After Tang Zhaonian finished whispering in Old Master Mao's ear, the expression on Old Master Mao's face changed suddenly. A group of Mao's children were talking in the yard. Seeing that the expression on Old Master's face suddenly something was wrong, they all stopped talking and looked at the old master with their eyes.

Mr. Mao was silent for a moment and looked at the people in the yard and said, "Zhu Bingshan is here. Although the Mao family and the Zhu family are fighting now, no one of you is going to neglect the etiquette, otherwise the family law will be dealt with."

The crowd looked at each other in a low voice, then started talking...

"Ha, it seems that the Zhu family really can't hold it anymore, and the old man took action himself."

"The Zhu family has been arrogant for so long, but what's the use? In the face of real strength, you should bow your head to our Mao family. Haha, it's a joke."

"Apology? Can apologize be useful? No matter what you say this time, the Zhu family will not have a chance. They dare to offend our Mao family. They asked for it by the eggs and stones."

"As long as we go, we should just drive the Zhu family out of Yanjing Imperial City."

"Yes, if you drive out, the Zhu family is here, the world will be peaceful."

...

"Give me peace of mind!"

Mr. Mao stopped shouting, "Twitter, what do you think of this place as a vegetable market? Pay attention to your identity and etiquette."

Mr. Mao did not go out to greet him in person, and sent his personal butler Tang Zhaonian.

Tang Zhaonian is over fifty years old, but his body is very strong and strong. When he walks, he has wind under his feet, and the sound of his soles on the ground is very soft. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sound left by his soles is like a breath of breathing autumn wind blowing several fallen leaves on the ground.

Mr. Zhu came alone, wearing a casual outfit and carrying a bird cage in his hand, which was no different from the old man in Yanjing Imperial City who was walking in the park in the morning to have fun.

When Tang Zhaonian met Mr. Zhu, even though he felt despised and disdainful, the moment he saw Mr. Zhu, he immediately felt a momentum like a mountain of pressure from this seemingly ordinary old man.

"Old Zhu..."

Tang Zhaonian bent down, almost at a ninety-degree angle, and the two subordinates who followed him bowed down in the same posture.

Mr. Zhu glanced at Tang Zhaonian and smiled and said, "Xiao Tang, don't need so many etiquettes."

"Old Zhu, you still need etiquette." Tang Zhaonian said with a smile, his waist slightly straightened and began to lead the way in front.

Mr. Zhu hasn't been here for decades. When he was a child, he came here to play. At that time, his brothers and Mr. Mao's brothers, the older generation of the two families united and helped each other, but in their generation, it seemed that they were born to be inconsistent and fought when they were young.

Looking at the strange and familiar flowers and plants around him, Mr. Zhu smiled and sighed, "Oh, it's been decades, but I'm really old."

Tang Zhaonian smiled and said, "Old Zhu, you are not old at all, you are still strong."

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Hard? The loess is almost buried on his neck."

There was still a group of people in Mr. Mao's courtyard, but there was no sign of noise. Mr. Mao's words were imperial edicts in the Mao family. He kept these descendants and grandchildren quiet, and no one would dare to speak casually.

Mr. Zhu walked into the yard and saw that there were so many people in the yard. He was slightly stunned and said with a smile, "Brother Mao, am I delaying your family meeting?"

"Hello Uncle Zhu!"

"Have you met Mr. Zhu!"

"Hello Grandpa Zhu!"

...

A group of juniors from the Mao family greeted Mr. Zhu in unison, and etiquette must be ignored.

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Children, this has grown up."

Mr. Mao looked kind and said, "Bingshan, we are all so old. If these children don't grow up, it will be unlogical."

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Yes, decades have passed."

Mr. Mao said, "Bingshan, you haven't come to our Mao family for many years. Today, it must be for some recent things."

The age and status of Mr. Mao and Mr. Zhu are so calm no matter what they talk about. Mr. Mao is straightforward and Mr. Zhu doesn't shy away. Under the disdain and contemptuous look of the juniors in the Mao family, he smiled and said, "Some things that have happened recently will happen to both of us. Even if you fight to the death, you won't bleed. Even if you lose in the end, as long as you lose openly, it doesn't matter."

As soon as Mr. Zhu said this, the eyes of the Mao family juniors looked over were even more contempt and disdainful. Some even sarcastically said coldly, "Ha..."

Mr. Mao was so rude to the younger generations and did not show any displeasure. In his heart, Mr. Zhu's words just now could not escape the word hypocrisy.

Judging from the current situation, the Zhu family has clearly fallen at a disadvantage in this business war without gunpowder. Even though the Zhu family's grandson-in-law and daughter-in-law were resourceful and had used her tough skills to clear the business conflicts within the Zhu family, it is difficult to achieve this business war.

On the battlefield, one of the two sides with equal strength has a changeable and sharp plan, and will often achieve the final victory of the war. However, if the strength of the two sides is very different, there is no hope at all. So what can you do if you are resourceful? You can only watch the good situation leave.

The business world of the Zhu family is on the verge of collapse, but Mr. Zhu looks like he doesn't care. In the minds of Mr. Mao and the Mao family, it's so funny that you're so stubborn.

Mr. Mao laughed quietly, "Bingshan, since you were a child, you just don't like to admit defeat. Fighting crickets and playing glass balls. You play with everything just like that, but you never admit defeat. Unexpectedly, after decades, your temper has not changed."

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Old Mao, now our Zhu family does not have an advantage in the disputes in the business world, but the fighter jets are changing rapidly. Isn't it tired to care about so much? You are still the same as before. No matter what you do, you are willing to make subjective conclusions. This is actually wrong."

"oh?"

Mr. Mao was dissatisfied, "What do you mean is that your Zhu family still has hope?"

Mr. Zhu did not answer, but changed the topic and said, "Mao Huafeng, Mao Huawu, and Mao Huaan are all there, right?"

Mao Huafeng, Mao Huawu, and Mao Huaan, the three masters of the Mao family, did not answer immediately, but looked at Mr. Zhu together. After getting Mr. Zhu's acquiesce, the three of them walked out of the crowd, "We are here, Grandpa Zhu."

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "I almost couldn't recognize you all. I came here today to relieve some misunderstandings. The three of you almost got killed last night..."
Chapter completed!