Three days later.

Dawn.

The sun rises in the east, revealing a bright smile, shy as a newly married girl.

Nirvana.

In the manor.

The 360 servants, young and old, were all dressed in gorgeous costumes, the men looked like people in the rivers and lakes, and the women looked like nobles, and they couldn't tell that they were servants at all.

The men stand on the left, the women stand on the right, all with their heads held high, full of energy, such a huge team, the aura is called a foot.

Behind the servants was a makeshift ring, and on the opposite side were steps, no more, no less, just nine floors.

At the top of the stairs sat two men and seven women, who were the owners of Fugui Villa, and coincidentally, they were exactly making nine.

The man is rich and his father has a lot of money, and the woman is his seven unrelated mothers.

A family of nine dressed in purple ink costumes, atmospheric and decent, and the smiles of the seven noble ladies were as charming as the rising sun.

The smile on Qian Duo's face was brighter than that of Qi Niang, his bright eyes were bright, and he was holding a fan in his right hand and dangling it on his chest, posing in a broad posture, pretending to be very coercive.

However, Qian Wanqian, who is rich and rivals the country, is restless, with a bitter face, either shrugging his shoulders or tickling, and he doesn't look like a tycoon at all, but like a teasemaker who comes to make trouble, and he is not calmer than a servant.

Qian Duo turned his head to look at his uncomfortable father, smiled bitterly, and then moved his gaze to the servant at the bottom of the steps.

Buddha relies on gold, people rely on clothing, and everything depends on clothing!

Looking at the servants who had changed their faces, Qian Duo shouted and said with a smile: "Each of them has their duties, each of them is in place, and the door is open to welcome guests." ”

Hearing this, the servants dispersed in an orderly manner and returned to their posts, leaving behind the old housekeeper Wang Zhong and the personal servants of the seven noble ladies.

"Uncle Zhong, bring the young ladies up."

Qian Duo kept calling him Zhongbo, which shows how much respect he has for Wang Zhong.

In fact, in Fugui Villa, it is not his Lao Tzu who loves a lot of money, but Wang Zhong, who brought him up since childhood.

Qian Wanqian gave his son father's love, and Wang Zhong gave more money far more than father's love, and few people can understand that kind of emotion.

Of course, Wang Zhong is not so good to his son, whenever he sees a lot of money, he will think of his son Xiaojie who is practicing martial arts outside.

The maidservants walked up the stairs with their heads held high, smiling, and in a very good mood.

After all, wearing gorgeous clothes for the first time is inevitably exciting.

Wang Zhong, who is in his prime, is far less flexible than the maids.

Even so, it is not difficult to climb the steps at all, and it is rare for a seventy-year-old man to have such a physique.

In front of the gate, the scene of crowds of people was lively, and the applicants and the audience were blocked outside the door and stopped.

It's not that the master did it on purpose, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

Today is the sixth day of the second lunar month, which is an auspicious day for ordinary people; It was a hard time for the candidates who came to compete.

Originally, only two martial arts masters were recruited, but there were too many people who came to sign up, so they had to take the form of a ring.

In the crowd, there are two girls who are particularly eye-catching.

The cold heart and the enthusiastic and unrestrained water spirit are completely two extremes, that is, to have height and face, it is the beautiful years of burning youth.

There was a loud click, and the two doors slowly opened.

In the next second, three men with full aura appeared in the door, holding swords, guns and swords in their hands, from left to right, Lin Sen, Shi Lei, and Mu Ran.

These are the three major leaders of the one hundred and eight generals, Lin Sen is the hundred households of the Jinyi Guard, Shi Lei is the five-grade sword guard of the Royal Forest Army, and Mu Ran is the general.

The three of them have prominent official positions in the court, and their duty is to protect the safety of the palace and fight on the battlefield, but they are arranged to lead troops to Fugui Villa as a nurse to protect the safety of the richest family.

