A piece of paper

". After drinking four or five glasses of wine and talking for a long time, I couldn't explain anything clearly. When I got to the back, the guy thought you were going to drive him away. I spent a lot of money to order roast chicken with lotus leaves. I was so scared that I knelt down and hugged him. He cried into my lap and said he was old and young, so don’t drive him."

Zhou Gou pinched the bridge of his nose and was a little speechless, "Brother Gou, I am also someone who has killed gangsters after all! We have a reputation! It's just for one person, as for setting up a table for the Red Gate Banquet!"

"It's so disrespectful!"

Xian Jin laughed and said, "Our Mr. Dog still knows about the Hongmen Banquet!"

On Tuesday, her breasts were bigger and more erect than that of an ordinary woman. She stepped out and said, "The red door banquet! The red door represents murderous intent! Blood! Fighting! Bump! - This is easy to understand!" "

Show gold:.

The illiterate character never fails.

Closer to home.

"I asked Mrs. Qu if she has met anyone recently?" Xianjin said in a deep voice.

This old lady is a toad. If someone pokes or jumps, someone must be trying to harm her behind her back.

Tuesday Dog shook his head and said, "I asked." Qu Damao was very confused and only said vaguely, "No one in the Qu family has asked the old lady for errands recently. Later, I also asked the concierge, Old Chen, in a circumstantial way. No one has come in or out recently." The old lady has never been out."

Not the Qu family.

That is the Chen family.

"Where's the seventh uncle? Chen Zuoniang's father? The third uncle of the old house?" Xian Jin went through all the top students in the Chen family.

Tuesday Dog shook his head, "Really not!"

"Where are the people in the shop? No one came. Where are the letters? Are there any letters?"

Tuesday Dog shook his head again, "The shop is now full of our faction. Zhao Dezheng is considered neutral, neither you nor the old lady; the master dares to fight with Zhao Dezheng for you; Sister Zhong, Aunt Du, Qi Qiqi, and Brother Dong are all Our people; as for Nan Xiaogua, who was mentioned recently, he has long been labeled as the 'Jingxian faction', who the hell dares to say anything behind his back?"

Chen Ji is now divided into the "Jingxian Faction" and the "Yuanlao Faction". The Jingxian Faction refers to the direct lineage of Xian Jin, the associates brought from Jingxian; the Yuanlao Faction refers to the old associates who have stayed in Xuancheng.

The current situation is that all the "Jingxian faction" are high-ranking officials, with the only two exceptions. One is Mrs. Qu's close nephew Qu Damao, and the other is the stubborn donkey Zhao Dezheng who relied on his craftsmanship.

It was the first time Xian Jin heard about these two factions, and he couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth, and he was quite speechless: She was also returning the egg yolk pie!

As expected, wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

She is a fairly impartial management that avoids nepotism, but her subordinates are still divided into small groups and small groups.

Xianjin retracted his thoughts and said thoughtfully, "Where is Aunt Qu? What's wrong with Aunt Qu?"

That’s not the scope of Tuesday Dog’s business.

Tuesday the dog doesn’t know.

Xian Jin said "tsk", "Our Mr. Dog is not smart enough."

Tuesday Dog was not convinced and continued to raise his chest, "If she were twenty years younger, I would keep my eyes on her every day!"

Child Suo'er's eyes squinted.

All the anger in Zhou Gou's chest was released. He shrugged his shoulders and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "No, no, no, even if she is eighty years younger, I will not look at her with my eyes. I will take a look." , I dig out one eye, take a look, dig out one."

You are a fly!

Eyes all over the body!

When Xian Jin saw Suo'er retracting his gaze with satisfaction, he squinted his eyes: Did he regard her as part of the play? He really wanted to step forward and kick this pot of dog food over.

The clue is broken.

Xian Jin frowned.

The dog also frowned on Tuesday, but he probably wasn't thinking about anything valuable.

After a while, a dark head popped out from among the flowers at the door. Zhang Ma smashed the melon seeds and poked her head in, "What? Aunt Qu!? I know everything about her!"

Oh yes.

If you are unsure about foreign affairs, ask Mr. Gou, and if you are unsure about domestic affairs, ask Mama Zhang.

In the entire Chen family, she knew exactly which female mosquito entered which room and which tent today.

Mother Zhang stepped in and gave Xian Jin a handful of melon seeds in her hand, "Eat, I just fried them, added bay leaves, coarse salt, and fennel."

