When it was daylight, Mr. Zhou's carriage stopped in front of the Immortal Residence.

Before the Shenxian Residence could open the door, Mr. Zhou's entourage banged and knocked menacingly, and the door was knocked open.

"I've thought about this for a while, and you also have good intentions."

Mr. Zhou said calmly.

"Since you have good intentions, you must fulfill them."

Cheng Silang, who had been restless because of the restaurant incident these days, was stunned when he heard this.

He had some doubts that he had heard wrongly.

"We all want to make the store good, so let's help each other properly. We can't demolish it ourselves before others dislike our store." Mr. Zhou said, "Since you are confident that you can manage it well, then you can manage it well."

Come on."

From the storm to the sunny day, Cheng Silang felt even more at a loss when faced with Mr. Zhou who had changed his face overnight.

But no matter what, he kept one thing in mind: he could not give his sister's shop to anyone else.

He couldn't speak, so he simply didn't speak and bowed his head to salute.

"After all, you are not familiar with it, and you have homework, so let me find a veteran who has been there for many years to help you take care of it." Master Zhou said, pointing to the old servant behind him, "This is the old accounting office in my house.

"

Is this so...

Cheng Silang hesitated for a moment.

In fact, it would not be a good thing if you really fall out with Mr. Zhou. It would be good if you can both take a step back...

Seeing the young scholar's relaxed expression, Mr. Zhou secretly smiled proudly.

With Mr. Jiangzhou backing me up, there is nothing to be afraid of.

After all, this is someone else's family business.

It's their Zhou family's business.

When it comes to property ownership, Mr. Jiangzhou won't rush forward, right? Isn't he afraid of being known as someone who seizes other people's property?

This kind of great Confucian still cares about face in some things, although he will lose face in some things.

It is too simple for a scholar and a few servants to control these industries.

One day or two days, one month or two months, half a year is all fine, but how long?

It’s true that everyone’s surname is Cheng, but there are some things that not everyone can do...

At the same time, a noisy carriage stopped in front of the Yudai Bridge, and a dozen servants, women and servants crowded around and got out of the carriage with Mrs. Zhou.

It has been more than ten days since the last time I came here.

"That little maid is very hateful. Let's bring more people here to avoid being embarrassed by her making trouble."

The lady in charge whispered instructions to the maids beside her, and distributed them.

"...you guys go and knock on the door...you guys keep an eye on the young man...you guys just hold down the maid...you guys go in and carry someone..."

I have already told you these words at home, and I am reminded of them now, which shows my solemnity.

Anyway, there were only two maids and a boy, and together they were not as big as any of them, yet they actually took this seriously.

The servant girl couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing? There are only three people here, but be careful." The lady in charge said in a low voice with a serious face, "Don't forget who that lady is..."

Li Daozu's personal disciple, a master who can have a good time with the Lord of Hell over wine.

Fortunately, I have been ill for such a long time and am still unconscious. Otherwise, if I were annoyed, I could have killed him on the spot with just one word from the King of Hell.

The servants nodded solemnly.

Mrs. Zhou had already got off the bus and stood still, looking up at the door.

"Okay, go quickly, go quickly." The lady in charge clapped her hands and said, and warned again, "But remember, you have to move quickly."

The four maids stood in front of the door, took a deep breath and raised their hands to knock on the door.

"Open..." they shouted, their hands falling on the door.

The door opened in response.

The four of them, who had gathered enough strength, stumbled and fell in, chattering a few times in fright.

This cry caused the servant woman who followed to scream.

The entire front door became noisy, attracting curious gazes from passers-by.

"What are you shouting for?" Mrs. Zhou said angrily.

Others are not making trouble yet, but they themselves are making trouble!

The servants and wives hurriedly quieted down, and the servants who had fallen in also stood up respectively. Only then did they see the servant standing in the corridor looking at them with a strange expression.

The servants who were responsible for holding the boy down were a little confused again.

Now, they didn’t yell or yell, and the door was opened, so should they hold it down or not?

"Go away." Mrs. Zhou shouted.

The servants and women hurriedly moved out of the way, and Mrs. Zhou stepped in.

The boy in the corridor raised his hand.

The servants immediately tensed up and rushed over.

The boy rubbed his nose, turned around and walked aside.

The servants who were halfway through rushed to their feet again and almost fell down in the confusion.

"Madam is here."

In the hall, the maid said as she stepped out.

Mrs. Zhou hummed and couldn't help but look at the maid.

It turned out to be the maid of the Zhang family!

No wonder you have always been so arrogant!

In the past, it was okay to be arrogant, but now that my wife is ill, if she is arrogant, she will not be protecting her, but will be a bully and bully her.

Mrs. Zhou curled her lips and walked in the door without paying any attention to her.

The maid smiled slightly, bowed and stepped aside.

avoid…

This made the maids responsible for holding down the maids stunned.

Why is it so different from what you imagined when you walk in?

"You guys pack up and take Jiaojiao'er home." Mrs. Zhou said, sitting down in the hall.

"Madam, are you going to take my wife back?" the maid asked.

"What? Can't you?" Mrs. Zhou looked at her and asked with a half-smile.

"We, the maids, dare not say anything about this." The maid said with a smile.

The servant girl who had already rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush over was stunned again.

It’s good to know.

Mrs. Zhou waved her hand.

"Madam, you should ask our lady." The maid continued.

Mrs. Zhou smiled and stood up as expected.

"Okay, I'll go ask." She said, raising her feet and walking inward, slightly covering her mouth and nose with her hands.

The smell of someone who has been sick for so long...

The curtains were opened by the servants, and Mrs. Zhou walked into the bedroom.

"Jiaojiao, how are you today?" she said, lowering her eyes, "Go home with your aunt to recuperate, it's not convenient to be outside."

After she said it herself, she laughed again.

"Then thank you aunt for not giving up..."

After talking to herself, Mrs. Zhou was startled for a moment.

Why did her voice become different?

"Thank you, aunt, for not giving up." She murmured again.

Yes, this sound is right.

That voice just now...
To be continued...