World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 183 Welcome
Fatty Xiao has already indicated with two false fingers.

It's not negotiable at all.

I didn't bother to say any more, so I said, "Okay, follow me in!"

When Fatty Xiao heard the words, his expression showed joy, he jumped off the motorcycle immediately, and replied: "This is the God Su in my heart!"

When we arrived at the gate of Furong Manor, we were stopped by four or five men in black Chinese tunic suits with extremely stern faces.

When I saw them in this outfit.

In my mind, I thought of the scene of Xu Qing bleeding from his mouth that rainy night, and the hatred rushed up in my heart.

But I repeatedly told myself that they are just knives without emotion. Although smashing knives can relieve anger, but killing the person holding the knives is the real revenge.

Close your eyes and adjust your emotions.

I took out the invitation card that Ma Ping had handed over to me, and handed it to them: "Notify Master Wen, the guests will come to see you as agreed."

A man in a Chinese tunic glanced at the invitation and replied, "Wait for the notification!"

After speaking, he took the invitation and went in.

The other three put their hands behind their backs, stood in a row, blocked the door, and stared at us coldly.

Fatty Xiao looked very dissatisfied, took out the cigarette case, and asked them jokingly: "Comrades security guards, would you like one?"

Those people were like sticks at the door, and they ignored Fatty Xiao at all.

Fatty Xiao said: "Fuck! Is this not giving face?"

He took out the cigarette, gritted his teeth, and tried to force the cigarette into their mouths.

This guy is provocative for no reason.

At first, when Fatty Xiao was in the restaurant, when he knew Xiao Zhu was Suo Mingmen, he was so frightened that he couldn't even sit on the stool, but now, with hatred in his heart, he didn't take them seriously at all.

I gave him a hard look.

Fatty Xiao had no choice but to hold back the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

After half an hour.

The Chinese tunic suit that went in to report came out and said to me: "Teacher Wen welcomes you!"

Fatty Xiao and I stepped forward.

But the Chinese tunic suit stopped Fatty Xiao and said, "Only one person can enter with the name on the invitation!"

Fatty Xiao's face changed abruptly, and he quickly buckled the elbow of the tunic suit with his backhand, and kicked him violently.

This foot is extremely heavy!
The Chinese tunic suit "plopped" and fell to the ground.

In an instant!
A few people in Chinese tunic suits at the door cheered and surrounded us.

It wasn't that Fatty Xiao was much stronger than others, but that the other party didn't expect that Fatty Xiao would dare to do anything at the gate of Furong Manor, so he was caught off guard.

Fatty Xiao patted the clothes on his body and said, "If you don't let me in, you won't come in. What the hell are you doing touching my clothes with your dirty hands? Can't you stinky security guards pay for it! Shit!"

Several Chinese tunic suits looked very angry, and they were about to attack us.

A middle-aged man came out of the manor, and said coldly: "If you are not gold, please don't move if you are an enemy, and don't compete with fireflies!"

Don't do anything if you are not a funder, if you are not an enemy, it means that you are not the owner of the funder, no one is hired, and there is no enmity, so you can't do it.

This is the rule of Suomingmen formed since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period.

But the latter sentence is very insulting.

But it is also understandable.

The swordsmen in ancient times were so arrogant that they didn't even look down on the emperor, let alone other people.

Fatty Xiao became angry, and rolled up his sleeves: "Oh shit..."

I said, "Fatty!"

When Fatty Xiao heard this, he stopped moving forward angrily, turned to me and said, "If you don't come out after waiting for half an hour, I have a lot of ideas!" This guy is not a completely brainless person.

If you dare to be so arrogant, you must have left behind.

I followed the middle-aged man into Furong Manor.

Pass through the front hall and come to the courtyard in the middle.

In the yard, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the environment is beautiful and elegant. In many places, there are cool curtains made of small bamboo segments, which look hazy and quiet.

The more charming, the more dangerous.

I can smell something different.

When I came to the middle of the courtyard, I found a few centimeters high but very large white marble stone platform, and a large animal skin felt pad was placed on the stone platform.

An antique small tea table is placed on the animal skin felt mat, on which there are several plates of dim sum, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, peach cake, and oil beans.

There is also a copper teapot, and next to the teapot is a bronze tea-cup that is covered with small holes all over the body, and the small holes of the tea-cup emit mist.

A man in his 40s sat cross-legged on an animal skin felt mat.

He was wearing a Tang suit, with a haggard appearance, pale face, extremely long fingernails, extremely stern eyes, not angry but mighty, with a murderous look on his body, he looked like a zombie crawling out of a coffin .

This murderous look.

It's not Uncle Wang's murderous look like an angry lion.

It is a chilling aura that has accumulated from the real killing of many people.

Exactly.

This should be called ghost gas.

In one hand he coiled the small-leaf red sandalwood Buddha beads and in the other he held a Juansi handkerchief. Occasionally, he would cover his mouth with the handkerchief, cough, then close his eyes and smell the mist coming out of the small hole in the bronze tea wind, and then take another sip of tea. , appearing intoxicated and leisurely.

Behind him stood four or five people in Chinese tunic suits, each of them standing up straight, with no expression on their faces.

The whole scene looks quite old fashioned.

The person sitting cross-legged is Hall Master Wen.

Using this posture to welcome guests is not because Hall Master Wen is pretending to be coercive, but it is indeed a unique habit of Suo Mingmen.

Here is a little explanation.

People in ancient times did not sit on stools and chairs, and they all sat on the ground, whether they were drinking tea and wine among the people or talking about state affairs in temples.Stools and chairs appeared only after the Tang Dynasty, and gradually became popular in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Suomingmen originated from raising scholars in the Spring and Autumn Period, so it naturally retained this habit.

However, there are several types of sitting on the ground by the ancients.

Each actually conveys a different meaning.

Sit in a skip, with your legs together and straight forward, and your buttocks sitting on the ground.Unless the king is against the minister, and the father is against the son, this is a posture of extreme contempt for each other.

Sitting squatting, that is, kneeling.It is a humble gesture to adopt when talking with venerables and elders.People from the country of Sakura used to come to China to study, and used this posture to talk humbly with our generation. After returning, they still use this kneeling posture.

Sitting cross-legged.It is more formal and polite to adopt this way of sitting among friends.

Hall Master Wen was able to greet him in a sitting posture, which shows that the mediators behind Ma Ping have great face.

After I walked over.

Master Wen opened his eyes, looked at me expressionlessly, picked up a teacup, poured a cup of tea, and raised his hand to signal me to sit down opposite.

I replied: "I didn't come here to sit down and discuss the Tao, Hall Master Wen can get up now."

No friends to make!
Today is the redemption!

Hall Master Wen coughed violently when he heard the words, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and wiped a trace of murderous intent from his peripheral vision.

(End of this chapter)