The third floor of Yingjing Entertainment Center is a large banquet hall with an area of more than 400 square meters. In order to cope with this Zhihuatan job break, this place has been renovated in advance.
In the center is a stage made of red cloth. On the left and right sides of the stage are twelve huanghuali chairs. In the center of the stage, there is a huge red cloth.
Written on the red cloth is the inheritance history of Zihuatan, as well as the names and surnames of previous hall masters. The words are densely packed and all written in cursive, which looks extremely wild.
Right in front of the red cloth, there is an oversized copper incense burner. It is said that this is the old guy enshrined in Zihuatan Ancestral Hall, and he specially invited it out today.
In the center of the hall, a three-meter-wide red carpet was spread from the entrance to the front of the red table.
The left and right sides of the red carpet were filled with chairs for spectators to sit on. There was a small table in the middle of each chair with a fruit plate and refreshments on it.
Near ten o'clock in the morning, the lobby door on the third floor was pushed open.
Wang Laoji entered first and invited the three lords, the four societies, and the Chinese detective. The chief detective and his entourage boarded the red table and sat down on the chairs in Huanghuali.
After Wang Laoji and his party sat down, someone lit up oversized firecrackers in front of the gate of Yingjing Entertainment Center, which was deafening.
The second wave of people entering the hall were the senior executives of Zihuatan, that is, the deacons, all white-haired old men.
The third wave of people entering were the major social groups who came to watch the ceremony.
After everyone sat down, the sound of firecrackers at the entrance of Yingjing Entertainment Center stopped.
Two sturdy men carried the big red drum, with one person in the middle beating the drum. They walked on the red carpet from the entrance of the entertainment center to the banquet hall on the third floor, and then landed in front of the red stage.
Wang Laoji stood up, took the drumstick, and struck three times on the big drum. The drum beat loudly: "Arrived in time, please give me good luck!"
The so-called auspiciousness is the three golden lions dancing at the gate.
They danced to strange drum beats, swayed their heads, and stepped on the red carpet up the stairs, walked into the banquet hall, and climbed onto the red platform under the interested eyes of a group of big shots.
The first lion opened its mouth and spit out a scroll. Brother Da Ma took it and opened it. It was a couplet, which read: EMI inherits the word Huatan.
The second lion came forward with a swaying head and tail, and spat out a second line of couplet, which was opened by Xiao Ma Ge, and read: Nowadays, I will be the most beautiful and famous.
The third and smallest lion approached Wong Lo Kat, and Wong Lao Kat took a scroll and opened it with a smile on his face.
At this time, the three golden lions shook their heads and left, circling around the guest seats, making the big bosses laugh frequently.
Wang Laoji opened the scroll, cleared his throat, attracted everyone's attention, and said loudly.
"My name Huatan originated in the Ming Dynasty, flourished in the Qing Dynasty, and has been passed down to this day. It has gone through hundreds of years and 278 generations of incense owners."
"The sword of my name Huatan is a knife to kill the enemy, and the stick of my name Huatan is a stick of protection. Those who join my name Huatan, sisters and brothers are as close as one family!"
"On the Gengwu day of the Gengchen month of the Gengshen year, Wang Laoji, the 278th generation incense owner of Huatan today, borrowed the precious land to hold office for the younger generation. I respectfully invite all my colleagues to watch the ceremony, and ask the ancestors and sages to witness!"
On the red stage, Wong Lo Kat clasped his fists to the surroundings, and the big guys responded with clasped fists. He turned back to the red cloth attendant behind him to officiate, with a solemn expression.
After a moment, Wang Laoji turned around and continued to speak loudly: "The sages have witnessed that the auspicious time has come. Please come into the palace!"
"Dong~dongdong~" Brother Ma held the drumstick and stood in front of the big drum to beat the drum beats. A group of suona players were at the outermost edge of the hall, playing the suona that only sounded during the ceremony in Zihuatan.
The sound of the suona was pale and sad, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes deep, causing the smiles on the faces of the big guys watching the ceremony to gradually disappear.
They seemed to have seen Zihuatan step by step from a grassroots class to a well-known non-governmental organization over hundreds of years, and finally faded away over the years.