It can be seen from this that the identity of Qian Wanqian is very important.

Lin Sen smiled slightly, and hugged his fists at everyone: "I'm really sorry for making you wait for a long time." ”

"Please." Shi Lei and Mu Ran spoke at the same time, and gestured politely.

After speaking, the crowd was in an uproar and rushed to the open door.

In the manor, Wang Zhong finally climbed the nine steps, which was really embarrassing for him.

"Uncle Zhong, please take a seat." Qian Duo pointed to the empty space beside him and said.

Fugui Villa, there will always be Wang Zhong's seat, not because he is a veteran of the two dynasties, but because he is loyal enough to get thousands of rewards from the money that picks the door, and the ancestral tomb is smoking.

Wang Zhong nodded, sat down with a smile, and the smile on his face was always so kind, giving people a kind of affinity.

However, Qian Qianqian is the opposite, giving people the feeling of wanting to stay away from him.

I have always had a lot of money, and I only have to order four sets of clothes a year, all of which are customized according to the four seasons, and I am reluctant to throw away the old clothes when I have new clothes, which is really a good habit.

Every time he changes his clothes, Qian Wanqian will feel uncomfortable, and the ghost knows what this door-slamming ghost thinks.

"Dad, you're restless, what do you mean?" Look at the time when my father tosses a stick of incense, and Qian Duo is so naughty that he makes fun of it.

"The new clothes are not comfortable to wear, but the old clothes are comfortable to wear." Qian Wanqian said while tickling.

It can be seen that Qian Wanqian, who picks the door, is still a nostalgic person, which can be proved from the tears that will not lay eggs.

If it were another rich man, his wife would not be able to give birth, and he would be afraid that he would take an early break, and he would never waste food.

Qian Wanqian's words made his relatives and servants secretly laugh, laughing at him for not eating the ancients, laughing at him for asking for hardships, and laughing at him for not knowing how to enjoy......

Father's thrift, Qian Duo is sighing except shaking his head, I really can't figure out why he is like this?

Other people's thrift is forced by the environment, and it is really incomprehensible that the money is so rich and thrifty!

"Dad, the guests have arrived, show your momentum, don't drop the chain!" Looking at the men and women who were swarming in, Qian Duo was busy reminding.

"Boy, isn't it just pretending, Lao Tzu will be six years old." Qian Wanqian sat up straight, raised his head and chest, and greeted the guests with a smile.

There are thousands of money in the shopping mall for a long time, and I have never seen any wind and waves, let alone facing thousands of people in front of me, even if I am facing thousands of troops, I will deal with it calmly.

"Niu Niu Niu!" Seeing his father put on a kingly demeanor, Qian Duo gently slapped his face and praised.

At this time, the applicants and the theater seekers entered the courtyard one after another, and after looking around, they were full of praise for the luxurious palace, and praised how the rich villa was magnificent, comparable to the palace?

With the character of slamming the door with thousands of dollars, it is impossible to smash a lot of gold to build a manor.

The reason why Fugui Villa is luxurious is due to the credit of the previous owner, that is, the grandfather who has a lot of money, which was built by the old man who smashed a small gold mountain.

Qian Wanqian slowly stood up, held his head high, smiled and clasped his fists at the people under the steps: "Welcome to Fugui Villa, the hospitality is not good, please Haihan." ”

In this kind of scene, Qian Wanqian doesn't need to memorize lines like a play, he has been in the mall for a long time, he can say a thousand words with his mouth open, and he doesn't have a stuck.

is so decent in words and deeds, and when he is playing Laipi, he is worthy of being a business tycoon, and he pretends to be invincible.

"It turns out that Dad is a master of pretending to be a master, and he is convinced!"

With a smile on his face, Qian Duo praised his father in a soft voice, and then stood up.

Condescendingly, his gaze met the cold heart under the steps.

Looking at each other, Qian Duo was so frightened that he sat back in his chair.