No wonder the inn is losing money every year. This dish is really not very good and cannot satisfy the guests’ appetites. You still want to keep the guests’ money?
Song Che reluctantly took a few bites and then got off the table with Shen Wenjun. Only the father-in-law and the second uncle were left. They had a deep brotherly love and drank and talked happily.
When the couple returned to the guest room, they found that there was only one bed and no couch. The two looked at each other and were stunned. Song Che wanted to turn around and leave, but Shen Wenjun closed the door first.
Shen Wenjun sat on the edge of the bed, nodding and lowering his eyebrows, not knowing what to think, but his pretty face was getting redder and redder.
Song Che arranged the tables and chairs in the room where the vases and incense burners were placed, just enough for him to lie down alone. He smiled and said, "It's not too cold tonight, I'll just sleep here."
"Song Che."
"What?"
"Husband and wife should sleep together in the same bed. I don't mind you anymore."
Shen Wenjun stood up, took off his belt, and slowly took off his clothes. Although his face was shy, his eyes were extremely sincere.
When there was only one set of Qingfeng Plateau left, she shrank into the bed, her delicate body trembling with excitement.
Song Che shook his head and smiled. He walked to the bed and pulled the quilt. Unexpectedly, Shen Wenjun held on tightly and frowned, trying to refuse but welcome him.
"I think I'd better sleep on the table."
"Hey...come on."
She took the initiative to lift the quilt, bit her lip and turned her head.
Song Che took off his shoes and socks in twos and twos, and shrank in. If he got closer, she would move closer, then if she got closer, she would move closer, and finally she huddled to the edge of the bed, curled up like a caterpillar.
"Wolf is coming!"
"Ah... don't eat me!"
"Pfft... Hahaha..." Song Che laughed loudly.
Shen Wenjun's eyes widened and he tweeted: "Song Che... you are a dead man!"
"This boudoir fun naturally has to be done in the boudoir. We are staying in a guest room right now. Aren't you afraid that the sound insulation is not good and will make other guests unable to sleep?" Song Che pulled the quilt, covered his head and closed his eyes. , "I have to get up early to attend the meeting tomorrow, so go to bed early. Good night."
Shen Wenjun kept his eyes open for a long time. After a long time, his panic gradually disappeared, and he got used to the gentleness. He leaned down and fell asleep peacefully with a blush on his face.
…
Early the next morning.
Shen Wenjun specially changed into men's clothes. Song Che and his father-in-law each wore gold silk robes and went to the meeting in a car.
Although Shen Tong and his son are also bosses, their financial resources are not up to standard, so they do not participate in this chamber of commerce.
"When you enter the commercial bank later, be sweeter and show some magnanimity, especially Song Che. This is your first time seeing such a big scene. I don't ask you to perform well, just don't embarrass the Shen family. ." In the carriage, my father-in-law repeatedly warned me.
Song Che responded: "Father-in-law, don't worry, my son-in-law will definitely live up to his expectations."
Raising the car window, you can see that magnificent carriages drive by on the street from time to time. The closer you get to Yang's Trading Company, the busier the traffic becomes.
Two-quarters of an hour later, a majestic five-story building came into view. It was indeed the first in the south of the Yangtze River. It was indeed extraordinary.
In front of Yang's Trading Company, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and a young man in a black robe were smiling to welcome each businessman.
The young man was in his mid-twenties, with fox eyes, thin lips, and a cold, arrogant expression that contained a hint of evil. He was probably Yang Song, the young boss of Yang's Trading Company.
A middle-aged man in brocade robes, in his fifties, with black hair and a crane-like face, and a sense of self-importance without anger. He is Yang Wanfu, the father of Yang Song, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, and the president of Yang's Trading Company.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the trading house, and the father-in-law took the children out of the car. Yang Wanfu and Yang Song came forward to greet them, saying some polite words about how they were well and that it was difficult to do business.
Yang Song has a pair of almond-shaped eyes that have never left Shen Wenjun since he got off the car, and his gaze is full of nakedness.
Although the father and son of the Yang family have smiles on their faces, they can't hide their aloof attitude, their eyes are changeable, and their smiles hide their knives. The word "treacherous" is the best way to describe them.
It's just that the more this kind of person is, the more prosperous he can be in the shopping mall.
Song Che stopped in front of Shen Wenjun and looked at Yang Song with deep eyes.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and seemed to have exchanged hundreds of moves in silence.
In the end, Yang Song dodged his eyes, turned to smile, and asked Shen Wenjun: "Miss Shen, I don't seem to have seen this person in the Chamber of Commerce in previous years. Who is he?"
Song Che said loudly: "I am his husband, Song Che."
"It turns out to be Young Master Song," Yang Song clasped his fists and saluted, "The daughter of the Shen family is extremely talented and beautiful, and is the number one lady in Suzhou. Young Master Song is really lucky to marry Miss Shen."
Song Che said casually: "It's not a good blessing. If Mr. Yang is willing to marry into his wife, he can actually do it."
Yang Song narrowed his eyes.
Song Che kept smiling.
My father-in-law and Yang Wanfu were also very polite. You and I invited each other, and they walked into the lobby of the commercial bank.
Many businessmen have gathered in the hall, all of them old and young. The big boss and the young boss are together.
"Oh, Brother Wang, long time no see!"
"You know it's been a long time since I last saw you. You haven't been here to take care of my freight business for a year."
"Isn't there too many bandits? Look at me, my hair is turning gray from worry."
"Hey, Boss Li, don't hide. Look at your fat body. You made a lot of money from Taosha last year, right?"
"Boss Shen is joking. It's not like you don't know. We have been fighting in various places recently. If we sift out some iron sand, it will be confiscated by the court. Alas... it's hard to do business!"
"Brother Shen, is the young man next to you a bit unfamiliar? He is..."
"Uncles, my nephew Song Che is my father-in-law's son-in-law. This is his first time attending the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce this year. If there is anything wrong with my words, please bear with me."
"That's right, that's right. Although he is a son-in-law, he is very articulate and has a lot of talent... Wang Ning, people have come to ask for gifts, what are you doing standing still?"
"My nephew Wang Ning, please pay homage to Uncle Shen."
…
Anyway, just be polite all the way.
Song Che was open-minded and courteous, which earned him a lot of good reputation and added a lot of luster to his father-in-law's face.
Brocade sellers, tea sellers, pottery makers, sand washers, horse runners, boat runners... There were more than thirty people in the hall, all of whom were leaders in various industries in the south of the Yangtze River.
At half past Chen hour, all the merchants in the south of the Yangtze River had arrived.
Yang Wanfu was meeting guests at the banquet. The major bosses took their seats one after another, and their descendants stood aside in a polite manner.
As luck would have it, the father-in-law was opposite the Chen family and his son.
Chen Rencai had a straight face and stared.
Song Che ignored him and gently tugged on Shen Wenjun's sleeve: "Hey, madam, look at those two idiots opposite, they are so angry that they are smoking."
Shen Wenjun glanced at Chen Rencai, covered his lips to suppress his smile, and slapped Song Che's hand away: "What do you care about him?"
"You have to know that every smile we make is a critical blow to him. The more polite, the greater the power." Song Che curled the corners of his mouth, raised his head, and looked at Chen Rencai.
Shen Wenjun also raised his head and looked at it. After a few glances back and forth, he still couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm so angry with him, so angry with him..."
Chen Rencai gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his face flushed with anger, and he was afraid that he might be able to dig out three rooms and one living room under his feet.
