Zheng Biao entered the room, and saw besides his father and Chang brothers who were smiling apologetically, there were four other young heroes in the same style and white samurai uniforms.
Zheng Biao just had a simple glance, and his face instantly became extremely ugly. He quickly lowered his head to hide the anger in his eyes.
Those disciples of Changkongzhaojianmen were unexpectedly arrogant. Some were reclining on chairs with one leg hanging on the armrest, dangling to and fro; Zheng Biao's mood went bad instantly, his eyes were gloomy, but he forced himself to force himself to smile, and his heart Secretly said: A group of arrogant bastards are still so rude when they come to my house, you wait, the third master will trample you to death sooner or later...
Zheng Daguan sat upright on the host seat, chatting with Chang Jingfan with a smile on his face, and although Chang Jingfan was smiling and polite, his words were extremely perfunctory, with an indifferent contempt Attitude, ask a question, answer a sentence, the answer is simple, the tone is cold, and you never answer, so that people can't talk too much. After a few sentences, the chatter can't go on.
Officer Zheng certainly saw Chang Jingfan's contempt, and he couldn't help but feel angry. As an elder, he was so despised by others, and he felt extremely aggrieved. But since Chang's family is his in-laws, he still needs to take care of his face, so he reluctantly copes with it, and does not have the same knowledge as this junior. As soon as Zheng Daguan saw that the conversation was gone, he smiled embarrassingly, picked up the tea bowl and drank tea by himself, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward for a while.
Just when Mr. Zheng was fidgeting, he raised his eyes and saw his son Zheng Biao walking in. He couldn't help but look happy, and immediately regained his spirits: "Why did Xiao San come here? Your cousin has been exhausted all the way, just to see you." You have been refusing to rest for so long...how come you are so ignorant and late, making your cousin and senior brothers wait here for a long time?"
Zheng Biao hurriedly bowed to everyone and apologized repeatedly. Among the Changkongzhaojianmen disciples, only two of them smiled as a courtesy, and the others didn't raise their eyelids, and didn't pay attention to Zheng Biao at all.
Zheng Daguan was even more embarrassed for a while, and Zheng Biao was even more angry.
Mr. Zheng may have had enough of this cold stare. Seeing his third son coming, Mr. Zheng immediately stood up and left, and said: "Since you are here, please entertain your cousin and some distinguished guests instead of my father. Because my father is not feeling well, I will leave for the time being..."
Before the conversation was over, the person had already arrived at the door, and without waiting for the visitor to respond, he left in a hurry, out of sight and out of mind.
Zheng Biao was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was about to plead guilty to several guests again, but he heard Chang Jingfan cleared his throat, coughed, to attract everyone's attention, and then said without the slightest emotion in his tone: "Zheng Biao Cousin Biao, here are all my family members, and the brothers who came with me are not outsiders, so you don’t have to be so polite—"
"It should be so, it should be so, everyone is a family, cousin Jingfan this time..."
"I don't need to say polite words—" Chang Jingfan waved his hand impatiently, interrupted Zheng Biao's words, and said directly: "This time I went down the mountain, I and all the brothers and sisters have already had the mission of the teacher, but The mission encountered some difficulties—"
Have a problem? That's good... All along, I'm afraid that you have no desires or desires, as long as you ask for me, then I just took the opportunity to get closer to you.
Zheng Biao's mind moved, and he was ready to take over the conversation.
Unexpectedly, just as Zheng Biao was about to open his mouth, Chang Jingfan continued: "Although there are difficulties, it is fortunate that my cousin is taking care of me - I have mentioned this to my uncle before, and my uncle has already prepared the 30,000 taels of silver." , this difficulty is over—"
Damn it, this person surnamed Chang really didn't come out for my business, but came to ask for money from our family. It's really not a fucking thing... And these people obviously want something from my Zheng family, why? Taking money from my family sounds like giving the Zheng family a big face. It’s fine if you don’t have a soft hand to take people’s money. Why don’t you even have any morals, and you don’t even owe a word of "thank you" , Is it true that my Zheng family owes you all
The 30,000 taels of silver is by no means a small amount. Even if Changkongzhaojianmen is so strong, he still has to smile for me when he sees so much silver. But you, Chang Jingfan, are relying on your relatives to save face, so you are a lion. He opened his mouth wide, and acted so recklessly afterwards, no wonder his father's face was so ugly.
