"Oh, Lord Sheng Tianmu, please forgive me for not coming out to meet you."
As soon as he got out of the car, an old man who looked like a deacon greeted him. He bowed respectfully and solemnly. "Thank you for coming from afar. Please come in."
"How many times have I been here? I don't need anyone to lead the way."
Sheng Tianmu waved his hand. "Where are Huang Chuan and the rest?"
The deacon was stunned. He hesitated. "Family Head, he …"
"There's no need to find excuses. He's talking with Luohe and Jiu Me somewhere, right? A tea room? A secret room? It doesn't matter. Just take me there. I'll have to trouble you to lead the way when the Chiba family comes later. "
Sheng Tianmu walked forward casually and ordered the old deacon, "As for this Huai Zhijun, I'm sure you know him. Bring him to the table."
He gave the order without any explanation.
It was as if he was the owner here.
Under his gaze, the old deacon was stunned. After a long while, he nodded with a hunched back. "Please allow me to pass on the message …"
"Don't young people like to use phones nowadays? I'll just call them directly. Can't they talk about secrets behind my back? "
Sheng Tianmu barged his way through. Relying on his identity as one of the five elders, he rushed into the quiet room of the Huang Chuan family skillfully and opened the door directly.
"Aiya, everyone's here?" The old man grinned and waved his hand at the few unhappy faces that had turned their heads.
"Are you guys talking about some shady things behind this old man's back? Can I listen to it too? "
He pulled a cushion over and sat opposite them. He raised his hand and said, "Go on, go on. Just pretend I'm not here … Hey, who's that? Give me a cup of tea. Let me taste the harvest of the Huang Chuan family's tea garden this year. "
"If you want to listen, be quiet. Sheng Tianmu."
The man with the smoking pipe was wearing a black Yingzhou robe. He knelt on the ground and looked over. It was the head of the Jiu family. He looked to be in his forties, but his hair was white. He was aging prematurely.
The head of the Luohe family didn't say anything.
As the only woman among the five elders, she looked no different from the traditional older women in Yingzhou. She was dressed in a simple and solemn robe. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her expression was cold and calm.
After being disturbed by this old man, no one was in the mood to continue talking.
Then, Sheng Tianmu propped himself up on his knees and spoke.
"Since all of you are done … let this old man say something."
He smiled happily and asked straightforwardly, "How about letting me be the leader of this year's meeting? As for the money, it's negotiable. We won't mistreat anyone. "
As he spoke, he even made a gesture of counting money.
He looked unscrupulous and scoundrel.
"Are you dreaming?" The head of the Huangchuan Family looked over coldly. "Can't I do the same? Can't I? "
"Of course it's because you're not suitable, You Jun."
Sheng Tianmu sighed, "Once you get to the top, you will definitely do some messy things. Maybe everyone will instigate you, and you will brainlessly make enemies everywhere … Hey, don't be angry. You see, you can't even stand my provocation. When the leader of the Iron King Party sees you and snorts at you, won't you start a full-scale war? "
The head of the Jiu Family knocked on his pipe and raised his head to ask, "Can't I?"
"Of course you're the best. When you were young and strong, you dared to fight and fight, and you're good at scheming. To be honest, you're more suitable than me, but …"
Sheng Tianmu shrugged and spread his hands. "The Jiu Family doesn't have many people. Even if I give you the alliance, you can't mobilize them, right?
Ah, as for Sister Luohe, don't say anything. It's not that I'm discriminating against you. Although you're very capable and I really admire you — but if word gets out that a woman is in charge, let alone outsiders, even the subordinates won't be convinced. "
The head of the Luohe Family glanced at him coldly and didn't say anything.
She was well aware of this.
At the beginning, she was probably the person who was the furthest away from the position of leader, so she was happy to watch the show.
She had despised this old man for too long, so she didn't mind giving him a little more trouble.
"As for Qian Ye Long 'er, he's a good choice, but his personality …"
The old man shook his head helplessly. "It's true that Long 'er is a talent who can bring the Thousand Leaves Association back from the brink of collapse, and he can even make it bigger and stronger. However, I think that after he becomes the leader, he'll definitely visit all the brothels in the alliance first, and then play with hundreds of women. In the end, he'll be killed in bed by a woman or something … "
After saying that, he pointed at himself. After mocking all his opponents, he sincerely recommended himself. "In comparison, I'm already so old, but I can't even get hard. Am I very reliable?"
Everyone's expression didn't look good.
Before he could say anything, Huang Chuan retorted.
The argument started again.
When Qian Ye Long 'er, who smelled of red wine and perfume, walked into the room, he heard Sheng Tianmu making the decision.
"Alright, we'll agree to your request, Huang Chuan. Our families will follow the rules of Extreme Dao and decide the winner in the alliance meeting!"
