Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 13 Chu Family Residence
"Are you still going to take a shower?"

Zhang Siwu asked.

"We're already here, just be careful and don't block their way. It should be fine. And maybe if we go back, they can go around in a circle."

Bao Guowei replied.

The two of them arrived at the bathhouse safely and did not encounter anything dangerous again.

I took a shower for a long time until my skin became wrinkled. I stopped when it was almost bright.

My head almost felt dizzy.

When Bao Guowei put on his suit, he put on his tie, straightened the suit, and looked in the mirror: Not bad, not bad.

Zhang Siwu couldn't move his eyes away when he saw Bao Guowei's suit.

"Your suit is not bad! It has creases and looks more fashionable than foreigners. Tsk, tsk, wearing this suit, even the Qing Gang people will call you Young Master when they come."

After a warm bath, the tension caused by the life and death crisis seemed to have disappeared. Zhang Siwu was even in the mood to joke with Bao Guowei.

Zhang Siwu looked up and down Bao Guowei's suit, and occasionally reached out to touch it.

"It's just average, just a youth gang. When I put on the suit, I feel arrogant. When I curl my lips, he's uncertain about his life or death."

"Haha, what kind of jingle is this!"

The two were joking, and after this incident, their relationship became closer, and the sense of isolation caused by not seeing each other for a long time completely disappeared.

The two parted ways on the way and agreed to meet again in the afternoon.

Bao Guowei returned home alone, took out some manuscripts, and prepared to bring them to Chu Ze.

The affluent area in the west of the city is completely different from other places, with green trees, pleasant air and tranquility.There are few shops on the street.

There are a lot more policemen in uniforms and armed with long guns on the road than in other places, and there are also some young men pulling luxury soft-seat rickshaws around, preparing to attract a distinguished guest.

Almost every house is antique.

According to the address Chu Ze told him, Bao Guowei went to a huge house and knocked three times on the big red door on the south side. The door was made of some precious wood. It made a crisp sound when he knocked, and it also exuded a delicate fragrance.

After knocking twice, Bao Guowei took five steps back and waited for someone to come inside.

"squeak!"

A waiter pushed the door open a crack and stuck out only one head. He looked up and down at Bao Guowei expressionlessly. Seeing the suit, the waiter quickly put on a smile.

If he hadn't been wearing this suit, the boy would have simply closed the door after just one glance.

He gently opened the door further, walked out and bowed respectfully.

"This distinguished guest is here, but I am not welcomed from afar. May I ask what you are doing?"

The boy was wearing a brown mandarin jacket, hunched over and looking up at Bao Guowei, with a flattering smile on his face.

"May I ask if this is Brother Wenchen's residence?"

"Exactly, the young master is listening to the play inside. Young Master, you are..."

"Please tell me that you are here to see me before."

Bao Guowei put his hands behind his back, stood with his head held high, and said with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze.

"Okay, okay, it turns out he is the young master's friend. I will inform you right now."

The boy didn't doubt his presence, so he immediately agreed and went in.

After a while, the boy in a brown mandarin jacket ran over panting and breathing heavily, as if he wanted to show that he had run with all his strength.

He and another boy were opening the door to the maximum extent.The boy opened the door completely, and as soon as he saw it, he saw a large, lush and vibrant courtyard.

"Master Chu Ze, please come in."

The two came out, stood aside and respectfully invited Bao Guowei in.

When Bao Guowei stepped into the threshold, he suddenly felt refreshed. There was actually something special inside the seemingly simple door.

A row of green dead vines was planted on the east and west sides.

A hand-excavated river runs from east to west in one third of the front yard, with a small bridge connecting the north and south. It is also decorated with green bamboo joints to circulate the water.

The antique house faces north and faces south, in the shape of an Arabic numeral "7" turned ninety degrees counterclockwise.

At a glance, it can be seen that the imitation is "withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses".

This house is probably worth several thousand square meters, and I don’t know if it’s worth tens of thousands of oceans!
Bao Guowei was a little shocked. This seemed to be just a place where Chu Ze lived temporarily.

Approaching the small bridge, the sound of the trickling water of the river can be heard, and the water flowing through the bamboo joints is still "tick" and "tick".

In the courtyard, as the boy said, there were several opera troupes singing an opera, which seemed to be Mei Lanfang's "Farewell My Concubine".

"Meet Brother Wen Chen for this!"

Bao Guowei trotted over and recognized Chu Ze at a glance, who was sitting under the bleachers watching the show. There were several boys standing beside him to wait on him.

Chu Ze still wore gold-rimmed glasses, but instead of the Western-style dress he wore last time, he was wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with gold dragons and a pair of black leather shoes.

At this moment, he was sitting under the stage watching an opera. When he heard Bao Guowei's voice, he turned his head with a smile.

"For that reason, you're here! Haha, this dress is very good. It's like we are two people when we met that day. Come here, bring a chair for me, and you and I will listen to the show together today!"

Chu Ze smiled and raised his right hand slightly, pressing it down.Following the instructions, a servant brought a stool with an armrest and placed it on Chu Ze's right side.

There is a saying for this. Although the views on what is respected by left and right have been changing throughout the dynasties, according to folk tradition, left is always respected.

Although Chu Ze still spoke as modestly as last time, Bao Guowei could vaguely detect that he had a somewhat majestic temperament.

Bao Guowei did not refuse. He thanked him and went over to sit down. He only sat in the front third of the chair. This was etiquette.

Chu Ze nodded secretly, and then listened to the opera attentively.

Xiang Yu: I feel uneasy after being defeated today.

Yu Ji: I advise the king to stop being depressed and relax.

……

Probably due to lack of taste, Bao Guowei had never been interested in opera. In his eyes, it was just a group of people dressing up in exaggerated ways and performing a stage play in a strange tune.

Especially this tone can sometimes make people feel irritated for no reason.

However, Bao Guowei still listened carefully.

Xiang Yu: Concubine, most of the enemy troops are from Chu. Liu Bang must have captured the Chu territory and is gone.

Yu Ji: At this time, when fighting in the Central Plains, heroes and soldiers are rising, and it is normal to encounter disadvantages occasionally.Wait for a while and wait for the reinforcements from Jiangdong to arrive. At that time, if we fight the enemy again, we don't know who will win!

Xiang Yu: - Concubine, how did you know that in the past, heroes from all walks of life worked on their own, and a single family could extinguish one pool and fight another, but now all the troops come together to attack, and the Gaixia soldiers are short of food and have no food, so they cannot defend it.Even though the eight thousand soldiers are brave and strong, they are outnumbered and unable to win.I sent out troops this time to fight with that fellow, and the victory or defeat was difficult to determine.Ah, concubine!
……

After the song was finished, the next troupe was getting ready to go on stage to sing.

But Chu Ze said softly to the boy beside him: "Okay, let them stop playing. They have seen enough today, and I want to catch up with them."

(End of this chapter)