The unyielding wailing of countless ancestors who can sing and cry tells the bitterness of the growth of Zihuatan.
The sound of the suona stopped suddenly, but the drum beat became more and more passionate.
Right at the entrance of the hall on the third floor, 108 people, led by Jiang Jiahao, were wearing fiery red brocade, loose breeches, riding boots, and riding whips around their waists.
With heavy steps, stepping on the bright red carpet, he walked step by step to the red stage, knelt down on one knee in front of Wong Lo Kat and made a hand gesture with the words "Flower Beach Junior".
Wang Laoji glanced at the kneeling junior in front of him. Even though his face wanted to remain serious, he could not suppress the smile on his lips.
It has been many years since Zihuatan has seen a gathering of more than 30 people. The most prestigious guest in the past is just the altar owner inside the pig cage.
But today is different. There are 108 people working in Zihuatan, and all of them are extremely outstanding juniors.
More than half of these straw sandals have the potential to become a red stick in the future, but when they meet Jiang Jiahao, who is too good, they naturally look lackluster.
There were a little more tears in the corners of Wang Laoji's eyes. He seemed to see the future of Zihuatan, which was about to rise, in the young people in front of him.
Raising his hand behind him, Brother Ma immediately offered a stick of incense, and a group of young people came out from the audience to distribute incense sticks to the 108 members who were about to take up their posts.
When everyone had incense and candles in their hands, Wang Laoji lit the incense in his hand, walked down the red stage, and lit the incense and candles for everyone in turn.
This step has a deep meaning in the word Huatan Zhazhi, which is called the incense will be passed down through the ages, and the fire will never be extinguished.
When all the incense candles for 108 people were lit, Wang Laoji returned to the red stage and inserted the high incense in his hand into the copper incense burner.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Jiahao immediately stood up and went on stage, came to the copper stove, held up the incense candle, bent down and performed three salutes, and inserted the incense candle into the incense burner.
These three prayers look like worshiping the incense burner, but they are actually worshiping the big red cloth on the platform, where the names of the predecessors of Huatan are written!
Wang Laoji asked with a serious expression: "Love brothers and sisters and love gold?!"
Jiang Jiahao responded loudly: "Love brothers and sisters!"
As Jiang Jiahao finished speaking, the 107 people in the audience stood up one after another, raised the incense candles above their heads, bowed three times to the incense burner and the red cloth, and responded in unison: "Love sisters and brothers!"
The sound was like thunder and powerful, shaking the empty hall with a series of echoes.
Wong Lao Kat nodded with satisfaction and asked Jiang Jiahao again: "Asking for high-ranking officials, good pay and loyalty?!"
"Please be loyal!"
As Jiang Jiahao finished speaking, the 107 people in the audience once again raised incense and candles, kowtowed three times, and shouted in unison: "Please be loyal!"
"Very good." Wong Laoji stepped aside, pointed at the red cloth in front of everyone, and said sternly: "I know how to say good things. How dare you swear an oath today in the presence of all the ancestors?!"
Jiang Jiahao tore open the buttons, revealing his shirtless upper body, and patted the flower beach tattoo on his arm extremely seriously.
He took the three incense candles handed over by Brother Ma again, bowed to the copper incense burner and the red cloth, and said loudly.
"Today, I, Jiang Jiahao, swear an oath here. Anyone who enters Zi Huatan should love his brothers and sisters and seek loyalty. If he violates it, he will be punished by our ancestors and heroes!"
Raising three incense candles with great solemnity, Jiang Jiahao turned around and bowed to the 107 Huatan members behind him.
"Now that I, Jiang Jiahao, am standing as a red stick, I will take it as my responsibility to promote the word Huatan, be friendly to my brothers and sisters, and be loyal and zealous. Please bear witness. If there is any violation, we will punish him together!"
The 107 members of Zihuatan in the audience held up their incense candles, bowed to Jiang Jiahao, and shouted in unison: "Welcome the new Red Stick of Zihuatan!"
After the chorus of shouts fell, Buck Yasu took a step forward and bowed three times to the red cloth on the stage.
