Demon Change the Earth

I thought it would be a matter of course, but it was so troublesome. After this time, it was delayed for a few days until the day when Yang Lan left the customs was approaching, and Ma Liang finally couldn't sit still.

Could it be that I asked too much! ?

No wonder he thought so.

One must know that with his current status and influence, and for the purpose of wooing, the general request is just a matter of one sentence. The park has invested so much, and the authorities have paid him in advance without blinking an eye?

Up to now, there is no clear statement about the debt, not to mention the dunning, even the debt relationship has not been clarified with him.

Compared with the investment in the park, the matter of Hu Zhenzhen can only be regarded as a small problem.

The collection of supernatural characteristics is simply a layer of window paper. The sequencer doesn't know, and the elite in the upper class of society doesn't know?

Authorities cannot control 100% of all sources of goods.

Many remnants of extraordinary characteristics are circulating in the black market, and Ma Liang can easily satisfy Hu Zhenzhen's request through unofficial channels.

But as he said, if the positions are different and the heights are different, you can't refer to the general situation. What ordinary Sequencers can do, he can't do.

If he does this, there will be many problems, which will be based on facts, give people rich associations and excuses, and form an extremely bad example.

The legacy, whereabouts, and purpose of charismatic traits have remained mysterious.

What the authorities use it for, no one knows.

There are also folks who use their brains on this, but it is still an absolute taboo.

Only the Salvation Army is clear.

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Just when he was so suspicious, the invitation to the Jiang family's dinner party arrived.

Ma Liang smiled slightly when he received the invitation. It seemed that there was news.

In the evening, I went to the appointment as scheduled, and the location was no longer Jiang Liying's home, but Jiang's only old house in the city center.

A courtyard house with a long history, people who live in this area are either rich or expensive, and the alley still retains the style of the old Shangjing Hutong.

There are two stone lions at the gate of the Jiang family's old house.

The gate is vermilion, with iron nails fixed on it. I heard that in ancient times, such a family status was not available to ordinary people, even if they were rich.

The plaque on the door has the words "Jiang Zhai" in big characters, with the imperial seal on it, and there is a nomination he doesn't recognize in the lower right corner.

In traditional characters, the strokes are all connected together, and it is impossible to tell that it is the handwriting of the emperor.

"There was a second place in my family's ancestors, and later he became an official of the household department. The inscription on it is Emperor Jiaqing's."

When Ma Liang was standing under the steps admiring the plaque, Jiang Liying quietly appeared beside him and explained in a low voice, "This house is a gift from the emperor. It has been confiscated for some years. It has just been repaired, so it looks pretty good!"

Ma Liang nodded and said, "It's not bad. It has a humanistic atmosphere and historical reference value. The location is also good."

Jiang Liying smiled slightly, "Can you still appreciate these?"

Ma Liang was embarrassed to say that he didn't even recognize the inscription on it just now, so he nodded and smiled: "Are you arty? My Chinese learning skills are still very good."

"Oh, then you and the old man must have a good chat... go in, we are waiting for you, a great guest."

"Don't mobilize the crowd, you know what I like."

"Don't worry, no one else, this time is a family banquet, but also a political task, the people above are afraid that you will be left out, so they entrusted my uncle, please move my grandfather, let you spread the word, so as to save you from complaining. "

Ma Liang laughed, without saying anything, and walked up the steps.

Walking into the gate, I saw four generations of the Jiang family surrounded by an old man in a wheelchair.

This old man is very old, his face and hands are covered with age spots, his body looks really bad, but his eyes are very bright.

Out of respect for the elders, Ma Liang didn't wait for them to move first, but took two quick steps, bowed to the elders, and said: "Young fellow, don't take the liberty to disturb me."

The old man kept nodding his head, still trying his best to entertain with poor articulation.

"The old man is already a hundred years old. I couldn't make it through last year. It was I who became a praying man, and I broke away from the frontline of life and death. But since then, my energy has been very poor. It's all about your face that I can come out today." .”

Ma Liang said: "That's too unreasonable. Why are you being so polite? Send the old man to rest quickly. It's important to be sick."

As soon as this came out, the atmosphere of the meeting was greatly eased, as if it was really a family banquet. The Jiang family seemed to have forgotten Ma Liang's identity and ability. The keynote was changed, and it was not obvious on the surface, but everyone was relieved in their hearts.

After handing over the old man to the medical staff, three generations of the Jiang family surrounded Ma Liang, talking and laughing as they walked towards the hall of the main room.

Standing in the foyer was an intellectual and graceful hostess in her fifties. She wore gold-rimmed glasses, lifted the curtain politely and thoughtfully, and stepped aside with a smile.

"This is my uncle." Jiang Liying introduced in a low voice beside Ma Liang

"Oh!" Ma Liang nodded slightly to his aunt and walked in.

Three tables have been set up in the main room, all of which are full of home-cooked dishes. A beautiful young woman is dressed at home, wearing an apron around her waist, and is making the final arrangement in front of one table.

Seeing Ma Liang, he was taken aback for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, and retreated quietly holding his breath.

The three Jiang Jianguo brothers let Ma Liang take the first place in the guest seat, and seven or eight people from the second and third generations of the Jiang family sat down to accompany them.

Others sat down at the other two tables. The oldest was in his forties, and the youngest was a seven or eight-year-old Xiaodou Ding.

The whole family goes out!

All men.

Except for Jiang Liying who is beside her.

Ma Liang was talking and laughing at this table, and the other two tables were like being in a prison. How to hide it from his eyes?

"My family's family style is very feudal, with distinguished guests coming, women are not allowed to sit at the table. Thanks to you, today is an exception!"

Ma Liang smiled, and teased back in a low voice: "Then you have to thank me well."

Jiang Liying gave him a white look.

At this time, Jiang Jianguo raised his wine glass and looked at Ma Liang.

Ma Liang picked up the wine glass, and the movement on the other two tables was slightly louder.

"Today is a family feast, we are old acquaintances, we are just holding a big one, calling a pony..."

Ma Liang stood up with a smile, raised his cup in greeting, and said, "You're welcome, you are an elder, you can call him whatever you want."

Jiang Jianguo laughed, and said, "Then I will do my part...Xiao Ma, you don't know that for this family dinner, we are short of hiring a director."

Ma Liang looked around and said doubtfully, "Really? Am I so scary?"

The others laughed lightly, only a little fat man muttered at another table, "Not only that, you old man is too modest."

I don't know if Ma Liang heard it, but the person sitting next to him heard it, and broke out in a cold sweat, almost threw his chopsticks and gagged the little fat man's mouth.