The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 22
The head of the ancestral hall lifted his clothes and walked to the center of the stage, coughed, first praised the kindness and generosity of the old man of the Mei family as usual, and finally smiled and asked everyone to calm down: "Young master loves to listen to operas, old man Mei said, today For the next two games, everyone will call the titles themselves, and whoever grabs the bouquet will call it, order what they want to hear, and sing whatever they want!"

The crowd of listeners became overwhelmed upon hearing the words, and eagerly stretched out their hands to catch it.

The flower ball was thrown from the stage, everyone stood up to grab it, but suddenly a Qingwei body stood up, the flower ball fell into Geng Wu's hands.

Geng Wu stood in front of the open space and bowed to the heads of the chamber of commerce on the stage: "Everyone present here, please forgive me for interrupting for a moment."

"Yo, Young Master Geng San, this is..." The master's ending sounded upwards, and he had developed a snobbish habit after dealing with nobles and big families for many years.

Geng Wu turned his back to the spectators, and his tone was still modest and steady: "The junior has something to discuss, so I take the liberty to interrupt the theater for a moment."

He stood tall and straight in the middle of the crowd, wearing a coarse black long dress, which was incompatible with all the rich and luxuriously dressed gentlemen on the stage.But his eyes were calm, and he didn't feel timid because of the clear-cut aura.

The looting around suddenly became quiet, and the people watching the theater all looked at him, and some lowered their heads and whispered.

Xiuhe suddenly came to her senses and couldn't help but look up.

The person in charge looked back at the countertop, and seeing Mrs. Mei nodding, he spread his hands and said, "You just say what's going on, what are you doing so solemnly, you're the only one who ruined the excitement."

Geng Wu saluted apologetically, fell silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "When Geng's house was ransacked, my mother rented out two second-floor frontages on Dongshui Street to the Chamber of Commerce due to financial difficulties. Over the years, the Chamber of Commerce The rent was not paid according to the agreement. If the seniors come back from the camp tonight, they want to take over the façade again. The elders are busy on weekdays, and the juniors have been unable to find the person in charge many times. I take the liberty of taking advantage of the fact that all the directors are here today, so please return the façade. .”

The heads of the chamber of commerce who were sitting upright looked at me, I looked at him, and whispered to each other.To be honest, the petition at the pier did feel sorry for the Geng family, but who made Mr. Geng the president?The imperial court used Geng's family to do business, so it was not a secret they went to report.Officials can do whoever they want, and it's not their decision.Now that the Geng family is gone, no one wants to talk about the past anymore.

Sitting in the center is the highly respected old Mrs. Mei, and the two masters of the Mei family sit on his right. The current president of the chamber of commerce is Mei Jinghai, the second master of Mei, and on the left are two elderly vice presidents.

No one is willing to do such a business, but it is not the turn of Mrs. Mei to come forward for such a thing, and one of the vice presidents with a white beard and a skinny voice draws out: "What happened to your Geng family back then, all of us The guy saw it in his eyes, and he was very embarrassed. But these are the things of the past, so let’s not mention the past. It’s not easy for your mother to support a family of more than ten people these years. Now that she’s back, she’ll keep her own life Raise the family, and do what you have to do."

He limply blocked the main topic, not mentioning the matter of those few shops.The spectators below didn't dare to say anything, they just stared at Geng Wu's broad back, waiting for his reaction.

Geng Wu stood in the open space with his hands folded, his head nodded slightly, and his footsteps did not move.This is a kind of silent disobedience, a cold determination that cannot be shaken by others, and the aura actually has the smell of a lone wolf galloping on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)