So Basong also went out.
At the same time, Fang Zheng didn't know that the salted fish left in the room had already started running around.
Under the guidance of the waiter, a carved glass door slowly opened, a burst of melodious music came out, countless people shuttled back and forth, and some simple vegetarian dishes and drinks were placed around. Groups of monks, Taoist priests, Christians and other people from major churches were chatting in groups here.
At the same time, the waiter sang loudly: "The host of Yizhi Temple, Zen Master Fangzheng has arrived!"
This voice attracted everyone's attention. Seeing Fang Zheng come in, everyone was slightly surprised. Apparently they were surprised by Fang Zheng's age, not his clothes, nor did they feel like they were seeing a living Buddha. It seems that Founder's reputation has not spread abroad.
Fang Zheng smiled back one by one, and the other party smiled back, which was regarded as a polite greeting.
However, there is no one Fang Zheng knows here, and there are too many people here, and many of them are wearing similar clothes, such as cassocks, monks' robes, Taoist robes, priest's robes, etc. At a glance, it is impossible to tell who is who.
Simply, Fang Zheng stopped looking for acquaintances and just found a corner to sit down.
As a result, my butt was no longer hot from sitting, when I heard the waiter shouting again.
"Song Guangming, Chairman of Shanwei Group, is here!"
Then a middle-aged man with a good figure and a sunny look came in. He put his hands together and said hello to everyone as he walked, smiling brightly.
Then one after another, the chairman of the major companies walked in.
Fang Zheng gradually discovered that the promised religious seminar seemed to have changed a bit. With the arrival of these people, the banquet began. Although the overall atmosphere was still quiet and there were no scantily clad women, there was always a bit more irritability. Because the representatives and CEOs of these companies always seemed a little anxious and kept trying to look towards a high platform that represented the direction of the owner's house.
Obviously, their purpose was not to make friends with the monks, but to come to the master on the high platform.
There were more and more people, and some businessmen or women brought by businessmen began to appear around Fang Zheng. However, when they saw the patched cassock that Fang Zheng was wearing, they all got out of the way.
It doesn't matter that he is the founder. There is a coffee table in front of his sofa, and there are a lot of fruits on the coffee table. If these people don't come, all the fruits on the coffee table will be his. What's more, he is also comfortable and happy.
Just then, a familiar voice sounded.
"Master! You are indeed here too!" Fang Zheng looked up and saw a girl standing there with a ponytail. There was also a smiling old man beside him. It is Xiaoxun and his grandson!
"Amitabha, it turns out we are two donors. What a coincidence. Are you also here to attend this grand event?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.
Xiaoxun sat generously on the other side of the sofa, picked up a grape and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he said: "Yes, my grandfather practices through-arm boxing. This time, he was mainly invited to participate in a competition. Exhibition games. So, we can come in as well.”
Xiaoxun's grandfather said: "I'm old and incompetent. I'm afraid I'm going to make a fool of myself soon." He knew that his strength was not as good as Basong's, but Basong was held down by Fang Zheng's slap. Fang Zheng's strength was unfathomable. Measurement. Therefore, he did not dare to show off in front of Fang Zhong.
Fang Zheng said in surprise: "So that's it. The poor monk will have to take a good look at it now."
Xiaoxun's grandfather even said he didn't dare to meet again, and the three of them finally had a formal self-introduction.
The old man's surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Daoyuan. He is the current descendant of the Tongjiquan lineage. However, according to him, he has the kind of character that can't rest, so he is not very good at Tongjiquan. Instead, he gained some reputation because of his frequent fights.
Xiaoxun's name is Chen Xiaoxun. He has practiced Tongjiquan with Chen Daoyuan since he was a child, and also practiced Iron Sand Palm with another master. Therefore, those palms are extremely wide, thick, and have a layer of calluses! However, this girl seems to be very obsessed with martial arts. She doesn't care that her hands are different from ordinary people, nor does she care about their beauty and ugliness. Instead, she is very proud of them.
When the three met again, there was no conflict and they naturally talked happily.
At this moment, the waiter's shout caught Fang Zheng's attention.
"Head of the Ruan family, Ruan Minge is here!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng subconsciously looked up and saw an old man walking in with a majestic appearance, followed by three people. One of them was very familiar to Fang Zheng, it was Ruan Tianxing! Ruan Tianxing's smile was bright, but when he saw Fang Zheng, his face suddenly became a bit embarrassed, and there was a bit of anger deep in his eyes!
Fang Zheng looked carefully and then smiled because he saw a faint red slap mark on Ruan Tianxing's face. The palm mark is not very clear, and it was deliberately covered up, so outsiders may not be able to see it. Or maybe even if they see it, no one will say it.
But Fang Zheng was not one of those people. He smiled and pointed at Ruan Tianxing's face. Ruan Tianxing was so angry that his nose almost crooked! He glared at Fang Zheng darkly, as if he was about to spit out fire.
"Tianxing!" Ruan Minge seemed to have noticed it and snorted coldly.
Ruan Tianxing immediately lowered his head and remained silent.
At this time, someone came over and said something to Ruan Minge. Ruan Minge nodded with satisfaction, smiled, and followed Ruan Tianxing and another man.
As soon as Ruan Minge left, the other man's tense face suddenly relaxed, his eyebrows raised, and a feeling of arrogance and domineering suddenly burst out. Obviously, he was just pretending, now he is the real one! He put his hands in his trouser pockets, licked his lips, glanced at Xiaoxun next to Fangzheng, raised his eyebrows, and headed straight for Fangzheng!
"Master, this is the second ancestor of the Ruan family, Ruan Shitao, who is famous for being a scourge in Hanoi. However, the head of the Ruan family likes him very much and dotes on him. I am afraid that this person has bad intentions when he comes here, so we should hide first." Chen Daoyuan said.
Fang Zheng looked around and asked, "Where to hide?"
Chen Daoyuan was dumbfounded. They were already in the corner. At this time, if they wanted to hide, there was really no place to hide.
During this delay, Ruan Shitao had already arrived in front of the three of them. However, there seemed to be no presence of Fang Zheng and Chen Daoyuan in his eyes. He walked directly in front of Chen Xiaoxun and said, "Hey, beauty, why haven't I seen you before? You're not from Hanoi, are you? How about having a drink together?"
"Go away!" Chen Xiaoxun frowned and said.
"Hey! It's tasty and interesting! You two go aside and don't be an eyesore." Chen Shitao waved his hand and drove Fang Zheng and Chen Daoyuan away.
Chen Daoyuan was immediately furious. He teased his granddaughter and told him to get out? What's the point? Just as he was about to speak, Fang Zheng spoke first and said, "Donor, this female benefactor doesn't seem to want to see you. Please leave."
(End of chapter)