Urban Hidden Dragon

These people are very particular about what they say.

No matter Wang Han calls the little Taoist master.

Instead, Wang Han was called the son of the old Taoist master.

It is clear that Wang Han is not recognized as the little Taoist master.

In other words, Wang Han is still not in his eyes.

A man who looked to be in his forties walked out from the depths of the house. He was slightly overweight and wearing a suit.

Yuejia is also a wealthy family with a lot of wealth. Although the man in front of you is wearing an expensive suit, wearing it gives people the feeling that he is coming to sell you something.

"What are you doing? Is this your attitude towards guests?" Yue Jiahe scolded him after he came up.

After scolding, he clasped his fists at Wang Han and said with a smile, "There are too many things to do and I am so busy that I feel dizzy. I am really disappointed! My name is Yue Jiahe, and I am the eldest grandson of Yue!"

Wang Han sneered in his heart after hearing the introduction.

This Yue Hongzhuo was really stable and sent his eldest grandson.

Wang Han was not angry either. This kind of thing was simmered slowly and then heated up to remove the juice.

Being too eager for quick success can backfire.

Wang Han smiled at Yue Jiahe.

"What time does the banquet start?"

Yue Jiahe was stunned for a moment.

Yue Wenjing sent him over to greet people. When he came, he rehearsed it in his mind. He made various guesses about what would happen next and made various countermeasures in his mind. No matter how extreme, he had thought about it.

But unexpectedly, the other party didn't play according to the routine.

Since there is no tit-for-tat confrontation, Yue Jiahe is happy, "The birthday girl is still changing, wait a moment, I will take you in!"

Lead the way beyond home and ahead.

Wang Han followed and walked inside.

The housekeeper glanced at Wang Han and the other five, and then at the goose feather in his hand.

There is still some dirty mud on the goose feathers.

Li Gou Sheng was still picking the meat between his teeth with a toothpick. It was obvious that it was a big goose caught on the way. The big goose ate it and the goose feathers were pulled out casually.

I noticed the butler's gaze.

Li Goucheng stopped, took out three hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the butler's hand.

"I didn't bring any gifts, so I'll take three hundred."

Seeing this, Jie Zhaodi fumbled in her pocket for a long time, "Old Li, do you still have money? I only have more than one hundred in my pocket."

Li Gousang said oh, took out one hundred from the butler's hand and handed it to Jie Zhaodi.

"Then I'll take two hundred!"

Jie Zhaodi handed over two hundred-dollar bills.

"I'll take two hundred, too."

The housekeeper looked at the four hundred yuan that was handed over with a dark face.

"You two are..."

"The Dao Jiezhaodi is extremely lacking!"

"The most evil way is Li Gou Sheng!"

The next second after the two introduced.

The butler carried the ceremony table and ran back seven or eight meters.

The guests in the yard ran towards the depths of the house.

The front yard, which was lively just now, suddenly became quiet.

Not many people have seen these two people in real life, but everyone knows a little bit about their evil nature with their own buffs!

Li Goucheng looked at the group of people with a frown on his face, "Look at your shame! It seems like no one cares about you!"

Baili Chunlei still held two hundred yuan in his hand. After thinking about it, he went over and stuffed it into the butler's hand, staring at his toes.

"Hundred...hundred miles..."

The housekeeper quickly stuffed the four hundred yuan into Baili Chunlei's hand like a hot potato. Even if it was something that the two of them had touched, he didn't dare to take it.

"Your presence is the best gift, no other gifts are needed!"

After hearing these two abstract-looking masters introduce themselves, Yue Jiahe's face turned darker than the bottom of a pot.

No wonder Yue Wenjing didn't come.

On the one hand, he was putting on airs, and on the other hand, he was avoiding these two people.

"This way!"

Lead the way by crossing over and picking up the pace.

As soon as you walk through the door, you will suddenly see a lotus pond at the back that was dug out manually using local materials. There is a winding wooden corridor above the lotus pond.

Leading the way across the country, I want to finish this job quickly.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t take a few steps.

Then I heard a loud bang.

When I turned around, I saw a hole in the wooden corridor that had not had any problems for decades, and Jie Zhaodi fell through the hole.

The water was still bubbling.

Jie Zhaodi emerged from the water and was about to speak.

