When Wu Zien arrived at Mr. Gao's private room, he was slightly stunned.
He naturally guessed that there must be distinguished guests in the restaurant today, otherwise he would not show his knife and would not allow him to come up.
That's why he was dissatisfied. What kind of distinguished guest dared to be arrogant in his territory.
But when he saw this distinguished guest, he actually felt an instinctive sense of inferiority.
Because no matter the pomp or momentum, it is not comparable to him, a young master in the town.
From the county government.
His first instinct told him.
And he is also a prominent person in the county government.
"Are you the young master of the Wu family?" Mr. Gao asked arrogantly.
In the past, Wu Zien often asked others in this tone, but today he knew that his young master's temper had to be tempered.
"I am Wu Zi'en from Wu Ji Buzhuang. May I ask your surname, Mr. Gao?" he asked, rarely giving a salute.
"My surname is Gao!" Mr. Gao said proudly.
"The surname is Gao?" Wu Zien thought for a while, then his expression changed and he immediately bent over, "It turns out to be Mr. Gao!"
The surname is Gao, he comes from the county government, and he has a prominent status. Of course, he is the only one from Duke Gao's residence.
Although he is uneducated and has no skills, he is the son of a businessman after all, and he still knows something about some powerful people.
He was immediately frightened and broke into a cold sweat. He did not expect that the distinguished guest in the restaurant would be such a giant Buddha.
Thinking about how rashly he almost got into action with someone just now, he felt a sense of fear.
After all, if he was hacked to death here today, it would be in vain. Who told him to offend the people of Duke Gao's Mansion?
"Don't be nervous. I didn't alarm anyone when I came here, and I don't want to alarm anyone. Let's sit down and talk." Mr. Gao glanced at Wu Zi'en lightly and said.
If you can guess his identity, this kid is not too stupid.
Wu Zien breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Mr. Gao had no intention of punishing him, he sat down carefully.
But thinking about how he could sit with someone like Mr. Gao, he was ready to stand up immediately.
But he didn't want the big man behind him to press his shoulders, "Young master, I want you to sit down. If I ask you anything, just answer it honestly."
After saying that, the big man smiled at Mr. Gao twice. There must be no mistaking Mr. Gao's intentions this time.
Wu Zien had no choice but to sit there obediently, feeling uneasy as he didn't know what Mr. Gao wanted to ask him.
"I heard that your Wu family has a good personal relationship with the Zhuang family?" Mr. Gao asked at this time.
Wu Zien nodded quickly, "My sister Wu Xianxian and Miss Zhuang are best friends, and the two families do move around frequently."
Mr. Gao frowned slightly. He didn't ask his sister why this boy didn't answer the question.
Seeing Mr. Gao frowning, Wu Zien's expression also changed secretly.
In fact, he mentioned his sister with good intentions. He felt that a young man like Mr. Gao could not be interested in women, and besides, his sister had always had a certain reputation.
As long as Mr. Gao showed the slightest hint of interest, not only would there be an opportunity to flatter him, but he would also have an opportunity to drive that woman out of the Wu family.
But the result seemed to disappoint him. Mr. Gao didn't seem to be interested at all.
Hey, it's no wonder, he is the young master of Duke Gao's palace, and he has never seen any woman before.
"Is the banker raising private soldiers?" Mr. Gao suddenly asked at this time.
Wu Zien almost fell off his stool in fright.
Raising private soldiers? Who in a place like them dares to raise private soldiers? A few nursing homes are enough.
However, why did Mr. Gao ask the banker if he was raising private soldiers?
Is there something wrong with the banker?
Seeing his expression, Mr. Gao secretly shook his head. It seemed that this guy was just a country dude and couldn't ask any questions.
He was about to send Wu Zien away.
"Mr. Gao, I don't know if the banker has any private soldiers, but the banker now pays special attention to a villager named Li Qian, and this Li Qian has taken in many refugees and is making chalk for him."
Wu Zien said hurriedly at this time.
He really didn't know if the banker had private soldiers. He just knew that if he didn't show off, he would miss the opportunity to make friends with this young master.
"Li Qi'an? Chalk?" Mr. Gao frowned at this time. He knew Li Qi'an, and he also knew that those refugees were taken in by Li Qi'an, but what is this chalk?
Does Zhuang Shaoyuan think highly of Li Qian?
"Mr. Gao, this is the chalk." Wu Zien also quickly showed the half piece of chalk he carried to Mr. Gao.
"This thing can be written on and is easy to erase. My family is now preparing to start a chalk business."
The big man took the chalk and handed it to Mr. Gao.
Mr. Gao took the chalk and looked at it carefully a few times, and also tried to draw a few times on the table.
The big man stepped forward and wiped it with his sleeve a few times. Sure enough, the previous drawing was wiped clean immediately, but there was a little white dust on his sleeve, which made him a little unhappy.
"This thing is indeed useful. It is more convenient than a charcoal pen." Mr. Gao raised his head at this time.
"You said this thing was made by the villager named Li Qian?"
