C124 anti-guest predominant

"I'm looking for Old Man Han, Han Sanli." His father was very polite, he probably didn't feel the need to make things difficult for such a Han Family servant.

He looked at my father, then at me, then he stood on tiptoe and looked behind him. Mother was in the back.

Perhaps it was because he saw me driving, but his expression softened a little. "Who are you?" he asked.

His father said, "Zheng Honggui."

The servant nodded and said, "Wait a moment, I'll pass on the message." After which, he closed the door.

The mother walked up the steps and stood at her father's right side. She said with some dissatisfaction, "You don't know how to be polite!" "I think the Han family members are all the same. What are they showing off for, relying on their two lousy money?"

"You, stop talking." Didn't I tell you last night that I have something to take care of? " When his father advised his mother, her mother curled her lips and said, "I know, I know more about the Little Bridge than you do."

I snickered, and my father glared at me, then smiled at my mother.

Not long later, the door opened again and the servant said, "Master invites you in. Follow me." He turned around and left.

At this moment, even I felt that the Han family members really didn't have any manners, and didn't even know how to treat others politely.

His father's face turned cold as he stepped over the high threshold.

The moment I entered the room, I felt that my father's aura had suddenly changed. It was filled with a sense of majesty.

This was the real father! I thought. Ever since I was young, I've been influenced a lot by my father. My mother often said that my temper follows my father's.

To have a son like me, how can my father be mediocre? I thought complacently in my heart and praised myself without the slightest bit of shame.

The Han Residence was very large. From the outside to the inside, they had to pass through three courtyards. Back and forth, however, there were many servants busily shuttling back and forth between them.

There were many people here, but it did not make this place bustling with noise and excitement. On the contrary, it was strangely quiet.

Can you imagine many people shuttling back and forth but keeping their heads down all the time and even walking in a soft manner, afraid of making any noise? If it weren't for the occasional curious glance from a servant, I would have thought that these people were blind.

The Han Residence seemed to be more like a ghost realm, with a dense, dark atmosphere.

Waiting in front of the last courtyard was a young man who looked a little younger than me. He watched as my father, me, and my mother walked over with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Zheng, Auntie, hello. My name is Han Feng, please come in." As Han Feng said this, he bowed and made a gesture of 'please' before leading the way.

However, during this entire process, he didn't even look at me, much less speak to me. Apparently, in his eyes, I was still 'not qualified'.

The host sat down and the servant handed him three cups of fragrant tea. Han Feng said, "Uncle Zheng, I'll have to trouble you to wait for a moment. Grandpa will be here shortly. This old man is already old, so it's not convenient for him to exercise. "

"It doesn't matter. After all, he's an elder, so it's only right to wait." His father responded flatly without any emotion in his tone. It was a complete face-off.

However, I could see that my father's expression was somewhat displeased. The guests had all come, and the master was still holding onto his arm, refusing to meet them. This was clearly putting on airs.

Furthermore, the meaning of his father's words was very clear. It was because Han Sanli was an elder that did not matter when he said it, and not because he was the Han family's patriarch.

Han Feng's expression remained the same when he heard his father's words. It was unknown if he was pretending to not understand after listening to his father's words, or if he simply didn't understand what his father meant. If it was the former, Han Feng could still be considered somewhat shrewd.

Without batting an eyelid, I picked up my teacup and looked around at the surrounding buildings. My mother put some unhappiness on her face, but she didn't say anything.

Han Feng accompanied his father and said a few words, but his father agreed to it a few times, and he tactfully stopped speaking any further.

After a while, white-haired old man with spots all over his face was helped in by a group of people. A group of men and women followed behind him, laughing and talking, as if they were trying to make the old man happy.

His father stood up to welcome him and said, "Uncle Sanli, long time no see. I've come to see you today. Do you still know me? "

As the group stood there, some of the women looked curiously at the man before their family's old man, who seemed neither humble nor haughty, while some of the men looked at their father with a complicated expression.

"The old man stopped walking as well. He stared at his father for a long time, as if he wanted to remember his father's appearance." How could I not know her? She didn't seem to have changed at all over the years. Come, don't stand, sit down. "

The old man had a bearing when he spoke.

However, my father didn't listen to the old man's words. He stood there without moving and waved at me. I walked over to the old man and politely said, "Greetings, Grandpa Han."

The old man looked at me and asked my father, "Who is this child?"

