was someone else present. You are thick-skinned, but she is a girl, so she is thin-skinned. But Zhang Jinghui's face, which was about to blush, quickly returned to its normal color after hearing what Wang Busidian said. If Zhang Jinghui had a rougher personality, she would definitely have said, "Nah, it turns out it's a loan."
Wang Bushit didn't mean to blaspheme Zhang Jinghui. This was also a portrayal of his true feelings. His relationship with Zhang Jingjun was at the most critical moment. The two places were separated, and shameless people would take advantage of every opportunity and use a hoe to dig into the wall. . If you use a hoe well and wield it well, there is still a high possibility that the wall will be dug. After all, the quality of your wall is somewhat poor. Wang Busheng is still self-aware and aware of the gap between himself and Zhang Jingjun. He is the most despicable businessman. Even a poor scholar who urinates blood will despise his profession. Moreover, he does not have much property. He is the most humble businessman. Most of them can only be regarded as potential stocks. Of course, everything is variable, and the possibility of collapse is not small. The only thing that I can use is my appearance. But well, the most indispensable thing in the entertainment industry is handsome people. Is it nature or nurture? Wang Bushi has no confidence in himself. If he can't contact him for a long time, the result of this relationship, his true first love in this era, will be unpredictable. So now I have to buy a mobile phone, but the price of this mobile phone is, well, far behind me, more than 10,000 taels.
Of course, there are always people who like to judge a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. The other two men present and one non-male person looked at Wang Budie with disdain. Although their inner thoughts were different, they had the same purpose. Wang Budie was a gangster. , The king is an immortal beast, the master is shameless.
A piece of chicken bone flew towards Wang BuSi's ass, and the wealthy party finally couldn't bear it anymore, "You shameless Wang BuSi, how dare you act like a hooligan in broad daylight, your conscience will be eaten by dogs."
Wang Bushit's buttocks hurt, and he came to his senses. He had forgotten this because of his sadness. He was holding an unmarried lady, and she had a pretty good figure. However, because she exerted too much force, her chest was a little tight. Gotta panic.
Awkwardly and reluctantly, he let go of Zhang Jinghui, and with a hint of apology, Wang Busi said, "I'm sorry, you're a little excited to see Sister Jinghui."
As a knowledgeable person, Zhu Wuyi felt that there was a big problem with what the master said. He dared to act like a gangster in broad daylight. How could he act like a gangster at night? Moreover, it happened to be night time, the most favorite time period for criminals. What Zhu Wuyi couldn't admit was that his conscience was eaten by a dog. This hooliganism had nothing to do with conscience. Could it be that people with conscience would not behave like hooligans? If conditions allowed, everyone would want to play hooligans.
Hao Liande's physical flaws made him dislike scenes of men and women cuddling. It is easy to have suicidal thoughts.
Zhang Jinghui is not like those ignorant girls who fall in love, with only the face of her lover in her eyes, the whole world is nothingness, and she treats the people around her as nothing. In the wind and rain, the only thing in my dream is the passionate kiss and embrace of my lover.
He smiled awkwardly and said, "Long time no see." Zhang Jinghui had countless questions she wanted to ask, but this was not a place to reminisce about the past. She walked forward, bowed slightly and said, "Master Fu, I haven't seen you for a while. You are getting more and more energetic. My grandfather often mentions you and says it's been a long time since we last met." See you”.
"Haha, she's a girl from the Zhang family. Your grandfather isn't dead yet. I've changed my place. Business is hard to do now and there's too much competition." The wealthy party also laughed.
Zhang Jinghui was not annoyed that her eldest father was greeted like this by a wealthy party. The elders like to joke, and the younger generation cannot interrupt. The younger generation cannot understand the relationship between them. Today they are still scolding their father and mother, but they can do it tomorrow. Drink and joke together.
"My grandpa is in good health. The rich man will have a chance to have a few drinks with his eldest father."
"Hahaha, just have a few drinks, that donkey doesn't have any wine," the rich man said, "My child, do you have any money on you?"
"Um," Zhang Jinghui was caught off guard by the question from the wealthy party, "I brought it with me. I didn't bring much, only a few thousand taels."
