Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 890 Birthday Banquet 1
In fact, she knew from a long time ago that the only person she can rely on in this world is herself.

If she even hides in the turtle shell and dare not go out, she will acquiesce to those rumors, slander and frame.

"Are you really stupid? This kind of Hongmen banquet is obviously not well-intentioned. If you go, you may be humiliated by them!"

Chen Jiuzhen objected very much: "The old lady is not your real grandmother, even if she is, I think it's better to end things like the Shen family as soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, she thought again: "They have severed ties with you, you are no longer a girl from the Shen family, even if you don't go, they can't say anything!"

"Aunt Zhen," Shen Qianqiao said with a cold expression, "I must go this time. If I don't go, they must think that I hide and dare not see people. They owe me, and I won't be so cheap to them!"

Chen Jiuzhen frowned slightly, disapproving in her heart, after all, it was the Shen family's place, and she was a little girl, how could she be well?

It's just that she knows that this girl is stubborn, so she won't listen.

She sighed, "If you really want to go, my aunt will go with you."

Shen Qianqiao shook her head: "I'll go alone, Xizhu is here."

"If you don't want me to follow, don't go either," Chen Jiuzhen was very resolute.

Shen Qianqiao hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly.

Although the Shen family has been deprived of the title of Imperial Merchant, it is still the largest merchant in the north. Its heritage over the years cannot be broken for a while, no matter whether it is officialdom or shopping malls, there are people who have good friends.

The invitation for this birthday banquet was sent out three days ago. Shen Guangmao didn't want to make a fuss at first, but thinking that the Shen family is now on the cusp of the storm, if he doesn't do a big job this time, it will make those people's feelings even more solid. conjecture.

Therefore, compared with the previous few years, he invited half more people this time. In the past, he looked down upon those who had bought goods from Shen's house, and he sent an invitation card. I'm really worried that some people won't save face this time.

"Master, is it still fifty tables this time?"

Shen Guangmao nodded lightly: "According to previous years."

"But this time I invited some more, I'm afraid there are not enough seats."

Shen Guangmao was a little annoyed: "Let's say [-] tables, not all of them will come, and if there are too many empty tables by then, it will make people laugh."

"Yes." Butler Liu took up a pen and wrote it down.

The Shen family started to put up lights and festoons the night before, and when the chef of the Sanxian Restaurant led people into the back kitchen of the Shen family early the next morning, the shopping women came in and out, pulling ten carts of things to the back. past.

A platform was set up in the yard, tables and chairs were set up, the mother-in-law who was going back and forth kept yelling, and the maids and servants hurried past.

Soon the theater troupe came over, and the singing began early in the morning.

A table was set up at the door of Shen's house, and Steward Liu led his servants to stand at the door to greet him, ready to receive gifts.

At about Chen's hour, there were horse-drawn carriages parked at the door one after another.

Steward Liu immediately ordered his servants to help carry the congratulatory gift up.

"Master Zhang is here—"

With a yell, the sound of instrumental music at the door became louder and louder.

Soon the firecrackers went off, and the Shen family began to give out red envelopes to the passing people.

Until the evening, the gate of Shen's house was densely packed with carriages and sedan chairs.

Steward Liu looked at the details of the registration, and found that the people who came here during the day were all those small merchants, and none of the adults in the imperial capital really came to the door.

Could it be that the Shen family is really unpopular?
(End of this chapter)