Father said: "Uncle San Li, this is my son, called Qi Qiao."

"Oh!" Qi Qiao, oh, okay! Even his son had grown up into a big guy. Time flew by very quickly. Sit down, everyone. "

The old man didn't say anything about me. He gestured for me to sit down, but my father didn't respond. He introduced his mother to the old man and said, "Uncle San Li, this is my wife, Luo Yun."

"Hello, Uncle San Li." His mother said hello to the old man, and the old man responded indifferently, unable to detect anything out of the ordinary. However, among the group of people behind him, there was a woman who coldly snorted. Her voice was filled with hatred.

His mother raised her head and looked at one of the women in the group. A very bright smile immediately appeared on her face as she enthusiastically said, "Isn't this Little Ping? Do you still know me, Little Ping? I'm your Sister Luo. "

The woman glanced at her mother but said nothing. The mother then said, "It's been so many years since we last met, but it seems like you really don't know him anymore. These years are really unforgiving. Little Ping seems to have aged quite a bit. "

Usually, my mother has always been a knowledgeable person. Even if she were to be a little mischievous, it is only in front of my father. However, the words that I said a moment ago allowed me to fully realize that I definitely cannot underestimate any woman.

His father did not stop his mother, as he turned a blind eye to the situation in front of him, and politely said to Han Sanli: "Uncle San Li, come and sit quickly, how can you stand like this." As he spoke, he opened up a path.

Father's soft and forceful way of doing things impressed me secretly that I really had a lot to learn. In just a few short sentences, he had taken the initiative of this conversation into his own hands. He had turned the tables on the guest and even acted so blandly. He was truly domineering to the extreme.

Logically speaking, guests should be the guests, and the host should follow the guest. However, the host had ignored the guest without regard for etiquette, so his father had naturally returned the favor.

The moment Han Sanli entered the room, although his father went forward to welcome him, he immediately blocked his path in front of Han Sanli, preventing him from continuing forward. Han Sanli then requested for everyone to sit down first, which was equivalent to asking his father to make way for him.

However, not only did father not accept, but instead introduced me to him in a serious manner, such an introduction made people unable to say anything. I'm introducing my son to you, you can't not agree, right? Therefore, due to some face, Han Sanli agreed once more, and requested to be seated.

With the same method, his father still did not agree. He introduced his mother again and once again ignored that question.

After waiting for the third time, Han Sanli still did not say anything, but father had already taken the initiative to request everyone to be our master, and he even treated himself as the master of this place. He had originally thought that he was shrewd enough to deal with things, but compared to his father, he was still lacking.

"Sit, Old Guan. Have the servants serve tea." Han Sanli's expression was still indifferent, and there were no traces of him being angry at all. However, the few men behind him looked at their father, their eyes seemingly on the verge of spitting fire.

Compared to his father, these people were far too lacking in cultivation experience. I quietly observed everyone's expression. Other than Han Sanli, there were three other people who had normal expressions, Han Feng was one of them, and the other two were people of the same generation as my father.

His father agreed with a smile, and once again sat down at the table. The servants quickly changed into new teas.

"Uncle San Li, it has been almost thirty years since we last met. At that time, you were only my age now. The passing of time will not spare us. "

His father took the initiative to speak to Han Sanli who was sitting in the main seat. He did not bother to pay attention to his peers, nor did he have any intention of introducing me to them.

This time, before the old man, Han Sanli, could speak, one of his sons took over from his father. He was one of the three who had a normal expression before, and said: "Brother Hong Gui, with these words of yours, it has been almost thirty years since we last met."

It was unknown whether it was because his father really didn't recognize the man in front of him, or because he acted as if he didn't recognize him. He stared at the man for a long time before saying uncertainly, "Yo!" This is... Han Sheng? "

"Ha ha!" The man called Han Sheng loudly laughed twice. He replied, "Brother Hong Gui, it's not me, right? It's been thirty years since we last met, and you really don't remember me anymore."

His father also smiled and said, "Ah, that's right. At that time, we were all so young. In the blink of an eye, we were all old. We can't take it anymore." After his father finished speaking, he turned around and started to size up the few men who were seated on the other side. He looked at a skinny man and asked: "This is Han Ren?"

Han Ren nodded and said: "That's me." This was one of the three people who looked the same as before. Father asked, clearly reminding me that these two were important figures.