Zheng Biao was furious in his heart, but the matter had come to this point, and there was no hope for regret... It seems that the incident had to be carried out according to the plan, and there must be no more mistakes, otherwise it would be a lost wife and a lost soldier.
Zheng Biao suppressed his anger, and was about to say a few words on the scene, but Chang Jingfan waved his hand to stop Zheng Biao from talking, and seeing that face was quite impatient, he said in a cold voice: "Although you are just passing by, your Cousin, let me help you—”
Zheng Biao wanted to speak several times, but Chang Jingfan stopped him. He was uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to offend this famous cousin, so he smiled and nodded frequently, like a pug, In my heart, I was extremely ashamed of Chang Jingfan's arrogance, and cursed secretly: This Chang Jingfan is so arrogant that he doesn't even bother to let me say... You are so arrogant. I'll see your face again.
Chang Jingfan, who had been speaking sarcasticly all the time, naturally didn't know what was going on in the heart of this obedient little cousin in front of him, and he only cared about showing his cold and arrogant temperament to the fullest. Chang Jingfan took a few close friends of the teacher's school to go out to do things this time, originally to boast in front of everyone how easy things are in Haikou, and how he can do it... In his mouth, Zheng The family is basically like a vassal of his Chang family, and can be used at will. When rich man Zheng was around, Chang Jingfan still showed a little humility, but as soon as his uncle left, Chang Jingfan immediately put on the appearance of his master, arbitrarily ordering Zheng Biao, his cousin, for the purpose of being in the same family. In order to prove his own strength, he acted a bit stronger in his eyes, in order to increase his weight and influence in the sect through the mouth of a few fellow disciples.
As for the Zheng family, in Chang Jingfan's eyes, it was just a temporary stepping stone.
Chang Jingfan had his own little Jiujiu in his heart, and he spoke coldly to his cousin, and kept reprimanding him: "Your matter is really embarrassing, a martial artist of the 'Body Tempering Realm' second level, let a It's really embarrassing that a layman who doesn't feel angry can't get out of bed. Although you are not a child of my Chang family, let alone a disciple of my Changkongzhaojianmen, this matter is for my aunt, and I can't help it. Don't come out—this matter is over, I hope my cousin can practice martial arts hard, and don't make such embarrassing actions again—”
Zheng Biao stood aside, not daring to sit down, his face turned blue and red from Chang Jingfan's sarcasm, which was extremely embarrassing, especially in front of several outsiders, which really made Zheng Biao unable to get off the stage .
"What? Brother Chang, this little cousin of yours was seriously injured by a layman? Are you kidding me?" An elite master with a square face next to him turned around and questioned Chang Jingfan with confusion.
Chang Jingfan didn't raise his head, he held the tea bowl, and carefully used the tea lid to skim off the tea powder on the tea. When he heard the question from his fellow disciple, he directly lowered his head, "If you ask him, I'm ashamed to answer—"
Zheng Biao blushed, and replied embarrassingly: "This big brother, but it's like this—"
"How old is the opponent, but he is very strong?"
"Only seven or eight years old, but—"
"Only seven or eight years old?" The person who asked the question became very surprised, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "A child around seven or eight years old? You let a child who doesn't know martial arts beat him so hard that he couldn't get out of bed? My My good boy, no wonder your cousin doesn't want to bring up this matter, it's really unprecedented, it's really shameful—"
Zheng Biao's face was red and he bowed his head in silence.
Chang Jingwang, who had always looked at Zheng Biao as disliked, felt that he was like-minded when he heard someone from his class taunting Zheng Biao. I mentioned it to others, if I hadn't happened to be a guest at home and told the story, I'm afraid that until now, this uncle would not even dare to mention it, let alone try to get back the scene—"