Chapter 170: Vanity Fair

Chapter 170 Vanity Fair
After picking up a few people from the Zhong family, Zhang Yurui immediately took the person to Zhang Li Lanfang as a rest room.
The old lady just left the old man, saying that it was old.
Outside the door, Zhong Dingchen looked at Zhang Yurui and smiled: "Miss Zhang, the last time I met, I still return things in Gu Yuezhai."
Zhang Yurui nodded, has been more than a month, right? She looked at the smile on the face of the clock, and I don’t know why. I always felt better than the last time I met, perfect... more unreal.
This is a strange feeling.
About two months ago, the second master of the Zhong family came from the capital and visited her grandmother. At that time, Miss Zhang had at least the impression that in today's impetuous society, Zhong Dust could probably be classified as a leader of the giants.
And now it seems to be even better... as if only the skin of the leader is left.
"Mr. Zhong is planning to wait here, or to the venue first?" Zhang Yurui responded.
The clock fell into the dust and said: "I am waiting here. If Miss Zhang is busy, I naturally dare not bother."
There are also servants who have served Zhang Li Lanfang for more than ten years, and Zhang Yurui is naturally relieved. Zhang’s family is thin and welcomes her. She needs to be close to her.
"Then I will be with you first."
Looking at Zhang Yurui’s departure, he was waiting outside. Lao Luo, who had served for several generations in Zhong’s family, suddenly smiled and said:
This Miss Zhang, and Miss Li’s young things are too much like.

Zhong Dust naturally knows who the Miss Li Jia in the mouth of the grandfather is referring to. He once knew the old lady of Zhang’s family in the mouth of Grandpa Luo, and it is not difficult to hear from the dictation of Grandpa Luo that how many young talents loved the lady Li in that year. - Nature also includes his grandfather Luo.
Vaguely, Zhong Dingchen even felt that his grandfather, the old man of Zhong’s family, was probably one of the admirers of the year.
Zhong Dingxiao smiled and suddenly said: "Chengyun, you go to the venue to see, who have come."
"Okay, young master."
......
When Zhong’s old man came in, he just took a small bag. At this moment, Zhang Li Lanfang was in the room and looked light.
Mrs. Zhong hangs a smile and comes to Zhang Li Lanfang to sit down and take out the contents of the small bag. It is a delicate food box.
"This is the mark of Jingde's old name Tongdefang." Mrs. Zhang looked at it and was a little surprised.
Zhong Laotai slowly smiled and said: "It has been for decades. Tongdefang has long since disappeared from the times. This food box was still left. The original teacher had already traveled, but I found his descendant. You taste, this osmanthus cake tastes the same as it did in the past."
Zhang Li Lanfang removed the food box that Zhong Laotai pushed over, and said indifferently: "It seems that for my wife, you have spent a lot of thoughts on the grandfather."
Zhong Laotai whispered: "You are old, I am old, just in my eyes, you have never grown old."
"Zhong Gaoshun, do you know what you are talking about?" Zhang Li Lanfang responded coldly at this time.
"I know clearly, I don't know too much." Zhong Laotai sighed: "Today is your good day, it is a good day for us. You should not be angry, when I did not say it."

