The matter between the aunts and wives was finally resolved peacefully by the housekeeper, but Bai Shixuan was lying on the bed exhausted, and his ears were exceptionally clean and pleasant.

However, the aunts are easy to talk to, but Mrs. Bai, who is used to being the head of the family, refuses to give up, this trouble, to the court, on the newspaper, his position in charge of the family is already unstable to outsiders, and it has become an after-dinner conversation for the people of Tianqiao.

There are even literati who write limericks and vernacular novels for him to satirize, and several antique dealers who know history even compare him with the youngest son of Qin Shi Huang.

Qin II was originally a Fusu, but he was robbed by his youngest son Hu Hai, messing up the principles of heaven, Qin but II finally changed the dynasty, and all the troubles belonged to the incompetence of the younger son Hu Hai.

They felt that Bai Shixuan was nothing more than this now, and their family's business would eventually not be passed on to the next generation, and it would eventually be destroyed in his hands.

Facing the pressure from the top, Bai Shixuan was even more busy with the affairs at hand, and on the other hand, he had to take care of the power in Tianjin, in his opinion, Qin II could be the emperor, of course, he had his wisdom.

However, what he wants to be is not this Hu Hai, but Cao Cao, who 'coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes', 'I would rather let me bear the people of the world than the people of the world bear me'.

Zhao Zhenyao told him that if he wanted to get rid of those leaders in Tianjin, this evergreen class was a shortcut, but this way became a quagmire full of thorns in his hands, and what he did to Shen Yeling was enough to make the evergreen troupe advocate a few bad words, so that he lost a few votes to be the chairman.

He rubbed his brows, feeling that all the energy he had been squeezed out of these trivial things in the past few days, usually at this time, his follower Afu would always enthusiastically bring a cup of hot tea, but the hot tea on the table had already turned into herbal tea, but there was no trace of Afu.

Finally, a little guy came in, and neatly brought Bai Shixuan a cup of tea, the temperature was just right, Bai Shixuan took a sip with satisfaction, and his fatigue was relieved a lot, and then he asked the little guy: "What's your name?"

The little maid stood beside him obediently and skillfully, and the master did what he needed, and replied if he had any problems, so he bowed down and said: "If you go back to the second master, my mother will give me the name Youfu, and my father's surname is Wang."

This strange answer made Bai Shixuan couldn't help laughing, he took a sip of tea and muttered: "Blessed, Wang Blessed, it's better to call you Ah Fu, kind."

He put the teacup on the table, crossed Erlang's legs and looked at the person: "You will follow me in the future."

Wang Youfu reluctantly said 'yes', and then took the teacup that Bai Shixuan had drunk, and retreated respectfully, muttering in his heart.

If you want to say that it's really good to follow the second master now, it's just that the second master calls him Ah Fu, and he always feels like he is calling Ah Fu who was lit with a sky lantern, and he feels creepy when he thinks about it.

Bai Shixuan went out with Youfu and asked him to do some of the things that Ah Fu had served him, but he couldn't find the original feeling, he only felt that after Ah Fu, a little beggar was picked up by him, he took care of him considerately, and told him something, he can do what you want to do next, you tell him one thing, he can do ten things for you.

He sighed secretly, thinking that Ah Fu would not come back Or should this one come later.

In this way, Bai Shixuan came to the banquet held by the Tianjin business community with Youfu, and this banquet was full of celebrities, in addition to business bigwigs, warlords, overseas Chinese, Japanese, and French people all gathered here.

Of course, when he glanced at the banquet in a hurry, he could see Shen Yeling who came with a special identity, he and Shen Yeling hadn't seen each other for a month, but every once in a while, he could always find that there were some different changes around him, and he couldn't say what the specific changes were, after all, time is changing, and people are also changing.

He is the same now, in the past six years, he has changed from an abandoned son who was bullied by others to the current person in charge of the Bai family's rice shop, not to mention how good this hereditary taste is.

He flicked the cigar ash and took a look at Zhao Zhenyao on the dance floor, who introduced him to many bigwigs, most of whom had no inclination for voting in this presidential election, and gathered them all in a private room on the second floor to have a good conversation.

They don't participate in elections and turn their votes into neutrality, which will attract a steady stream of people to curry favor with them, plus business cooperation.

These people are all treacherous and cunning foxes, Bai Shixuan stood among them, as if he had fallen into a fox hole, he, a mouse, could not protect himself, so he could only turn to Zhao Zhenyao next to him for help.

But at the same time, Zhao Zhenyao also has his own affairs at hand, and he has to be busy serving the handsome man who is waiting for him to stabilize his undefeated position in his heart.

"I don't know if Second Master Bai is over thirty this year," an old man asked.

Bai Shixuan turned around and replied respectfully from his past: "Oh, I just had my birthday at the beginning of the year, and I just turned thirty."

