Everyone stopped talking and searched there to reminisce, but found that they had never seen this young man at all, nor was he a well-known son or young master in Songnan City.

This made them unable to figure out what the origin of this young man in his eyes was.

"Those people came uninvited, and my old friends didn't want to see them, but it wasn't good to drive them away, so I arranged them here so that neither side would be embarrassed. ”

Halfway up the stairs, perhaps the people in the hall below could no longer hear the conversation, Zeng Jian explained to Wang Peng why the people below appeared here.

"I see!"

Wang Peng nodded his head, signaling that he understood what Zeng Jian meant.

As Zeng Jian went up to the second floor, the second floor was unusually quiet, and no people could be seen moving around, and no sound could be heard.

The two stood in front of a door guarded by two people in Chinese clothes, Zeng Jian pushed open the door and said to Wang Peng with a smile: "Xiao Wang, let's go in!"

Walking inside, the first thing that entered Wang Peng's eyes was that on the wall facing the door, there was a framed calligraphy, on which were written four big characters "thousands of miles of rivers and mountains", the words were written with dragons and phoenixes, which looked majestic and vigorous.

From the words and people, it can be seen that the owner of the word has a very broad vision and a thousand ravines in his heart.

Looking at the decoration materials and furniture layout of the whole room, it is also very elegant.

On the solid wood floor, there is a handmade cashmere imported carpet, and a complete set of furniture made of red sandalwood imported from Nepal, which is made into the rough and comfortable style of Northern Europe.

The wall is snow-white, the European-style chandelier in the middle of the ceiling is elegant and generous, surrounded by exquisite spotlights, the lights are on, and the luxury has a sudden freshness of nature.

Not far from the position near the wall, there is a desk, all ink-colored, the table is very large, on which is placed a golden carving of a lion, the image of the golden lion is lifelike, very majestic.

Near the desk, there is a large floor-to-ceiling window, Wang Peng estimates, you can take in the scenery of the lake in front of the building.

The overall collocation gives people a comfortable feeling of being integrated and in one go.

The room has a faint fragrance, which is refreshing and does not make people feel a trace of coldness.

Stepping into this room, Wang Peng felt that it was like being in a picture scroll, he only felt that everything in the room was beautiful, and a small detail was unique, reflecting the ingenuity of the owner's mind.

The whole room was very large, Wang Peng visually measured that it was more than 100 square meters, and there were already several people sitting on the sofa half-surrounded inside.

On the coffee table in the middle of the sofa, the authentic Ru porcelain tea set highlights the cultural taste of the owner.

When Wang Peng came in, there were people in the room arguing about something, but with the arrival of him and Zeng Jian, everyone closed their mouths and looked over.

Wang Peng also looked at everyone.

Sitting on the main seat was a man of medium to upper stature, dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, who looked to be about fifty years old.

The man's eyebrows were thick, the eyebrows were raised, the nose was slightly fat, and he was smiling slightly, looking kind and harmless, but Wang Peng did not see any emotional ups and downs in his eyes.

However, invisibly, it exudes an irresistible aura.

Sitting opposite this man was a short and fat, dark-skinned old man, wearing glasses, and when he looked at Wang Peng, he looked happy and smiled, which was quite infectious.

But the one next to the old man was completely different, although he looked white and clean, but now he had a dark face of surprise.

A pair of sword eyes spewed hatred and anger, staring at Wang Peng firmly, as if they wanted to use the legendary eye sword to string Wang Peng up and down into countless holes.

Seeing each other, Wang Peng smiled, revealing half a row of white teeth.

Well, Ma Ma said that you have to be polite to people, you have to laugh when you see people, and you have to show your standard eight teeth, Wang Peng feels that he has basically done it at this time.

The young man who was none other than him, who had not been seen for a long time, and had "gifted" him a brand new plane at noon, had not had time to thank him before he was pressed for time!

On the side of the sofa, there is only one person at the moment, and he is also an acquaintance, Zeng Jian's attending doctor, a well-known nephrologist, and Professor Hu, who enjoys the highest allowance.

Although his face was slightly red, his face was not too good-looking, but it was rare, he showed a friendly smile to Wang Peng, and nodded his head lightly, signaling to Wang Peng.

Seeing that there was no surprise on his face, he should have known the news from Zeng Jianna that Wang Peng would come over this time.

Sitting across from him were two men.

A grade is quite old, and it looks like he should be nearly seventy or so, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but at this time, there is a look on his face after being angry, and when he looks at Wang Peng, he is very cold and does not have too many expressions.

The other one, who looked the same age as Zeng Jian, had half-white hair, a hooked nose, and deep eye sockets, and was smiling but not smiling, and was also looking at Wang Peng.

There were two other young men in the room, but they were both twenty-six or seventeen.

One was wearing a handsome and straight suit, standing behind the man sitting in the main seat, looking at Wang Peng's gaze, but it was extremely sharp.

The other is that he is dressed as a motorcycle man, sitting casually on the armrest of the sofa, and the only person who makes a sound at the moment is him, who is lowering his head, concentrating on knocking melon seeds, and does not look at Wang Peng at all.

Walking in front of everyone, Zeng Jian smiled gently and said to Wang Peng: "Xiao Wang, let me introduce you." ”

With a respectful meaning in his right hand, he led to the person on the throne, Zeng Jian said: "This is my old friend, big brother, you have to shout Uncle Zhao." ”

"Uncle Zhao, hehe, this is not good, I'm afraid he doesn't have that qualification yet, it's better to call Mr. Zhao, it's already very cheap for him!"

Regardless of the sitting appearance, he sat directly on the armrest of the sofa, and the young man on the motorcycle with melon seeds interrupted Zeng Jian's words casually.

Listening to his words, it seems that Wang Peng called Mr. Zhao Lao, which is a great honor for Wang Peng.

"Haha, we're mainly here to visit Uncle Zhao!" Zeng Jian turned a deaf ear and continued.

"Hmph~"

The young man on the locomotive snorted coldly, stopped making a sound, and continued to bury his head in the bitter melon seeds.

Towards the person on the throne, Wang Peng smiled, bowed slightly, and after the etiquette was done, he greeted politely: "Hello Mr. Zhao, I didn't prepare any gifts when we met for the first time, I'm really embarrassed!"

Wang Peng did not follow Zeng Jian's meaning and called the other party "Uncle Zhao".

As soon as he spoke, everyone present, except for the old Mr. Zhao, all changed their faces, but they returned to their original state in an instant.

(End of chapter)