Even though he didn't hear anything, Qian Ye Long 'er couldn't help but want to cover his face.
This speed was ridiculous.
He was only three minutes late!
Did that guy from the Huang Chuan Clan … … fall into the old man's trap again?
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At the same time, Huai Shi finally experienced something that outsiders couldn't help but experience — silent violence.
The noisy meeting hall was filled to the brim, and the atmosphere was lively. All of the leaders from the alliance were drinking tea and chatting happily. The atmosphere was lively.
Only the area within three meters of Huai Shi was as cold as ice, and not a single sound could be heard.
Everyone sat up straight and drank their tea without looking sideways. Apart from the Huang Chuan Clan's servants, who occasionally came over to refill their cups, no one paid him any attention.
Under these circumstances, Huai Shi was so bored that he began to scratch his feet.
There was nothing he could do about it. All of the signals here had been blocked, and even the astronomy meeting's channel had been disrupted. However, if he used Origin Substances to communicate, the chances of being discovered were too high.
He had long since been silenced.
He couldn't even play with his phone.
He could only watch a few geishas twist and turn as they played, which made him want to yawn.
He wanted the servants here to find him a manga to read, but the servants all said that they didn't know where it was. What a joke. Later, when the higher-ups speak and you read the manga, you'll be amused.
Once the higher-ups see it, they'll remember it in their hearts, but what if they investigate who gave this idiot the manga? Would they still want their little thumbs?
Huai Shi quickly gave up.
After all, he read manga for fun.
But fun was just fun. If he really wanted to have fun, he had to have more fun … …
As the saying went, if the fun didn't come, the fun would come again.
If you don't want to play with me, then I'll play by myself.
Huai Shi raised his hand and called the servants over. He pointed at the geishas and zither players twisting and turning and said, "Call one of them over. I want to pick a song."
When the geishas came over respectfully, he rubbed his chin and looked at the white powder that was falling from her face. He suddenly asked, "Do you know how to play 'Gokuraku Jodo'?"
"…" The geishas was stunned and shook her head.
"Forget it. I don't think you know how to play those vulgar ones. Let's play an elegant one." Huai Shi patted the table and said, "Let's play 'Swan Lake'!"
"…" The geishas was stunned and showed an awkward and polite smile.
She began to curse in her mind. What the hell was wrong with her? She looked good, but what was wrong with her brain?
Not to mention that she didn't know how to dance, even if she did, she had to be able to dance in this dress.
"Guest, guest, do you have anything else you want to see?"
She reluctantly squeezed out a smile and looked behind her awkwardly. She meant that it was fine if he didn't know how to appreciate it, but he didn't want to stop her from making money.
Huai Shi also wanted to see a two-person rotation, but after thinking for a while, he realized that there was only one geishas. She couldn't even sing a little widow visiting a grave.
He suddenly lost interest and sighed, waved his hand and said, "You can go."
The geishas felt as if she had been granted amnesty. She got up in a hurry and was ready to run away, but the musician behind her was stopped. "Hey, the dancer is leaving. Why are you leaving …"
Huai Shi reached out and pointed at the shamisen in the musician's hand. "Lend me that thing."
The musician instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he was stared at by that pair of eyes, he stiffened and his fingers couldn't help but tremble. But when the man grinned, he felt a burst of intimacy and affection from the bottom of his heart.
He remembered what his mother said to his uncle when he was young. "The child is still young and doesn't know anything. Just let him play with it …"
Every time he said that, his uncle's face would show a "generous and generous" smile, which he would remember for the rest of his life.
When he recovered from his memories, the shamisen in his hand had already been pulled out by Huai Shi.
Huai Shi held it in his hand as if he was holding a pipa. After casually plucking it twice, he felt that something was wrong, so he reached out and pulled out the remaining plectrum in the musician's hand.
"Aiyo, this little thing is similar to a guitar."
Holding the shamisen in his arms, Huai Shi tried a few notes. There were various plucking skills in the cello, so it wasn't difficult to get started.
Cello playing was of such a high level, so how could there be any barriers? Besides, who only knew how to play one instrument? When he was a child, he practiced four-hand duet with Ai Qing. Thinking about it, he really missed it.
Recalling the past, Huai Shi's mouth evoked a nostalgic smile.
He lowered his head and plucked the shamisen.
The low sound, like the cold sound of ice breaking, spread in all directions, making the noise in the venue stagnate. Immediately, the dexterous notes jumped in everyone's ears.
With incomparable joy and jubilation.
Mi, hum, la — mi, hum, hum …
It was so familiar, as if the prelude was engraved in the DNA, flowing briskly. Huai Shi raised his eyebrows and shook his head in this nostalgic melody.
“Hey，youngmen！”
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