Watching his grandson walking out, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and then shouted to Zhao Xirui who had already left the room:
"Tell that boy, don't even think about entering my house without three kilograms of meat."
Hearing his grandfather's voice from behind, Zhao Xirui stumbled and fell to the ground as he walked towards the courtyard door.
Who wants to bring a few kilograms of meat to the Zhao family for New Year greetings? Isn't this looking down on people?
Could it be that the old Zhao family has fallen to the point where they have to rely on others to give them their meat?
I want to go back, but I can't stop.
Although I don’t know what happened to grandpa today.
However, as the successor that Mr. Zhao has trained since childhood, he still must resolutely carry out Mr. Zhao's orders.
Even though Mr. Zhao's order is not very reliable, Zhao Xirui still has to carry it out to the end. This is the family tradition of the Zhao family.
You can have your own thoughts, but you have to hold them back.
What I said is right and wrong.
This is Zhao Dahu's family tradition, extremely domineering.
When he came to the door, he saw Ye Yuan holding a cigarette and leaning on the front hood of a Warrior.
"Xiaoyuan!"
Zhao Xirui took a few steps enthusiastically.
"Haha, Brother Zhao is celebrating the New Year!"
Seeing Zhao Xirui, Ye Yuan stamped out the cigarette butts in his hands, then clasped his hands in fists to wish him a happy New Year.
"Happy New Year to you too."
Looking at the two bottles of wine and two boxes of tea placed at Ye Yuan's feet.
Zhao Xirui had a weird face, not knowing how to express the old man's request.
"Brother Zhao! What are you doing?"
Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting him into the house, Ye Yuan asked curiously.
"That! That. Xiaoyuan...just now the old man said that if you don't bring meat, I won't let you in!"
After saying this, Zhao Xirui felt that he had no shame to say any more.
How can there be such a thing? When someone comes to visit you for New Year greetings, does your old man even order a list of gifts?
The three pounds that Zhao Dahu mentioned was completely ignored by him.
Ye Yuan was still smiling.
When Zhao Xirui said this, the smile froze on his face.
Damn it, this is completely betrayed by Mr. Xu, okay?
He didn't believe that the meat Mr. Zhao mentioned would be ordinary beef and mutton.
Even if it is precious meat, the old man will not look at it, right?
Since this is not the case, it is easy to understand that Mr. Zhao said that he would not be allowed in if there was no meat in his mouth.
I had just delivered a few kilograms of mutated beast meat to Mr. Xu, and now Mr. Zhao asked for the meat himself.
A fool would be able to imagine what's going on, right?
"Mr. Zhao didn't say how much he wanted?"
Ye Yuan looked at Zhao Xirui curiously. He had no intention of sending mutated beast meat to the Zhao family.
As for why?
That means it doesn’t matter!
After all, the Xu family and Ye Yuan did not have a once-in-a-lifetime relationship.
But so far, the Zhao family has not given Ye Yuan any benefits except giving him some coordinates of the sunken ship.
But now, since Mr. Zhao has spoken.
Ye Yuan would not displease Mr. Zhao just because of a few kilograms of meat.
But he also had a plan in mind, that is, at most he could only be the same as the Xu family.
If I gave more to Mr. Zhao than Mr. Xu, I believe that Mr. Xu would know it before I even left the gate.
"3 pounds!"
Zhao Xirui was also surprised. It was incredible even for her grandfather to make this request.
But Ye Yuan seemed to have thought of it a long time ago, and asked himself how many pounds he wanted?
What the hell is this?
After hearing that it was 3 pounds, Ye Yuan laughed.
Although Mr. Zhao looks rough, he still knows it very well in his heart.
He knew better that his relationship with Ye Yuan was not as good as that of the Xu family, so he spoke just like the Xu family.
This can be considered a test, right?
After hearing Zhao Xirui's answer, Ye Yuan just smiled.
He didn't mind that Mr. Zhao used this little cleverness to talk to him.
He casually took out a piece of mutated beast meat weighing more than three kilograms from the car.
Then he picked up some tea and wine and walked directly into the Zhao family gate.
Ye Yuan followed Zhao Xirui to the hall and found that there was already a mountain-high pile of gifts at Mr. Zhao's feet.
I took a quick look, but there were as many as 6 boxes of special Moutai, not to mention dozens of special cigarettes.
This is twice as much as what he got from Mr. Xu.
"I won't talk about you going to Lao Xu's place first. Remember to take these back before you leave!"
Zhao Dahu said with a smile on his face, pointing to the thing at his feet.
Ye Yuan understood that Mr. Zhao was telling him this way.
As long as you put the Zhao family and the Xu family in the same position in your heart, then the Zhao family will give you more than the Xu family.
Ye Yuan also smiled bitterly, not expecting that the old man would hit him in this way.
Like the Xu family, Ye Yuan just said goodbye and left after chatting with Mr. Zhao about some interesting things about going to sea.
The cigarettes and alcohol that had been prepared long ago were moved by Zhao Xirui and a few people to the domineering warrior car.
The scene that happened in front of Xu's house happened again. The two security guards standing guard in front of the door also looked confused.
How many years? Mr. Zhao hasn't given gifts to anyone in many years.
Whose young master is this young man today? How could you give back so much tobacco and alcohol for just a piece of meat in Zhao's hometown?
These people know Mr. Zhao's temper very well.
Not to mention outsiders, even Zhao Xirui, Mr. Zhao's most beloved grandson, would find it extremely difficult to smoke and drink alcohol with Mr. Zhao.
Could it be that the sun is rising from the west today.
But looking at the sun hanging above their heads, both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.
At the same time, Ye Yuan's young face was firmly remembered by these people.
What Ye Yuan didn't know was that what he did in the Xu family and Zhao family was spread privately by those on guard.
This caused quite a stir in Shangjing.
Someone actually used a few bottles of wine and a few pieces of meat to take away a cart full of tobacco and alcohol from Mr. Xu and Mr. Zhao's house.
This makes the so-called second and third generations envious.
Some people even shouted out that Ye Yuan was the most awesome yamen in Beijing, and the rest had to step aside.
But the deeds of this mysterious yamen are only spread among a small part of the population.
After all, there are still only a few second-generation people at the general level of Mr. Xu and Mr. Zhao.
Zhao Xirui saw off Ye Yuan and found his guest Zhao Xikai standing behind him.
"Why did you come out? Didn't you say you didn't sleep last night? Why didn't you go catch up on your sleep?"
Although his cousin is older than him, Zhao Xirui is not weak at all in front of this cousin.
If others didn't know better, they would think Zhao Xirui was his elder brother.
"Who was that person just now? Why did you seem to have given him a lot of things?"
Zhao Xikai looked at the warrior going away in confusion, always feeling that the man's back looked so familiar.
"A friend! I don't even know you even if I tell you!"
. . . . .
Ye Yuan would never think of it anyway.
Zhao Xikai, who had just made a train trip with him, turned out to be Mr. Zhao's grandson.
He is now driving the car towards the next house.
I didn't originally plan to go to so many places, but as Zhang Wuyue came home, I reminded myself.
Ye Yuan also thinks that there is some relationship, and it is indeed necessary to move around.
(End of chapter)
