Chapter 70: Don't move, or you'll die
"You must be Shen Lang!" At this time, an ordinary-looking man sitting next to Miao Yunfei spoke and looked Shen Lang up and down.
"Yes, I am Shen Lang!" Shen Lang nodded and looked at Miao Yi with a smile: "What can I do for you?"
"That's not the point of teaching!" Miao Yi put the fan in his hand on the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea: "What you are doing is not in accordance with etiquette and rules!"
After saying that, he put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Didn't your parents teach you manners ?"
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, opened the fan with a "swish", and fanned it gently: "Of course I have taught you!"
"In that case, when the elders are talking about something, why don't you, a junior and an outsider, step aside?" Miao Yi also opened his fan and continued speaking.
"Because I'm not an outsider!" Shen Lang said with a smile, looking at Mingyue from the side: "Am I an outsider?"
"You are my husband, how can you be an outsider?" Mingyue held her chin with both hands, looked at Shen Lang and spoke, her big eyes full of little stars.
She felt that Shen Lang was extremely handsome at this moment!
"Yue'er, stop messing around!" Mingjun frowned and spoke, turning his head to glance at the beautiful middle-aged woman next to him, meaning that she should let Mingyue stay.
"Yue'er, be good!" The beautiful woman was Mingyue's mother. She stood up and walked to Mingyue's side, stretched out her hand and grabbed Mingyue's little hand: "Mother bought you a new dress, try it on to see if it fits you well?"
"I'm not going!" Mingyue shook her head like a rattle, broke free from her mother's hand, ran to the other side of Shen Lang and sat down, hugging Shen Lang's arm: "I want to accompany my husband!"
"Mingyue!" Mingjun's face darkened.
"Be good, Mingyue, or your father will put you under house arrest!" The beautiful middle-aged woman walked to Mingyue's side and pulled her hand: "Be obedient and go back with mother!"
When Mingyue heard the word "confinement", she pouted and stood up very reluctantly, looking at Shen Lang reluctantly: "Husband, I'm going back first!"
"Yeah!" Shen Lang smiled.
With the departure of Mingyue and her mother, only Mingjun, Miao Yunfei and his son, and Shen Lang were left in the hall. The atmosphere was a little dull for a moment and no one spoke.
Mingjun attaches great importance to Mingyue's marriage. Although she is spoiled and always disobedient, she is still Mingjun's favorite and he dotes on her. Naturally, her future happiness is very important to him.
Miao Yunfei's title of the richest man in Baiyun City is naturally of great value, and he is also a very good ideal marriage partner. On the political level, he can raise the level of Tonghe Money House. On the personal level, his personal relationship with Miao Yunfei is pretty good, but both aspects are good.
However, his daughter had already told him that she would not marry anyone except Shen Lang, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
Miao Yunfei looked at Mingjun who had remained silent, and said with a smile: "Like I told you before, my next plan is to find a bank to cooperate with, expand the scope of business, and strive to make the bank's silver bills used throughout the empire. Now I have been talking with the mayors of other cities, and the progress is very smooth!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Mingjun's eyes lit up. This matter was still very tempting to him!
"As long as the Ming and Miao families work together, the universal silver note of the Huaxia Empire's banks may be the word Tonghe!"
Miao Yunfei spoke with a smile, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and didn't say anything else. His meaning was already very clear.
As long as you agree to the marriage, it 's settled!
Mingjun could tell what Miao Yunfei said. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and did not answer immediately.
He is weighing the pros and cons.
"Ha ha!"
After hearing this, Shen Lang couldn't help but laugh, which surprised Mingjun and Miao Yunfei.
"You really dare to boast about anything!" Shen Lang shook his fan and said, "Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away?"
"The elders are speaking, when is it your turn to speak?" Miao Yi's face turned cold and he spoke with a frown.
"When I'm talking, when is it your turn to interrupt?" Shen Lang closed his fan, pointed at Miao Yi and said, "You'd better be quiet!"
"Arrogant!" Miao Yi slammed the table and stood up suddenly.
"Yi'er!" Miao Yunfei said, waving his hand, asking the angry Miao Yi to sit down. He glanced at Shen Lang, but did not speak. Instead, he turned to look at Ming Jun: "Brother Ming!"
"My dear nephew, this is the Ming family's private matter now, please step aside!" Ming Jun said, waving his hand and calling the housekeeper: "Send Master Shen away!"
"Yes, sir!" The butler was a thin old man with white hair and a hunched body, but his eyes were shining and he was very capable. He walked up to Shen Lang and pointed his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Shen, please!"
Shen Lang did not stand up immediately, but sat on the chair, fanning himself, and after a moment of hesitation, he looked at Ming Jun: "Uncle, if I walk out of this door today, it will be difficult for you to invite me in in the future!"
"hehe!"
Miao Yi sneered when he heard this: "What a jerk! You really think you're a dish!"
After hearing this, Shen Lang's smiling face disappeared, his expression turned cold, and he looked at Miao Yi and said softly: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. Say it again!"
"No need to say it once!" Miao Yi showed no fear at all, with a faint smile on his face: "I'll say it three times!"
"What a jerk! You really think you're a dish!"
"Did you hear clearly?" Miao Yi spoke while waving his fan and looking at Shen Lang.
Shen Lang rubbed his eyes, stood up from the chair, walked slowly to Miao Yi, raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
With a "slap" sound, the crisp slap echoed in the silent hall.
Mingjun was stunned, Miao Yunfei was stunned, Miao Yi was confused, and the housekeeper was dumbfounded!
No one expected that Shen Lang would actually slap Miao Yi!
This is the son of Miao Yunfei, the richest man in Baiyun City. You dare to slap him. Don’t you want to live?
"Uncle Miao, your son is too rude . He needs to be taught a lesson, otherwise he will suffer outside!" Shen Lang turned his head slightly and looked at Miao Yunfei.
"I'll kill you!" Miao Yi took a long time to come back to his senses. His face was burning, as if a knife had stabbed his heart. He was the only one who humiliated and slapped others, but no one dared to humiliate or slap him!
With a "pa" sound, he slapped the chair and an extremely powerful martial energy burst out. He jumped up and waved his hand to slap Shen Lang on the top of his head!
A blow from a mid-eighth-rate master is no joke. Even a tiger weighing two or three hundred kilograms can be killed with it!
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, a black tube appeared in front of Miao Yi, pointing at his forehead.
"You, don't move. If you move, you will die!"
