Ode to the Dragon

"Mr. Zhou, I bought these jade Buddhas at the British auction. I also invited the eminent monk Kaiguang from Southeast Asia to bless you. I am sure you will live a long life and your family will prosper!"

With a wave of Zhang Hai's hand, someone immediately sent up the pair of jade Buddhas. They are the size of a palm. They are crystal clear and lifelike. At first sight, they are not ordinary products.

At least it's a few million big things!

"Ha ha, Xiao Hai, you have a heart." Mr. Zhou is sitting in the lobby, waving his hands. "You are invited by the fourth family. Ha ha, please find a seat to sit down."

Zhang Hai stooped down, while Yu Hui stood up and welcomed him with a smile. "Oh, Lao Zhang, I'm sorry to trouble you to send such a valuable gift."

Her voice is very loud, for fear that others will not hear her, and she will not be in the limelight.

"Ha ha, Mr. Yu is polite. It's all my heart for the old man." Zhang Hai also felt light on his face and sat behind his fourth uncle Zhou Yong's family.

Then, all kinds of people who gave gifts appeared one after another. All kinds of jewelry and heavy gifts blinded everyone's eyes.

"General manager of Liuzhou mineral industry, a pair of jade and Ruyi --"

"chairman of North China entertainment company, a famous painting of Tang Bohu --"

"Secretary General Chen of Yanjing, a vase of Qing Dynasty official kiln --"

these guests came one after another, most of them were from Chongda uncle Zhou Yang and his second uncle Zhou Wen. Even the two daughters of the Zhou family had a few energy problems The boss of fan's company gave a million level gift.

For nearly an hour, there was an endless stream of guests, including the eldest uncle, the second uncle, and so on.

Only on the side of Zhou lie's family, the door is empty, and even the chair is empty. They stand there alone, very embarrassed.

The eyes of the people at the scene have begun to become playful, pointing and gloating.

Even the old master of the Zhou family gave a cold hum of discontent and turned away from Zhou lie, as if he was not worthy of being his son.

"In charge of the family, what should we do?" Liu minglan was so anxious that her palms were all in a cold sweat, "where is Xiaofeng, the child? Really, the banquet will be over soon."

If Chu Feng doesn't show up again, they will become the laughing stock as usual, ridiculed and instructed by others, and have no self-esteem --

"be patient and keep your mind." Zhou lie snorted, holding a cigarette bag in his mouth, "since he said that he would support us and let us regain face, then he will come!"

Even though there was no one around him, he was still confident: "my son, I know."

Liu minglan sighed. Of course, she believed in Chu Feng, but in this case, everyone would be nervous and at a loss --

"tut Tut, third brother, what's the matter? The banquet is all over soon. Why don't you have any guests here?" Uncle Zhou Yang laughs and sneers: "can't you be alone?"

"Ha ha, third brother, if you don't come, say no. everyone is a family, and no one will laugh at you." The second uncle Zhou Wen also said, "do you want any more chairs here? We have many guests in our family. Just give us some. Anyway, you don't have many guests here."

Zhou Yao is a face of complacency, swaggering in the past to move the chair, like a general who won a battle.

Zhou Yong frowned. He took the phone and thought about whether to contact some bosses later. He came to attend in the name of "Zhou lie's friend" and didn't make him so embarrassed -

at this time, suddenly, a loud voice sounded:

"chairman of Yanjing Hongtu group, Mr. Li Hongtu, send a seat to Jinshan!"