"Today, I, buck-toothed Su Zha, hold the position of White Paper Fan. It is my duty to carry forward the word Huatan, to be friendly to my brothers and sisters, and to be loyal and zealous. Please bear witness. If there is any violation, we will punish you together!"
As soon as Buck Yasu finished speaking, Ruan Wenjie stepped forward, held up the incense candle, bowed three times to the red cloth on the stage, and shouted.
"Now that I, Nguyen Van Kiet, have taken up my duties as a straw sandal, I should take it as my own responsibility to promote the word Huatan, be friendly to my brothers and sisters, and be loyal and zealous. Please bear witness. If there is any violation, we will punish him together!"
"Now that I, Jiang Qiwen, have taken up my post, I will take it as my own responsibility to promote the word Huatan, be friendly to my brothers and sisters, and be loyal and zealous. Please bear witness. If there is any violation, we will punish him together!"
"Now that I, A Baozha, have taken up my duties as a white paper fan, I will take it as my responsibility to promote the word Huatan, be friendly to my brothers and sisters, and be loyal and zealous. Please bear witness. If there is any violation, we will punish you together!"
"Today I..."
Seeing 107 people take the oath one after another, Jiang Jiahao saluted everyone and shouted again: "Congratulations to all of you on your appointment!"
After saying that, Jiang Jiahao turned around, inserted the incense candle in his hand into the copper stove, and stood aside.
The 107 newly-employed members in the audience took turns to come on stage, insert the incense candles in their hands into the incense burner, and then return to their original positions.
Jiang Jiahao took the dagger handed over by Brother Ma and cut his right hand, squeezed a few drops of blood into the copper furnace, returned the dagger to Brother Ma, and saluted Wong Laoji and the deacons present.
At this moment, all the deacons from Zihuatan came on stage, surrounded Jiang Jiahao and spat. Everyone spat, hugged Jiang Jiahao, and returned to their original seats.
Jiang Jiahao didn't squint his eyes and had a firm expression. He turned to look at Wang Laoji and bowed and saluted: "This is the red stick Jiang Jiahao in Huatan. I want to build a pile of rivers in the name of Jiang. I ask the hall master for permission."
Wang Laoji nodded to Jiang Jiahao, turned to look at the red cloth, bowed three times, and said loudly: "Today's Huatan's triennial inauguration ceremony has concluded. There is a total of one inauguration with a red stick, 27 people with origami fans, and 20 people with knives. people, 60 people in straw sandals, a total of 108 people.”
"In view of the outstanding achievements of the new Honghun Jiang Jiahao in protecting Zi Huatan, we have authorized the establishment of Jiang Zi Dui. Please witness it, seniors!"
When the drumming stopped, Brother Da Ma handed over the calligraphy book and calligraphy brush to Wang Laoji.
With a swipe of his pen, Wang Laoji wrote Jiang Zidui and Jiang Jiahao's name on the red silk roll. He lit it with a lighter and threw it into the copper furnace.
The silk cloth was flammable and burned out quickly after falling into the copper furnace, turning into a black ash.
Wong Lo Kat returned the brush to Brother Ma with a face full of relief. He didn't care about the dirt on Jiang Jiahao's upper body and patted him on the shoulder.
"Ah Hao, the hall master is getting old. The future of Zihuatan will depend on rising stars like you. Please help Da Ma."
"I see."
The induction ceremony held every three years is now over. Wang Laoji hugged his fists and smiled at the community leaders who were watching the ceremony.
"Welcome you all to give Zi Huatan face and come to attend the ceremony for the juniors. I have asked people to prepare some wine and small dishes. Please come here."
As Wang Laoji pointed the word "please" at the door of the banquet hall, the drummer who took over the drumstick from Brother Ma began to beat the drums, and the suona player hiding in the corner also began to play the suona.
Only this time the tune was cheerful, and the three golden lions jumped to the middle of the red carpet, allowing Brother Ma to hold up the long bamboo pole and hang the red hydrangeas to guide them forward.
Just behind these three golden lions, a group of big guys were chatting and laughing with each other, heading to the second floor for dinner.
