At this time, Wang Tong was nodding to the second shopkeeper of Yinan Goods Shop. He had to agree to greet him. He caught up with a snack behind him. Looking at the sincere smiling face of the shopkeeper of the snack shop, Wang Tong also politely said "Thank you". After hearing this thank you, the shopkeeper was stunned at first, then he said a few diligently, nodded and bowed back.

The shopkeepers and shopkeepers of the dim sum shop and the Nanfu Store were all sighing there. In the past, Zhao Guodong took things casually and ate and drank casually. If he didn't like it, he would scold people. When did he say thank you? Look at this little Wang, who is chivalrous and has such a kind heart and knows how to do it.

"...Mr. Wang, if you have time to come here to try the master's specialty dishes..."

"Mr. Wang, what else is missing in the mansion? I will send it to you in the afternoon..."

"Mr. Wang, when you have time, come here to have tea. The best ones are so scary..."

Yesterday, he was also wearing the official uniform of the Jinyiwei, and was deserted all the way. Why are everyone so attentive today? There are many merchants on the street, and everyone is busy at this time. Everyone greets you enthusiastically. Wang Tong was overwhelmed and was a little confused in the end. He just held his fists and greeted him left and right, and walked quickly.

Zhao Guodong from the Jinyiwei of Surrey usually works on this street, and all merchants have to pay careful attention to it, but Wang Tong lives on this street, looking up but not looking down, which is also half of the on-duty on this street.

They are all Jinyiwei, who is higher and lower? Everyone thought it was divided according to the official rank, but after Wang Tong beat Zhao Guodong in the street, everyone had a judgment in their minds.

We can't afford to offend this young master! Then we will worship him politely. Seeing the scene of standing up for a poor old man yesterday, everyone felt a little relieved. At least it was not a vicious dog like Zhao Guodong. Today, Wang Tong's courtesy and politeness made them feel more comfortable. This young master is good at being a human being!

Walking out of this street, Wang Tong looked down at the flying fish suit on his body, shook his head and smiled bitterly. No wonder people pursue power and wealth. Just look at the flattery in the morning and you can understand why.

Just like yesterday, when I arrived in front of the Tianbaihu Mansion, it was still deserted. After a while, the old servant walked out with a broom and a bucket.

This old servant had no expression after seeing Wang Tong, but he still looked cold yesterday. However, Wang Tong stepped forward and said calmly:

"Old man, I'll help you!"

After taking the broom, there were two minced meat cakes left in his hand. Wang Tong handed them directly to the servants of his hometown and said with a smile:

"It's still steaming. Old man, please try it too, our Nanjie Baixiangzhai minced meat cake."

The old servant took the cake expressionlessly, and Wang Tong started to work hard with a broom. This job was not troublesome, just be more meticulous when sprinkling water.

The crispy cake tasted good. After eating a few bites, the servant from the hometown couldn't help but nodded. Wang Tong put down the broom, picked up the bucket and wooden spoon and started sprinkling water. He had a rare partner to talk. The servant from the hometown looked like he had nothing to do with him. He was sent out to clean early in the morning and had no status in the mansion. He didn't have to worry about spreading his words.

"The old man is so old, and Lord Tian is reasonable. You might as well ask him to find a light life plan, watch the door and serve tea, etc., which is worse than getting up early to work."

The old man ate the pancake and was in a good mood. He actually smiled and joked:

"This little adult, don't you advise the old man to go home and live freely?"

The title "little adult" is not about age, but about officialdom, the prime minister's seventh rank official, and the servants of the hundred households are not afraid of the grassroots soldiers of the Jinyiwei, and the servants of the hometown make fun of them without caring.

Someone was talking, and Wang Tong, who had a lot of trouble, was willing to talk, and sighed and said:

"Old man, yesterday I told you to go home to take care of your old age. I saw something at noon. You are so old, although you have some work, you will eventually have a shelter from the 100-household adults. If you go out and encounter disaster, it will be..."

The old man had a good appetite and had already eaten the two minced meat cakes. Hearing this, he was quite curious. Seeing that Wang Tong wanted to speak, he couldn't help asking:

"Little sir, what's the matter? Let's hear it?"

Wang Tong always felt that his two lives were over 40 years old. In fact, he lived for so long again and was not as cunning as he thought. In addition, what Zhao Guodong did yesterday was really too annoying. Someone asked, and he was just venting his feelings and immediately said everything.

"...I don't think of such a coward who bullies widowed widowed widowed orphans the most. I thought I would like to give up this layer of skin and beat that bastard to death. Old man, I can't help you tomorrow. Be careful, don't hurt your muscles or bones. I'll carry the weight of this bucket of water. Don't flash..."

After listening to him attentively, the old servant couldn't help but smile and said:

"Watching my old man is going to be buried in the soil, I've been tired all my life and I still care about this little thing."

After saying that, he walked back to the courtyard with a bucket and tools. Seeing the door of Tian Baihu's mansion closed and the street became deserted again, Wang Tong leaned against the wall.

Just as he finished talking about what he did yesterday and his feelings like pouring beans on the bamboo tube, Wang Tong felt much more relaxed. He thought that he might have a plan to deal with him later, and he was a little nervous for a while.

The sun gradually rose, and the Jinyiwei who was in the Dimao gradually came. Almost everyone who came looked at Wang Tong, who was standing in the corner with the eyes that seemed to be looking at the monster. Things were spreading quickly in the market. They hit people at lunch, and almost all the people in the whole household knew about it in the afternoon, and even the other parts heard it a little.

In the eyes of the monster, there may not be no praise or praise except ridicule and confusion, but no one will reveal it.

The Jinyiwei is strong externally and pays attention to internal unity. It is quite taboo to fight privately. Wang Tong has only been in less than two days and is definitely expelled. Who would have gone to find this uncomfortable?

Zhang Shiqiang came too late. Seeing Wang Tong standing in the corner, hesitated for a moment, sighed, and walked to the other side. This was about to draw a clear line.

Everyone meets by chance, and it is already a duty to not take advantage of the situation. Why bother with you who are about to be eliminated?

Wang Tong could hear the quiet discussions around him clearly. He was talking about yesterday. Everyone was quite excited about his words, and it seemed that they were just fun. However, this also shows that Zhao Guodong and even Liu Xinyong, the general bannerman whom Zhao Guodong followed, had no good feelings for everyone.

If I could stay in the Jinyiwei for the first half of the year, I would be familiar with the relationship between people and people, and with the experience of interpersonal communication and office politics in the modern workplace, I might be able to recover it, but it would be too late to say anything now.

When Wang Tong was sighing, Liu Xinyong, the general bannerman, and Zhao Guodong, came together. Yesterday morning, he was full of spring breeze and greeted everyone with a smile, but today he was full of coldness.

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Chapter completed!