Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

The Marquis's Mansion held a banquet. It was freezing cold, so the banquet was set up in the flower hall.

Chen Guanlou was a marginal figure in the Chen family. He had been in decline since his grandfather's generation. In his generation, people had to think about him before they could remember him.

However, in the past two years, his presence has been a bit high. Just because he went to work in the Tianlao.

His father, Chen Chengzong, was a prison guard in the Tianlao. Although he was not valued and did not make much money, at least his status was barely enough for a civil servant.

As for him, he was just a prison guard, the lowest and most lowly profession.

Tsk tsk...

Everyone sighed and sighed at the joke. As they watched, it seemed that they had become the joke. Chen Guanlou, this kid, really didn't realize that he was more playful than his father Chen Chengzong, and he was good at making money and dealing with things. He went in and out of brothels every few days to drink and drink. It was said that a meal cost several taels of silver, and sleeping in a brothel for one night cost at least ten taels of silver.

Damn, being a prison guard actually makes more money than being a prison guard.

Is this a human problem or a Tianlao problem?

If you have money, you are the boss. No one dares to laugh at Chen Guanlou for doing a lowly job. If they have money, they are willing to be jailers, but they can't bring themselves to do it. If Chen Guanlou is willing to take the initiative and beg them to be jailers, it's not impossible.

Oh, how can Chen Guanlou be so ignorant? Brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons fight in battles. There is a way to make money, but he doesn't think about his clansmen. He has been silent for so long.

Let them take the initiative to speak, everyone is holding their status, and they really can't afford to lose that person.

It just so happens that today is a banquet, and it's rare to meet each other. Everyone has discussed that they will talk about it under the influence of alcohol, and Chen Guanlou must express his attitude. When the master goes to war, he knows to bring the promising young and strong in the clan to brush military merits and earn a future. Chen Guanlou has made a fortune, so he can't eat alone.

Eating alone will be struck by lightning.

Chen Guanlou greeted everyone with a smile, and he could clearly feel that everyone was quite enthusiastic about him. Compared with the previous two years when he was treated with contempt for borrowing oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, it was completely different.

"Xiaolou, come and sit down."

"Oh, this is the upper table, how can I be qualified to sit here. I can just sit at the same table with Qing Ge'er and the others."

"Of course you are qualified. You are now a servant, not a child anymore. Come on, come on, sit here, and have a good drink later."

"This is not appropriate, everyone here is an elder, and it is not appropriate for me, a junior."

"If I say it is appropriate, it is appropriate." The eldest uncle of the side room of the direct branch of the clan spoke and made the final decision.

Chen Guanlou could not refuse again, so he could only sit down in the first place. As a result, he was forced to sit on the left hand seat of the eldest uncle in the clan. In this way, he, a junior, became the first person under the eldest uncle in the clan, and the second most honorable seat in the seven or eight tables of the banquet in the flower hall.

This is a bit strange!

Chen Guanlou did not feel proud because of the seat. He is not really in his twenties, and he is not the kind of idiot who gets carried away by a few compliments from others. He has long passed the age of caring about other people's words and attitudes, and he only wants to be free in life.

He is more convinced that those who are nice to him are either treacherous or thieves.

He thought carefully about what he has that is worth others' attention.

After thinking about it, there is only one word: money!

Money can make the devil work, and it seems that someone is eyeing his money.

Eyeing his identity?

Pah!

He has no identity.

He has basic self-knowledge. He knows exactly what image he has in the eyes of others. Even if someone is interested in him, they are only interested in his money, and will never be interested in his identity as a jailer.

If a woman is interested in him, in addition to money, she must also add his appearance.

He sat down calmly, waiting for the other party to make a move, and responding to all changes with the same attitude. He wanted to see what everyone was keeping in suspense today.

He accepted all toasts from others. Just some yellow wine, you still want to get him drunk, don't go out and ask, he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

He picked up the wine glass and toasted one by one.

"Uncle, I toast you, I wish you a long life."

"Uncle, I toast you again. When my father was alive, I was grateful for your care."

"Uncle, let's drink another cup. I'm happy today, so happy!"

"Come on, let's drink three cups together for the eldest master. I wish the eldest master a successful start, the Marquis's Mansion will be prosperous, and the Chen family will become more and more prosperous."

He can find hundreds of reasons to toast in a minute. In his previous life, he was a salesman, and his essence was a three-companion, drinking, laughing, and chatting.

The two companions at the back, occasionally picked up and fooled around, were enough to deal with the two masters Fan. He never failed to accompany the wine.

He was the most active and lively in the whole audience, running around the venue, toasting one table after another. He was a junior, so he toasted openly.

The elder uncles in the clan were so anxious that they wanted to pull him to sit down and chat about business. He opened his mouth and said, "I haven't had a drink with Brother Guanqing yet. Uncles, wait a moment, I'll go over and have a few drinks and then come back to drink with you."

Chen Guanlou, under the influence of alcohol, came to Chen Guanqing, pushed the boy next to him away, put his hand on Chen Guanqing's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Brother Qing, you are great. I heard that you are very successful recently. When will you invite us to the wedding?"

"Don't listen to other people's nonsense." Chen Guanqing smiled and denied. It was obvious that he didn't tell the truth.

Chen Guanlou clinked glasses with him, "The version I heard is not like this. Brother Qing, you are the eldest brother of our generation. Tell me, which virgin girl do you like? When will you take us to meet your sister-in-law."

"Not a virgin. I'm too old to marry a virgin." The greasy middle-aged Chen Guanqing seemed to be somewhat self-aware, but his smile was particularly vulgar, revealing the extreme taste of being naked when seeing arms.

Chen Guanlou seemed to be smiling, but his eyes turned cold, "So the rumors are true, you really have your eyes on the young widow across from my house? Brother Qing, you are not real!"

"What about me? She lives across from your house, so she must be yours. Chen Guanlou, you are drunk. Don't think you are great just because you have some stinky money. I like the young widow, it has nothing to do with you."

Chen Guanqing suddenly turned his face and his voice was very loud. Everyone in the audience heard the noise and looked over.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely awkward, and the joyful atmosphere was destroyed.

At this time, a peacemaker stepped out to smooth things over. "It's okay, it's okay. They were just joking. Let's continue eating and drinking. Send a few people to go with me to the backyard to pay respects to the old lady. Chen Guanlou, are you going too?"

"I'm not a big shot, I won't go." Chen Guanlou smiled and waved his hand, refusing. He stared at Chen Guanqing, raised his hand, and patted the other's cheek, obviously with humiliation.

Chen Guanqing was angry, raised his hand to block, and wanted to hit back. But suddenly found that his hand could not move. Looking closely, his hand fell into Chen Guanlou's hand.

"Today is a happy day, I don't want to make it too ugly. If Brother Qing is willing to give up, pick up this glass of wine, let's drink a glass, and pretend nothing happened. If Brother Qing is not convinced, I can't guarantee what will happen." Chen Guanlou smiled, and every word he said was a threat.