Wang Han glanced at it and took over the conversation, "Under control?"

Jie Zhaodi smiled, revealing her only front tooth.

Go home and ask people to come over and repair this place, and your steps will be faster.

Go through the hallway.

Entered the inner courtyard.

It was very lively inside, with people coming and going.

The subordinates of Jian Rendao, the children and grandchildren of the Yue family, and the families and sects from Shu who came to celebrate their birthdays.

It was very lively inside.

There is also a framed letter hanging on the innermost side, with the word "longevity" written on it.

The interior decoration is festive.

Red lanterns were hung high, lights were decorated everywhere, and "Good Days" was played on a loop.

After Wang Han and others came in, those who had just watched the whole process outside the house whispered to those who had not seen what had just happened.

Li Goucheng and the wet Jie Zhaodi stood side by side. Jie Zhaodi still had water plants hanging on her body and a little tortoise hanging in her crotch. As Jie Zhaodi moved around, the tortoise's head stretched and shrank.

The two of them looked there, and someone introduced them.

Those people gave way.

This made it seem like there was a lot of space around Wang Han and the others.

"This way, please!"

Yue Jiahe took a few people to the main room to sit down and asked people to come over and give them tea.

Wang Han was the only one in the room.

Wang Han lit a cigarette, and Li Gouchen stretched his neck and looked out through the window.

"Yue Hongzhuo's big butt is so heavy!"

Wang Han joked, "Senior, how about sleeping under his bed tonight?"

Li Goucheng chuckled, "It's not impossible!"

The person who arranged to watch the tea waited for a long time but didn't wait.

Li Goucheng and Xie Zhaodi all ate the pastries on the table.

"Why haven't we started the party yet?" Jie Zhaodi pulled the remaining three strands of hair on her head.

"What are they doing?" Li Gouchen glanced outside and saw many people gathered outside who didn't know what they were doing.

Wang Han also took a look outside.

These guests were all gathered around and didn't know what they were talking about.

After waiting for a long time, the person watching the tea did not come. Wang Han stood up and said, "I'll join in the fun, you guys sit down."

Standing on the periphery, Wang Han finally understood. The group of people gathered around and stood on tiptoes to take a look inside. Then he saw clearly that they were commenting on calligraphy and painting.

I listened with my ears straight up.

The few people at the front kept saying all kinds of compliments about the calligraphy and painting. Wang Han thought it was a masterpiece by some famous artist, so he stretched his neck and took a look inside.

His handwriting is just a little better than that of ordinary people, let alone his painting, which is worse than the painting of Wang Han peeing in the snow.

But the few people in front were full of praise and praise for the painting.

Wang Han has never seen someone who is praised by the cultural circles, and Wang Han has always scorned this kind of behavior.

This kind of thing is either good or bad. Why do you need to kneel down and lick the powerful and powerful people?

If something like shit is held up to the sky, it is still shit.

When Wang Han was about to leave, he didn't expect a voice to come from behind him.

"I remember that the old Taoist master was very accomplished in calligraphy and painting. I wonder how accomplished the old Taoist master's son is in this kind of thing?"

Wang Han turned around and saw that the person speaking was Yue Jiahe, the eldest grandson of Yue.

Now that he was hitting the gun, Wang Han also smiled.

"Know a thing or two!"

Yue Jiahe said with a smile, "Oh? Then why don't you evaluate this calligraphy and painting?"

The onlookers made way, and Wang Han walked over to take a look.

They all looked at Wang Han, wanting to see what Wang Han could evaluate.

Xu Mengling and Yue Jiaqi were both there. The three of them looked at Wang Han with different expressions, and they all wanted to see what kind of flowers Wang Han could come up with.

Wang Han stared at the painting and pondered it for a long time.

"It can be seen that the author of this calligraphy and painting is not low-level!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man wearing black-rimmed round-frame glasses, a thin face, a Tang suit, a cane, and a braid on the back of his head, who looked like an old-school cultural person, said, "Let you evaluate the calligraphy and painting." , what else did you say?"

Wang Han smiled sheepishly and looked at the calligraphy and painting for a moment.

"Qi Baishi painted a shrimp, Xu Beihong painted a horse, this is...a painting of a shrimp and a horse!"