They talked silently, and the two of them quietly drank tea and didn't chat... Zhang Li Lanfang did not see some clues from the look of Zhong Laotou.
Her black card became a fake card, but she had seen it on her own. She just thought that this matter should be related to Zhong, but she could not find evidence for the time being.
For decades, the personnel changes, the short and thin old man in front of him, and what is different from that year, is also unknown, the heart is separated from the belly, no one is who.
This room seems to be silent, but in fact there is already a voice of dialogue.
Luo Qiu was the one who had seen the old man of Zhong Jia... when he continued his life. As for this old lady, I saw it for the first time today.
This is Zhang Yurui's grandmother, and the eyebrows are indeed unusually similar. Luo Qiu looked at the black soul No. 9 at the moment. "I just want to find the old lady, do you want to find the memories of the past?"
Black Soul 9 also did not intend to conceal: "I just vaguely think... I recognize her."
Luo Qiu's different bosses, Taiyinzi became a black soul messenger to retain the memory, but the former black soul did not... but the club did not have a record of past black soul messengers. Except for those who have completely died, the remaining black soul messengers have been recorded in the past.
It’s not surprising that it’s vaguely identifiable... the relationship between you is not unusual.
Luo Qiu suddenly said: "About what you remember, I will talk about it later. I have things during this time, especially today."
From this time, in the view of the Black Soul 9, the new master is not the same as the servant. The new master tends to maximize the quality of the gold master's soul, and the incumbent master is almost unreasonable just to pursue quantity.
Before being an individual who had touched himself in the past, his job was the black soul messenger of the club. This kind of job is like a brand, and it stays in his mind.
"I understand it."
Black Soul 9 did not force... because he knew very well as a black soul messenger, there is no black soul messenger who can get what he wants from the boss.
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The banquet has begun.
In the city, even the famous orchestras in the nearby provinces will offer a long time performance for this banquet.
With the melodious music, the guests whispered to those who found themselves familiar.
In addition to Mrs. Zhang, who has not yet appeared, Wu Qiubin has seen a lot of celebrities who have come here, and of course some officials in the city.
When the low-key Zhang family called people up, the influence was indeed much stronger than that of his family... Even when he recognized a quiet sitting in the corner of the old man’s affairs, he once again refreshed himself to Zhang. The understanding of the family.
"That is the old man of the Zhongcheng Zhongjia..." Wu Qiubin was surprised. "Zhang Jiaran can also invite this Buddha?"
Wu Qiubin adjusted his breathing and took a glass of champagne from the secretary and quietly approached the past.
"Dare to ask, are you a bell father?" Wu Qiubin overwhelmed his attitude to the lowest.
Lao Luo, Zhong Dingchen, and Cheng Yun saw Wu Qiubin, and Cheng Yun, who came to the venue early to inquire about the situation, told the guests about the clock. The clock fell into the dust and said a few words in the ear of his grandfather.
Zhong Laotai just smiled and said: "You are the son of Wu Kaitong? We should have seen it a few years ago."
Wu Qiubin opened his eyes and smiled: "The old man is really good at remembering. Even a few years ago, I can remember me at a rush at the Beijing banquet."
Probably the protagonist of the banquet has not really appeared yet. Zhong Laotai is bored, and he points to the side: "Sit down, I have known your father for a short time. I heard that he is not in good health recently?"
Wu Qiubin sat down in a cautious manner. "It’s all small problems, and the body is still good. Thank you, Grandpa is missing..."
He said, he looked at the clock sitting next to the old man, Mr. Zhong, and asked: "I don't know if this is..."
"My grandson, the clock is falling," Zhong Laotai said with a smile.
Zhong Chenchen nodded to Wu Qiubin, and Wu Qiubin suddenly smiled: "It is really a dragon and a phoenix, and the old man is very blessed."
Mrs. Zhong is very happy: "This child needs more beats. Well, I plan to let him exercise here during this time, and please take a look at this younger generation."
This is a big bodhisattva, such a speech, Wu Qiubin naturally dare not say anything, it would be better to have this opportunity to cooperate.
"Are you alone?" Zhong Laotai suddenly asked: "Without some afterlife, come and see and know?"
Wu Qiubin said: "My two sons are still studying abroad, and they can't take time. Well, but my nephew is here."
"Oh? Come over and let me see."
Wu Qiubin reached out and said: "Where, on the other side of the stage, the violin is. This child is a bit talented, has won many domestic awards, and later, going abroad to participate in a competition.

Zhong Laotai looked at Fang Jiping among the orchestras and nodded. "Yes, good."
Wu Qiubin said: "When he will be in the middle of the break, how can I let him come over and give you a good old question."
Zhong Laotou lived for many years and was very clear about Wu Qiubin’s careful thoughts. But he is also a person who loves his future talents. This kind of musician does not involve political and commercial matters. He naturally likes it more, so he nodded slowly.
Fang Jiping, who was playing, looked at the banquet venue at random. He saw Wu Qiubin looking at himself at this time with a kind smile.
Fang Jiping closed his eyes and focused more on his performance.
He feels that Fang is always right... There is nothing to be confused, name and profit, right now in his own hands.
He is hurrying, and there will be nothing to worry about in the future... Even if it is as usual, one day he will be able to get rid of his control.
Thinking of Wu Qiubin's kind eyes, Fang Jiping said silently.
As the party as the commander changes the rhythm as usual, the string is suddenly quieter. At this time, the host of the banquet, the old woman of today’s longevity, is also slowly coming out after the accompanying Zhang Yurui. .
The guest began to give way to the old lady.
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The hotel is downstairs.
Xiaoman is still on the phone, still unable to connect... She repeatedly looked at the video and did not know how many times, and also looked at the flyers seen from the aunt who did not know how many times.
She bit her teeth and walked into the lobby of this superior hotel.
(End of this chapter)