"take it out"
After taking the banknote, Rich A did not count it rudely in front of him, but put it in his arms decisively. With the money, Rich A was very happy, "Haha, I am short of money recently. I will never die." That boy is my apprentice, keep it in his account, the old man is old and can't stay up late, you young people can talk."
As if he was afraid that the money in his arms would escape, he used the Wudang Zongzong Ladder, and the wealthy party disappeared.
Everyone present was petrified, so this was not considered robbery.
Wang Budie's desire to die became even more urgent. He was also short of money, and he was still short of money. He still owed his famous celebrity girlfriend five thousand taels, plus the terrifying figures that were now being added for no reason - mobile phone and spending reservations. Type of expenses, why don’t I feel like I have enough debt to worry about?
Zhang Jinghui is not short of this little money, and has no intention of chasing after him. Besides, they also said that the master's account should be recorded in the apprentice's account. The master's account is also very reasonable.
As a young lady from a British public family, she naturally belongs to a top wealthy family, so naturally Zhu Wuyi also knows her.
Like a licking dog without dignity, Zhu Wuyi came to Zhang Jinghui wagging his tail and said excitedly, "Sister Jinghui, it's me, I'm Zhu Wuyi, we played together when we were children."
"Well, it turns out to be Brother Zhu. We haven't seen you for a few years, and you've grown taller again." Zhang Jinghui wanted to say that she had gained weight, but she was just afraid of hurting Zhu Wuyi's self-esteem.
We still know Zhu Wuyu and Zhang Jingjun. Although we haven't seen each other for several years and their appearance has changed a bit, it is still easy to recognize a fat person like Zhu Wuyu who has obvious characteristics.
"Yeah, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years, and my sister is getting more and more beautiful,"
"You're pretty good too." Well, even Zhang Jinghui didn't dare to comment on Lao Zhu's appearance.
"I have now worshiped Wang Busheng as my master. I will stay in Songjiang Mansion for a while. I will visit Uncle Zhang when I have the opportunity."
"Okay, sister will prepare delicious food for you then."
"Old slave, I have met the young lady." Hao Liande also took the initiative to come over and say hello. He was a comrade in arms with the four great princes, but Hao Liande always adhered to the etiquette of a scholar.
"It turns out to be Uncle Hao Lian, why are you here?" Zhang Jinghui responded politely and bowed. You must know that Hao Liande has multiple jobs and is very busy at work. Zhang Jinghui was a little curious as to why he suddenly appeared in Songjiang Mansion.
Of course, this had nothing to do with her. Zhang Jinghui was surprised that Wang Busheng had gotten to know so many big guys in just a few months. First of all, the emperor's master is the rich one. The rich one can be said to be the only person in the world who can influence the current saint. The rich one has the grace to save the current saint, the grace of knowing and encountering, including the grace of nurturing. It also made an immortal contribution to the establishment of the Ming Empire. The most admirable thing is that the rich don't like to live in vain. When sharing the fruits of victory, they don't want to live in vain and just want to be a free beggar. There are too few people like this who are not tempted by fame and fortune.
There is also Hao Liande, the last number one scholar in the Dashun Dynasty and the last eunuch in the Ming Empire. Ignoring his job where he had no chance of having children, Hao Liande can be regarded as the most educated person in the Ming Empire, and he also controls the Imperial Horse Guards and the Imperial Guards. He actually had a friendship with Wang Busheng.
Finally, there is the big BOSS Zhu Wuyi present. The dragon gave birth to nine sons. However, although his surname is Zhu, his reproductive ability is much different from that of pigs. Zhu Xiluo gave birth to many sons, but not many survived, only two. As two As a member of the dragon species, Zhu Wuyi is not disrespectful.
Zhang Jinghui couldn't imagine that in just a few months, so many changes had occurred in Wang BuSheng's circle of friends. He became a master and apprentice with the emperor's master, became friends with the eunuch of the Imperial Horse Guard, and accepted the prince as his apprentice. Could it be that Wang BuSheng would die? It was God's blessing, or to put it crudely, he was just lucky.
