New Year's greetings are the most important activity after the Spring Festival, and there are more people on the street than in the Chinese New Year's Eve, most of whom are dragging their families and carrying various gifts to visit relatives and friends.

This is a Chinese tradition, and the Yan family is no exception - of course, there are countless people like the Yan family who come to visit the New Year every year.

Since eight o'clock in the morning, the guests in the Yan family's courtyard have not stopped, and a group will come soon, even Ning Zhandong's family has come, and Yan Murong has been pulled by Old Man Yan to greet the guests.

In the morning, Yan Murong's mouth was almost never closed, and he kept smiling and greeting the people who came to pay New Year's greetings, only to feel that the muscles on his face were about to cramp. However, he also understands that the old man's approach is nothing more than to build more contacts for him.

Fortunately, he was glad that there was such a thing as an unlucky New Year's greeting in the afternoon, otherwise, I am afraid that he would have laughed like this all day.

After lunch, Old Man Yan went directly back to the room to rest, while Guo Wanjun, Yan Minghua, and Yan Cangyuan's family gathered a table of mahjong and began to build the Great Wall in the living room.

"Come upstairs with me."

Yan Murong was chatting with Yan Tong, and Yan Canghai walked over, and after dropping a sentence with an expressionless face, he turned around and walked upstairs.

"Brother, isn't Uncle going to criticize you again?" Yan Tong looked at Yan Murong with a wicked smile on his face and said. "You're really weird, you don't get tired of being in the bed with your sister-in-law early in the morning, and you actually run out to build a snowman - even if you build a snowman, let grandpa build it with you."

"My dad heaped it too." Yan Murong smiled bitterly and told Yan Tong what happened in the morning again.

"Then it's no wonder." Yan Tong suddenly realized, looked at Yan Murong with a solemn face, and said. "Brother, you can ask for more blessings."

"Okay, you better go and coax your wife and children, I'll go up."

After speaking, Yan Murong stood up and walked straight upstairs.

When he entered the old man's study, Yan Canghai was already sitting on a chair next to him, holding a cigarette in his hand and spitting out clouds.

"Dad." Yan Murong looked at Yan Canghai's expression and shouted cautiously. As long as he finds that the expression on his father's face is wrong, he will definitely turn around and run away immediately - unless Comrade Old Swallow chases him in his Audi, it will be difficult to catch him.

"Sit down." Yan Canghai did not go as mad as Yan Murong imagined, but pointed to the chair next to him and motioned for him to sit down and speak.

"Dad, did you call me here?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"Why, I can't call you to talk for a while?" Yan Canghai looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face that was rarely seen.

"I don't think it's that simple." Yan Murong looked at Yan Canghai with a vigilant expression and said.

"You kid, you can't give you a good face, can you?" Hearing Yan Murong's words, Yan Canghai's face that had just shown a little smile suddenly became stiff again, and he blew his beard and stared at Yan Murong.

"Well, that's right." Yan Murong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile. "Dad, it's normal for you to do this - I don't think you'd better stop laughing in the future, it's scary to laugh."

"Stinky boy." Yan Canghai couldn't laugh or cry at Yan Murong's words, and could only shake his head helplessly.

He is the boss of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, but he is not one of those small people who rely on selling smiling faces and sycophants to get promoted, and his work and status do not allow him to talk to others with a smile all day long. So, for a long time, there were fewer and fewer smiles on the face. Occasionally laughing, it made Yan Murong feel frightened.

Yan Murong Tian is not afraid of the ground, he dares to use his head when the sky falls, but he is afraid that his father will be angry.

That's his own father, he is a big filial son, he can't beat, scold, scold his father, what's going on. Therefore, when Comrade Lao Yanzi was angry, he could only choose to slip away.

"Something happened yesterday?" Yan Canghai restrained his smile, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"You got it?"

"Got it." Yan Canghai nodded. Although he wants to be the majesty of the secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection on the surface, he is still a father after all, and he will naturally pay attention to his son's affairs, but it is not so obvious.

"Well, something happened." Since Yan Canghai knew, Yan Murong didn't hide it and said. "Some time ago, I went to a drinking party with my sister-in-law, and I had a little friction with a fat pig-like woman."

"Do you need me to help you?" Yan Canghai asked in a deep voice.

"Can you help me?" Yan Murong looked surprised. "How can you help me? Abuse of power for personal gain? -- People are not officials, who is afraid of you? ”

"Abuse of power for personal gain?" Yan Canghai sneered. "It's almost the same as killing chickens and monkeys."

"Killing chickens and making an example of monkeys?" Yan Murong was even more strange and asked. "Dad, I know who this monkey is, and which one is the chicken?"

"Which one do you say?" Yan Canghai pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and asked rhetorically.

"You mean that Director Wang?" Yan Murong thought for a moment before saying. "Still don't need to, he can't afford to make any noise."

"Not really?"

"No, you don't." Yan Murong shook his head decisively. "I told Qingwu before that I would go to the Northeast in a while."

"It's fine." Yan Canghai pondered for a while before speaking. "Remember, be careful. The Zhu family is deeply rooted in the Northeast, and it's okay to make trouble in Yanjing, but when you get to someone else's territory, you have to be careful everywhere. ”

"Dad, don't worry, I care more about my life than anyone else." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Besides, I just went to get this field back, and I didn't say that I would get rid of the Zhu family once - she was making trouble for me, if I didn't get it back, it wasn't my character."

"Hmm." Yan Canghai nodded. "Remember, Yan family, not everyone can bully."

The father and son talked in the study, and Yan Canghai was ready to get up and go to work. Others can rest, but sitting in the position of Yan Canghai, even if they can rest, it will not take up too much time, even if it is the New Year.

Coming out of the study, Yan Murong was thinking about whether to go to Su Qingwu to take advantage of the free time to play a friendly match, but Yan Tong ran up, grabbed Yan Murong and dragged him downstairs.

"Hey, why are you pulling me along?" Yan Murong asked as he broke free.

"Someone's coming." Yan Tong said without looking back.

"Who's coming? Coming to pay a New Year's greeting to grandpa? Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"I'm looking for you." Yan Tong said. "Zheng Yan and Zheng Wuming of the Zheng family are here, and they are sitting downstairs."

Zheng Wuming is here?

Hearing Yan Tong's words, Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then, the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc - it seemed that Long Caiyi's Gu poison had an effect.