Tang Wenming didn't know that Wang Dachun knew medical skills. When he met Wang Dachun on the first day, it was because of the jade pendant he wore around his neck.
In his impression, Wang Dachun was a master of physiognomy and feng shui. Unconsciously, he felt that Wang Dachun seemed to be omnipotent and might be able to cure his father's illness. Anyway, he placed all his hopes on Wang Dachun.
Wang Dachun nodded, "Okay, I'll go see Mr. Tang in the afternoon."
The two of them went downstairs as they spoke, and Tieshan followed them step by step like a tail. Since the car accident last night and Fangfang's accident today, he has made up his mind that even if Tang Wenming goes to the toilet or sleeps with a woman, he must follow him every step of the way.
The dining room of Tang Wenming's family is really big. It should be forty or fifty square meters. There is a long table about a foot long, covered with white tablecloths, and a long row of dazzling crystal chandeliers above the table.
The tableware is all inlaid with gold and silver, sparkling under the light. All kinds of delicacies are placed on the table. Bottles of precious foreign wines of different shapes are arrayed on the wine cabinet beside it.
This is the life of rich people! Wang Dachun sighed in his heart, he was still far away.
Just like when eating in the countryside, a bowl of rice can be served from the east end of the village to the west end of the village. A few old men squatted at the intersection, eating rice and chatting. From time to time, they would make a few dirty jokes. Rural people joked, If there are no meat dishes, it is the same as using meat dumplings with rice.
Tang Wenming pulled Wang Dachun to sit down next to him and took down a bottle of Remy Martin from the wine cabinet.
When Wang Dachun saw Tieshan standing like a tree stump, he smiled and said, "Brother Tieshan, sit down and eat too!"
Tieshan shook his head and said that he was just a bodyguard and had no such rules. Tang Wenming said that you should also eat together and have two drinks with brother Dachun. Tieshan sat down, but his butt was only half a stool. The bigger the family, the more rules they have.
As soon as they sat down, three women came over from upstairs. Two of the three women looked to be in their forties, and the youngest was only in her twenties.
What surprised Wang Dachun was that Tang Wenming actually called the two women who were younger than him, Er Niang and Wu Ma. This was not the most exaggerated thing. Tang Wenming called the woman in her twenties, Xiao Ma.
That "little mother" was just fine as Tang Wenming's daughter, but she turned out to be someone else's little mother. This world is too crazy.
Although these women are quite old in age, they are all the concubines of Tang Zongze, Tang Wenming's father.
Tang Zongze lived a life of dissoluteness. His favorite thing was to marry women home one by one. Even when he was old, he would not forget to continue tossing. The year before last, he married Bi Wenjun, the youngest concubine in her twenties, who Tang Zongze called Bi Wenjun. Little Mom.
Mr. Tang only has one son, Tang Zongze, so he doesn't care, just do whatever he wants.
It is strange to say that Tang Zongze married so many concubines. Except for his second concubine Zhou Daorong, who gave birth to a son, the rest of the houses were full of chickens that did not lay eggs, and none of them gave birth to babies. Everyone said that Tang Zongze must have had too many women and that the harmful thing was exhausted.
In fact, so many things happened in the Tang family villa in the past few days that all the other concubines were scared away. Among them, the third concubine had a car accident outside.
Tang Wenming smiled helplessly at Wang Dachun, "Brother Dachun, let me introduce to you, these are my aunts. Er Niang, this is Wang Dachun, I specially invited you to solve the problem."
Tang Wenming has never been short of women around him, but he is much smarter than him. He can just raise women in secret. No matter how many women he raises, others won't gossip. His father's behavior is still that of a warlord. In fact, it has long been out of practice in today's society.
"oh?"
Zhou Daorong took off his cloak, and a maid quickly took it and put it on the clothes rack next to him. Although she is no longer young and not very beautiful, her whole person has a strong aura and nobility.
Zhou Daorong glanced at Wang Dachun lightly and asked, "I wonder what little brother did before?"
"I'm just a farmer. I usually run a small business when I have nothing to do." Wang Dachun grinned, showing a simple and honest smile.
"oh."
After hearing what Wang Dachun said, Zhou Daorong suddenly lost interest, picked up the knife and fork and started eating.
Chen Yanju, Tang Wenming's fifth mother, didn't seem to have much interest in Wang Dachun.
Only the young and beautiful Bi Wenjun seemed to be very interested in Wang Dachun, with a pair of big watery eyes scanning Wang Dachun's face curiously.
Wang Dachun grinned at Bi Wenjun, and she immediately looked away like a frightened little rabbit.
Tang Wenming said: "Er Niang, brother Dachun is not a simple farmer. He is an expert. He is very proficient in both physiognomy and Feng Shui."
Zhou Daorong cut a small piece of beef, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while before saying: "Really? This is a difficult matter in our family. Even the monks and Taoists can't solve it. What can he, a farmer, do? Listen to Er Niang and give him some money quickly. Send him away to avoid taking another life."
Tang Wenming was slightly unhappy, "Er Niang, please don't worry about this matter. I know it well."
Wang Dachun could see that this woman looked down on him from the beginning, and he didn't take it too seriously. He could also see that this woman had a high status in the Tang family.
He didn't care so much and just stuffed beef into his mouth. Gouri's beef was so delicious that it almost melted in his mouth.
Chen Yanju remained silent. Only Bi Wenjun seemed to be interested. She looked at Wang Dachun and asked, "You know how to read fortune tellers, can you show me your palms?"
"Okay, what do you want to see?"
Wang Dachun had a good impression of this beautiful woman. He felt that she was relatively simple and did not look down on others, unlike the two women who looked aloof and arrogant.
Bi Wenjun tilted her head and thought for a while, "Well, let's take a look!" Originally, she wanted to check out marriage, but considering that she was married now, she felt there was no need to dwell on this issue anymore.
After saying that, Bi Wenjun put her fair right hand on the table, "The man is on the left and the woman is on the right, right?"
Zhou Daorong's face darkened, "Little sister, you are married now, so don't have physical contact with other men casually. The master will be unhappy if he finds out."
"Oh." Bi Wenjun stuck out her tongue and took her hand back. She seemed a little afraid of this woman.
Wang Dachun said: "It doesn't matter. In fact, you don't need to look at your palms. Just look at your face."
"Oh, then show me your face."
Bi Wenjun glanced at Wang Dachun and quickly looked away. This woman seemed to be very shy and blushed when she said a word. I really don't know how such a simple woman could marry a seventy-year-old bad old man. She was simply wasting food.
Zhou Daorong put down his knife and fork, "Wenjun, are you full? If so, let's go up!"