The old man shook his head and smiled at the few next to him: "No, it looks like a full twenty."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Bai Shixuan also laughed a few times, facing this group of old foxes, the cold sweat on his back had already penetrated his clothes.

"I don't know, is Second Master Bai married, but does he have a favorite object"? One after another, an old man sent another question.

Bai Shixuan shook his head and replied hesitantly: "No."

There was a sigh from everyone, and the old man said again: "You have a troupe from Beiping, called the Evergreen Class, and there is a pillar in it that sings Hua Dan, called Shen Yeling, ouch, not to mention how handsome it is, after removing makeup, my second daughter has to marry him when she sees it."

"In these years, it is also a blessing to be able to marry a good-looking father-in-law, if you want people to be ugly, no matter how capable the girl is, she will also help the little white face in the future, I see that your daughter's appearance is also marked, and Shen Yeling's appearance is also right, so in the end, Shen Yeling likes your daughter"? The one next to it is interrupted on the side.

The old man shook his head, stroked his beard, and said helplessly: "No, he said that he had a sick wife at home, and he refused to marry anything.

Bai Shixuan sighed helplessly, now this group of people was talking to him, and immediately chatted with themselves, asked again, and chatted with themselves, but in the end, they didn't even mention anything like a chamber of commerce election.

Bai Shixuan's admiration for this time can be said to be a failure.

Nine times out of ten, what they talked about was Shen Yeling and Zhang Changxin, but it is conceivable that he, the person in charge of the Bai family's rice shop, wants money and wealth, and status, how can he be played around by these old foxes.

It must have been Zhang Changxin and Shen Yeling who said something to them behind their backs.

He leaned on the handle of the stairs on the second floor, put one hand in his pocket, and looked down the first floor, but he still didn't need to look for it to accurately notice Shen Yeling.

However, Shen Yeling was also talking now, and there was a Japanese in military uniform standing next to him, and the two were chatting happily. After talking, Shen Yeling unconsciously raised his eyes and looked up, just as he collided with Bai Shixuan.

Shen Yeling glanced at Bai Shixuan a few times, and then continued to chat with the person named Qingshan next to him.

Through looking at each other for just one minute, Bai Shixuan could see from his eyes that he was open-minded not to do anything wrong. He prejudiced believed that what he was playing by those business bigwigs had nothing to do with Shen Yeling.

Since it has nothing to do with it, Zhang Changxin will be blamed for all his affairs.

The corners of his eyes flickered, and he chose the next prey to fall into his trap, 'I'd rather let me bear the world's people, not the world's people', although he doesn't have the ambition of Cao Agui, but when it comes to not rubbing sand in his eyes, he does things more ruthlessly than anyone else.

Qingshan is a young man who has just joined the military system, he grew up in China since he was a child, and what he likes is Chinese Peking Opera, he sang a little in front of Shen Yeling, but was quite appreciated by Shen Yeling.

Shen Yeling is very strict about the play, he won't tell others in a roundabout way whether others sing well or not, he can tell a rough idea of whether it is good or bad, but he really appreciates this Qingshan who understands drama.

"Ye Lingjun, come to our military commander to sing, the treatment will not be worse than these people you serve", Aoki took the wine glass and leaned in the direction of Shen Yeling.

Shen Yeling continued to maintain his usual smiling face, now that Japan is establishing Manchukuo, the streets and alleys are close to the Japanese, and if they are not careful, they will be accused of being their lackeys.

The evergreen class has just risen, if it is because of this will tarnish the reputation, it will not be good, Shen Yeling pushed Qingshan's hand back with the wine glass: "I'm sorry, I can teach you whatever drama you want to learn, but it's impossible for us to sing for you."

"Why", Qingshan said sharply, arousing the attention of the people around him for a few seconds, especially when the surrounding guests returned to his sight, the Japanese officer standing in a military uniform stared at him intently, he seemed to be interested in the conversation between Qingshan and Shen Yeling, but it was not easy to come forward to listen, so he could only stand in the distance and observe their expressions.

Shen Yeling shook his head, lowered his eyes and stared at his shoes in a daze, and then said, "When we are no longer full of hostility towards us, we will sing."

After that incident, Qingshan's thoughts about learning drama from Shen Yeling did not decrease, on the contrary, there was an extra group of Japanese soldiers in their theater in Beiping to charter the venue to watch.

The focus is on their plays, and several times the people have waited for several days for Zhang Shen and the two to sing on the same stage, but they have been so occupied that they can't enter the scene.

In the face of their domineering battlefield, Zhang Changxin and Shen Yeling could only remain indifferent, and on the contrary, they went to other people's homes to hold meetings more often.

After singing like this a few more times, the fame of the evergreen class in Beiping will follow, and it will be about the end of the year, and at the beginning of the next year, it is basically a common thing to go to the church.

But this time, Zhang Changxin and the others were satisfied, but the Japanese side was not satisfied.