After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

He suddenly shook his head, stumbled, and almost bumped into General An. He held his forehead with one hand, his tongue seemed to be tied, and he said incoherently: "Brothers, please spare me, I really can't take it anymore, I feel dizzy..."

As he spoke, he burped loudly and tried hard to put on a drunken expression on his face.

He tried very hard to pretend to be drunk, but how could he hide it from these old foxes who had been working in the military camp for a long time and were used to seeing all kinds of cowardice and trickery?

General An was the first to disagree. He threw his arms around Fang Yin's neck and laughed so loudly that his ears went numb. "Don't try that on me! You managed to knock down three foreigners by yourself without blinking an eye. Your acting skills are worse than a new recruit's!"

"That's right! You're not pretending at all!"

"Punishment! You must drink three more cups! Pretending to be drunk is an even more serious offense!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the noise almost blew the roof off.

Fang Yin was exposed and could no longer hold it in. A helpless blush appeared on her face. She let go of General An and laughed with everyone else.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Fang Tong quickly came out to smooth things over.

He walked forward with a smile, took the wine glass from Fang Yin's hand, and said loudly to everyone at the table: "Brothers, generals! Today is my second brother's big day. He is very happy. This wine should be his."

"But please be understanding. A night of love is worth a thousand gold. If I really get him drunk, I won't be able to explain to the bride. So, on behalf of my second brother, I toast you three cups. Thank you brothers for coming to support us. We, the Fang family, will remember your friendship in our hearts. I'll drink first as a gesture of respect!"

After saying this, Fang Tong drank three cups in a row without changing his expression.

Since he was now of a different status and had given Fang Yin such respect, General An and the others did not want to bother him any further. They smiled and patted Fang Yin on the shoulder: "Alright, for Lord Fang's sake, I'll let you go today. But remember this drink for now, and I'll make it up to you next time!"

Fang Yin felt as if he had been pardoned. He bowed repeatedly and then "escaped" amid the laughter and scolding of the crowd.

Next came the tables of Fang Tong's colleagues. The atmosphere suddenly shifted from the boldness of a warrior to the reserve of a civil official. Fang Yin also restrained his expression, becoming polite and considerate, raising his glass to thank the gentlemen for coming.

When it came time to pay tribute to Lord Hao, Fang Yin paused slightly.

He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, a puzzled look on his face. His voice was neither too loud nor too low, just loud enough for the people at the nearby tables to hear faintly: "Master Hao? Oh—I remember now. I heard that there seemed to be a small misunderstanding between you and my third brother?"

He asked this question so casually, as if he was just saying it casually.

Lord Hao came to the wedding banquet today with the intention of spending money to avoid disaster and ease the relationship.

His face turned pale instantly, cold sweat was visibly seeping from his forehead, and the hand holding the wine glass was shaking slightly.

How could he dare admit it? He hurriedly forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a tight voice: "No, no, General Fang, you are too serious. It's all your fault... I was confused and ignorant before. Lord Fang is so broad-minded and has long since stopped arguing with me. It is my great fortune, my great fortune!"

He wished he could carve the words "I was wrong" on his forehead.

Fang Yin looked at him, who was so frightened that his soul was about to pass away, and found it funny. His goal was achieved, so he did not investigate further.

He stretched out his big hand and patted Lord Hao's shoulder heavily, the force almost making the frail Lord Hao stagger, but his tone was very "magnanimous": "Oh, I'm glad there's no misunderstanding. I was saying, my third brother is the most generous person. Lord Hao, eat and drink well!"

After saying that, he held the wine glass and walked to the next table as if nothing had happened.

Lord Hao was left frozen in place, feeling a numbness on his shoulder where Fang Yin had just patted him, and his official robe on his back was soaked with cold sweat. He had only one thought in his mind: This Fang family, from top to bottom, is really not a good family. I must avoid them next time I see them!

What he didn't know was that Fang Tong had invited him here on purpose. Besides collecting some "membership fees," he also wanted to see him looking so apprehensive. Fang Yin's previous move was merely a way to scare his brother, and it was incredibly effective.

After toasting his colleagues who needed to be alert and ready to deal with the situation, Fang Yin turned to a few tables with a relatively relaxed atmosphere, including Qian Fengping's business partner, Wu Dongjia.

Wu Dongjia wore a brand new royal blue satin robe today, trying hard to look respectable, but sitting among so many officials and generals, he still felt awkward and reserved.

He saw Fang Yin walking towards his table with a wine glass in hand. He stood up with a jerk, his waist bent very low, holding the wine glass in both hands, his face full of flattered smile, and even his voice trembled slightly: "General Fang, General Fang, congratulations! Congratulations!"

Although he is a businessman with a wealthy family, his status is far inferior to that of a general like Fang Yin who holds real power.

It was a great honor to receive an invitation. Now that the groom came to toast him in person, he felt his heart beating faster and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Seeing how nervous he was, Fang Yin couldn't help but laugh out loud, without any condescending tone.

He took a step forward, extended his hand to support Wu Dongjia, and said in a very casual tone: "Wu Dongjia, please take a seat. There is no need to be so polite. Everyone who comes here today is a guest of our Fang Yin, and even more so, a friend of our Fang family."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over the other unfamiliar businessmen at the table, and raised his voice a little to ensure that everyone at the surrounding tables could hear him: "Speaking of which, Mr. Wu is one of our Fang family's benefactors. In the early days, when my younger brothers and sisters were just starting out, we were able to rely on Mr. Wu's generous support and honest management. We, Fang Yin, will always remember this friendship."

When Wu Dongjia heard this, he was so excited that his face turned red and his eyes were even a little moist.

He never expected that Fang Yin, who was now of such a prominent status, would still remember these little things and give him such a big face in public!

His hands trembled with excitement, and his voice choked with sobs: "General, you are too kind. I am so grateful to Lord Mengfang and his wife for not abandoning me. This is my great blessing, a great blessing!"

He raised his glass and said, "I...I wish the general and his wife a long and happy marriage and a son soon. I'll drink first as a gesture of respect!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank every drop of wine in the glass.

Fang Yin smiled and nodded, then drank the wine in the glass.

Fang Tong casually said a few words to Wu Dongjia, indicating that everyone should eat and drink well, and then walked to the next table, leaving Wu Dongjia rubbing his hands excitedly, feeling that his life had reached its peak and he could brag about it to others for three years when he returned.