"eat!"

After the unnecessary pleasantries, Mother Zhang went straight to the subject of feeding. With an order, Xian Jin quickly grabbed one.

There is an illusion that a high-level meeting turned into a tea party.

Seeing that everyone had eaten, Mrs. Zhang shrugged her shoulders and said, "Second Aunt Qu has been doing something wrong these days. She went to the third grandma's yard the day before yesterday. The next day, the third grandma asked the concierge to help her uncle's family." Sent a letter."

Xian Jin was chewing melon seeds in his mouth, and it was difficult for him to look like he was strategizing. But I have some clues in my heart.

Chen Sanlang.

Chen Sanlang took refuge in his uncle's house.

All of a sudden it was connected.

A few days ago, Mrs. Qu asked about the tribute paper and paid attention to the deadline for the tribute paper.

She is counting the time.

I'm thinking about when would be a better time for Chen Sanlang to come back.

Xian Jin silently took another mouthful of melon seeds, "Sanlang. The fortune teller said that Sanlang can't come back from his uncle's house until he is twenty years old, right? How old is he now?"

One Hundred Thousand Whys of the Chen Family·Five Thousand Years of the Chen Family·Encyclopedia Zhang’s mother opened her mouth and answered, "Erlang is only eighteen or nineteen, how old can he be? He is also a rat, and he is about the same age as you!"

Not yet twenty.

At the beginning, Chen Laowu was defeated and there was no one available in the Chen family. Mrs. Qu had no choice but to make a bold move and activated her - in this case, Mrs. Qu never thought of asking Chen Sanlang back.

Then I think of the Buddhist niches in the Grate Mat Hall and the smell of incense and ash that cannot be concealed by the smell of lime powder.

These are enough to prove that Mrs. Qu believes in ghosts and gods.

Unless absolutely necessary, she would not allow Chen Sanlang, the next generation of the Chen family who was most likely to inherit the business, to risk returning home.

So, what went wrong?

She clearly felt that when she promised not to marry, Mrs. Qu's attitude towards her gradually changed from being tentative and hesitant to delegating and trusting her.

If it weren't for this trust, she wouldn't have the qualifications to compete with the Bai family for the Qiu Wei scrolls, nor would she have the position to establish a chamber of commerce to fight for the tribute paper.

What went wrong?

Xianjin's mind was spinning rapidly.

What are the variables during this time?

Master Qiao!

Master Qiao is back!

Xian Jin narrowed his eyes.

When Master Qiao comes back, is there any conflict with Mrs. Qu’s arrangements?

Mrs. Qu thinks Master Qiao will make the decision for her future? Arrange her marriage? Which creates a sense of crisis?

Or does Mrs. Qu think that her role has come to an end? If Chen Sanlang is not recalled, it will be difficult for the Chen family to smoothly hand over power in the future?

Xian Jin thought of the "Jingxian Faction" and "Senior Faction" just mentioned.

Both conjectures are possible.

Xianjin cracked another melon seed with an expressionless expression.

Fight workers, fight for the spirit of work, fight until the end, there is no place to run.

She's not even thirty-five yet!

Why is there a risk of being laid off?

but.

I don’t know if Mrs. Qu knows this - no company can arbitrarily dispose of executives who have become a nuisance.

People, finance, and power, these three things account for at least two of the reasons why executives are executives.

Mrs. Qu can give it a try.

Would it be easy or difficult for her to hand over the country she had built with her own hands?

"Snapped!"

Xian Jin sneered and slapped the melon seed skin on the table with great force.

Mother Zhang said "tsk", "Eat melon seeds when you eat them. Don't throw the skins around! Throw them into the bucket yourself!"

Mr. He's momentum suddenly plummeted like a reservoir that opened its gates.

Xian Jin threw the melon seed skins into the bucket with a frown, and when he looked up, he saw Tuesday Dog suppressing a smile.

Xian Jin became angry because of shame, "Is the veil embroidered by Suo'er useful?"

On Tuesday, the dog had a black face, his ears and eyes were red, he turned around and ran away, and hit a pillar with a bang.

Suo'er was stunned, "How did you know that was the handkerchief I embroidered!"

Xianjin snorted coldly, "You've been embroidering those two fat ducks in front of me for half a month. I know how many toes the fat green duck has!"

Suo'er screamed, "That's Yuanyang! Yuanyang! Yuanyang!" (End of this chapter)