Then, Zhang Dehuai smiled to Elder Zhou again, saying that he is not usually like this.
"It's okay, Mr. Zhang, please."
Elder Zhou smiled faintly, took a sip of tea in his teacup, but secretly contemptuous in his heart.
This village is worthy of being a small village in the countryside. It is reckless and unruly. If it were normal, even if Zhang Dehuai brought a villager to Tiandanmen to invite him, he would not come here to participate in the sacrifice of ghosts. Ceremony!
What a shame!
But in order to capture Song Yuan, Elder Zhou had to follow the instructions of the head and visit Zhangjiacun in person.
"Go ahead, what's the matter?"
Zhang Dehuai angrily asked the young man who ran in.
"Yes, the village chief!"
The young man was a little frightened, but thinking of Sanshu's hurried instructions, he couldn't help but worry, and said quickly: "The village chief, Sanshu said that you should go out to greet you quickly, say..."
"Mischief!!"
Zhang Dehuai berated him for the second time, his entire face turned black, and he pointed to Elder Zhou and said, "Have you not seen me talking with Elder Zhou? If anyone comes, let your third uncle entertain him. I leave the guests alone, what style is this?"
Zhang Dehuai secretly cursed in his heart that these three uncles are really getting less and less polite, and actually invited him to welcome guests. Is there someone who has more face than Elder Zhou?
"Then I now...?"
Young people are not leaving, nor are they staying, embarrassingly impossible.
"You go and tell the third uncle and let him greet him by himself. It's really shameful. I have to teach you this!"
"Yes, yes, village chief, I will go now!"
Elder Zhou's mouth twitched, and this country village was just joking, with a mess of manners.
Forget it, they can't be blamed. It's a strange thing that such a rural village can have thoughtful etiquette.
In the face of Zhang Dehuai's apologizing, Elder Zhou indifferently said that he didn't care, and took another sip of tea.
"I'll go take a look."
Wang Denian, the chairman of the Zhangjiacun Security Company, stood up and followed the young man out. He knew that Zhou Elder was always someone invited by Zhang Dehuai, and he couldn't talk about it. Instead of staying here, it's better to go out and breathe.
"That's right, Xiao Qi." When he walked to the door, Wang Denian asked smoothly: "Who is here, your third uncle actually asked the village chief to go out to meet him?"
Although Zhangjiacun is small, the village chief can't ask for it.
"It seems to be Gong Lianyi." The young man recalled, "There is another named Gong Qingyu. They are two big beauties like flowers and jade. They look very..."
"what?!"
Elder Zhou’s teacup fell to the ground and made a ping-pong sound, but he ignored it. Instead, he looked up at the young man in shock: "You said Gong Lianyi?! Gong Lianyi and Gong Qingyu? !"
He speaks quickly, and he appears very anxious.
The village head Zhang Dehuai was a little at a loss. He carefully recalled the names of these two people, and suddenly his body shook.
"Xiao Qi, you are talking about Miss Gong Qingyu, the daughter of the Palace Patriarch, Qingyu?!"
"Yes, there is a man named Gong Qingyu! She is beautiful in a blue dress!"
"There is also Gong Lianyi, the master of the Gong family in Zhonghai City, the innate late master, Gong Lianyi!?"
"Yes, that's right, it's Gong Lianyi... As for whether it is a late congenital stage, I, I don't know."
Zhang Dehuai was completely stupid. Suddenly, he yelled: "Oh, I am always confused. Hurry, prepare a grand welcome ceremony, and welcome the two distinguished guests of the palace family to come!"
