Chu Xiaotian's incident was just an episode, and it didn't affect anyone's mood, and Yan Minghua's Land Rover was not ordinarily strong, except for the paint that fell off after such a collision, there was no damage at all.

"Why did you give him a business card?" Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Don't you think he's funny?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically. "It's rare to meet someone like that guy - what's that talking about? Men, soft when they should be soft, hard when they should be hard, such people can do great things. ”

"Poof." Yan Minghua couldn't help laughing. "Little swallow, I also know a saying, it's terrible to be uneducated."

"That's what I'll say." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said. "But don't you think such a man should give him a chance? Yes, at our level—"

"Wait." Yan Minghua interrupted Yan Murong mercilessly and said blowingly. "It's our level, not you."

"Why do you have to be so clear?" Yan Murong muttered. "Okay, don't count me. Let's just talk about you. At the level of yours, who are worth hundreds of millions, you don't look at those tens of millions and hundreds of millions of dollars - many friends and multiple roads, you eat meat, bones to feed dogs, and you have to leave soup for others to drink, right? You don't like this bit of leftover soup or something, but for others, it's the same as ginseng eye socket abalone. ”

"What do you want to say?" Yan Minghua tilted his head and asked.

"It's terrible to be uneducated." Yan Murong finally took the opportunity to return this sentence. "The old man taught me to run if I can't fight, but he didn't teach me to beg for mercy if I can't run-you also saw how that kid did just now, such a person, if you don't control him earlier, then when he is strong and bites you in turn, it will be too late for you to know that it hurts-Zheng Wuming won't do this, that's because he's too confident, if he will be like that guy, it is estimated that I will lose."

Yan Murong's words made everyone in the car fall into deep thought.

Indeed, just like Yan Murong said, only by bending and stretching can you achieve great things, in ancient times, there was already a story like "Yue Wang Goujian" to illustrate all this, but Huaxia has always been a contradictory country, clearly saying that "the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road", but they make a contradiction like "take a step back and open the sky", which is really incomprehensible. Besides, in these years, who is willing to use the trick of lying on the salary to try the guts? In this era, it is not easy to use the courage of lying on the salary, and it is the last word to strike first. However, if you don't cripple someone with this kind of mind, it will definitely be a big trouble in the future.

Therefore, Yan Murong decided to deal with Chu Xiaotian - instead of taking him down, it would be much more cost-effective to take him into his own hands. You know, every hunter can't have only one hound in his hands.

"This society is terrible." Yan Minghua sighed with an embarrassed face and said to Su Qingwu beside him. "Look at your husband, how industrious and simple a good boy he will be when he just came back, look at it now, it's only been nearly two years, and the big dye vat of society has dyed him pitch black, and he can't be washed clean-tell me, are these taught by you, the pillow person?"

"I don't have it." Su smiled lightly. "I can't even imagine such a thick black thing, he is self-taught."

"Have you two lost enough?" Yan Murong turned his head depressedly. "I call it a long-term view, why did it become thick black?"

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's black or not." Yan Minghua said. "Do you think I'm dark enough?"

"You?" Yan Murong stared at Yan Minghua seriously for a while and said. "It's not black, it's white."

"Fuck off, who asked if your face was black?" Yan Minghua slapped him on the shoulder.

"So what are you talking about? Heart? Yan Murong said with a smile. I know, I said that your heart is not black, you must say that I am not telling the truth, I say that you are black, you will definitely be beaten, so I am still silent. ”

"Hey, it seems that our little swallow has really learned badly." Yan Minghua looked at Su Qingwu, sighed and said-

There is basically nothing new in a place like a temple fair, except for the large number of people, and the tradition that has been continued for decades has changed too much. It's not like in the past, every family is looking forward to going to the temple fair to buy food and watch big dramas during the New Year. In these days, you have to pay for the big drama at the temple fair, and you have to pay a lot of money to buy food, and you have to be careful that there is an extra hand reaching out to your wallet in the crowd at all times.

A few people took a turn in the crowd, bought two strings of sugar gourds and some snacks and returned to the car, to Yan Tong's excitement, he really bought a candy man.

As night fell, the red lanterns in the courtyard were also lit up, and the small courtyard of the Yan family was even brighter as day, all the lights in the house were turned on, the coffee table in the living room was moved to the side, and the table in the dining room was also moved to the TV.

"Murong, your hair should be dyed." Yan Cangyuan said while wrapping dumplings while looking at Yan Murong. "Let's just say that it's not mainstream now, but it's a bit too arrogant."

"Arrogant?" Yan Murong was stunned for a long time. "Second uncle, I'm not dyed. Besides, where does this arrogance come from? ”

"It's not that you're arrogant." Yan Cangyuan said with a smile. "You're the hair. I read a sentence on the Internet - there is no age of an uncle, but I want to get an uncle's hairstyle. You're like this, even if others know that you're not dyed, but you still feel a little, well, weird. ”

"I see." Yan Murong thought about it and understood the meaning of Yan Cangyuan's words. is nothing more than a reminder to him, as a young man, no matter how good he does, he must first put his own generation in the right position. If it were an ordinary person, maybe this black and white hair would not be nothing, but in this family, they must care about some things that others don't care about.

"Alright, don't be serious." Seeing Yan Murong's appearance, Yan Cangyuan said. "That's what I said, it's not a big deal, come, make dumplings, wait until twelve o'clock, you and your brother go to the garage to bring out all the fireworks."

"Done." Yan Murong smiled and continued the work in hand. With so many years of experience in serving the old man, Yan Murong is not only good at medical skills and kung fu, but also has a small achievement in cooking, and of course the job of making dumplings is not a problem. Especially when the family made dumplings together to watch the Spring Festival Gala, this was the scene that Yan Murong was most looking forward to in addition to receiving thanks for treating diseases and saving people.