Nian Huajiao: The cold-faced treacherous minister spoiled her unconditionally after breaking his vow

Because of his good interpersonal relationship, he was recommended to the chief steward of the Wu family, and then he was in charge of Wu Song's horses. Meng Jin was a good citizen, so he was not considered a horse slave, but just a servant who worked for wages.

It was not until later that he gradually gained the appreciation of the butler with his own intelligence and good accounting skills and came before Wu Song.

But his short-sighted biological parents were particularly soft-hearted. His cousin from his uncle's family had a limp, which she had from her mother's womb.

At that time, the family was poor and even food was a problem. His parents thought that when he grew up, he might not have enough money to marry a wife. So they agreed to the proposal of the aunt of the Meng family, and when the two grew up, they would get married.

They thought it was just a lame leg, and it didn't matter as long as it didn't affect their childbearing. What's more, the most important thing was that they didn't have to pay any money to get a daughter-in-law, which was a great thing.

The two adults decided on this privately, and from then on, no one worried about their own children anymore.

But they didn't expect Meng Jin to be so successful that he could enter the Wu family mansion and become a steward beside the master of the Wu family.

This is a great thing!

The Wu family is such a wealthy family that everyone in the entire Jiangnan region knows about it.

Moreover, the eldest master of the Wu family is famous for knowing how to use people. In the Wu family, no matter who you are, as long as you have the ability, you will have a chance to succeed.

After learning about this, Meng's aunt clung to this marriage even more tightly, fearing that it would be snatched away by someone else. This led to the Meng couple threatening to commit suicide.

Meng Jin had no idea about this marriage from beginning to end, but she had to face a dilemma. On one side was the life of her biological parents, and on the other was her beloved.

Alas, this is the biggest problem in life.

When the senior manager of Wu's grain store came back and just sat down to rest, he heard the servant at the door of the store yelling, "Senior manager, senior manager, please come out quickly... Mr. Zhou is here again, and... he brought three or four people with him..."

When the senior manager heard this, his heart suddenly sank. His daughter was indeed wise. Zhou Youwei was really going to cause trouble.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and replied, "I'll be right there...I'll be right there."

After a while, a thin man was seen walking towards the shop door with three or four strong men.

Only when they got closer could they see the face of the leader. He looked very similar to Jiang Yin's aunt Zhou, except that he was taller and thinner. This was Zhou Youwei.

The man's eyes were purple, his pupils were cloudy and yellow, and there was a sour smell all over his body. It was obvious without asking that he was an old gambler.

He stood at the door of the shop with his hands on his hips, with a sallow face and eyes full of contempt. Several strong men followed him with unfriendly eyes. They stood there like a wall, and no one dared to come in to buy things.

People passing by saw the situation in the shop and shook their heads and walked away...

The shop next to Wu's Grain Shop also hurriedly closed half of its door.

They all knew Zhou Xiucai. When he was the manager here, they were bullied a lot.

But he had a sister who was good at getting married and married into the Qin family. Although the Qin family was not prominent, it was still a small official family. The most important thing was that the Qin family had produced two wives of the Duke of Zhenguo!

Dukes, marquises, and earls, the first one in the row is the duke, who dares to provoke him?

As soon as the senior manager walked out of the room, he heard Zhou Youwei mocking him, "Oh, isn't this the senior manager? What? It's been a whole morning, have you discussed it with your young boss?"

When he spoke, he raised his head, his chin was so sharp that it looked like it could kill someone. His eyes were filled with sneers and his face showed disdain, as if he was some great person.

The senior manager saw that he spoke disrespectfully and kept calling him "Little Boss, Little Boss", and he became very angry.

But he thought of what the young lady had told him, and immediately hid his anger. He sneered twice: "Master Zhou, please be more respectful to our boss. We can discuss things only if we have something to discuss. What do you think?"

Zhou Youwei curled his lips, pulled a stool casually, and sat down with his legs crossed, not at all polite like a scholar: "Respect, right? Okay, after all, she has to call me uncle. This human ethics of filial piety cannot be violated, she has to respect and honor me!"

"You..." Director Gao really wanted to go up and teach him a lesson, but because of the people standing behind him, he had to suppress his anger.

These guys were sturdy and muscular, and they were obviously martial artists. Even if he called all the servants in the shop over, and added him, he would probably not be able to defeat them.

Another thing is that the food in the shop is important, it's all money. He has to take good care of it for the young lady and can't let Zhou Youwei, a scumbag, ruin it.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Youwei burst into laughter. He laughed and shook his legs, pointing to the people behind him, signaling to the manager: "Hurry up and take out the silver I want, otherwise, these gentlemen behind me will not eat vegetarian food!"

The people behind him immediately took a few steps forward when they heard this. The servants working in the shop saw that the men looked ferocious and ran to the wall to hide.

It’s not that they are timid, it’s just that these people look too scary and they don’t want to be implicated.

They just came here to work and earn some money, not to lose their lives.

Only the servant who looked thinner than the others did not step back, but ran cautiously behind the senior manager.

The senior management felt somewhat relieved when they saw this.

His name was Yuanbao, and he was a little beggar that Manager Gao had rescued from the roadside a month ago. He was dying and about to starve to death. Manager Gao saw that he was about the same age as his eldest grandson, so he felt sorry for him and took him back to the small courtyard behind the shop.

After a month, Yuanbao had become familiar with the shop. He didn't want to be a beggar anymore, and he also wanted to repay the kindness of the manager, so he helped in the shop all day long.

He does all kinds of work, but does not ask for any wages, just to repay his superiors and to have a meal at the same time.

The senior manager didn't say anything, which was considered as his tacit agreement.

"Master Gao, you... you... you have to be careful. These people are not good people. They... they... are the thugs in the gambling house." Yuanbao bent his body nervously and reminded Manager Gao as quietly as possible.

He was a little beggar, walking the streets all day, begging for money and food, and he knew all these places and people. The people in front of him were the thugs who often came to the biggest gambling house on Yongsheng Street.

The senior manager nodded quietly after hearing this, and kept thinking to himself: This is an opportunity!

He glanced at the arrogant Zhou Youwei and said, "Master Zhou, our boss said that we can give you these two thousand taels of silver."

Zhou Youwei immediately sat up straight, his eyes sparkling as he asked, "Really?"

The senior manager nodded: "Yes. But..."

"But what buts? Since your boss has said that he will give it to me, why are you pretending to be so high and mighty, you stinky slave? Go and get the silver for me, Master Zhou!" Zhou Youwei stood up from his chair excitedly and glared at the senior manager, as if he was afraid that if he was a little late, the silver would be wasted.