In fact, without Ye Wudao going to drink, the canteen in the village took the initiative to bring fine wine and cigarettes.

The restaurant also tinkered with a table of delicious dishes.

Ye Wudao gave them money, but they refused to accept it.

Didn't they bring good wine and food to curry favor with the old Zhaotou family?

The old Zhao head was in a good mood, he ate meat and drank heavily, and his laughter never stopped.

Half an hour later, thunder roared over Xiaoyitun, and it didn't take long for pea-sized raindrops to slant down.

A rare rain in years.

Old Zhao Tou carried the wine bottle and staggered to the door, looking at the drifting heavy rain, his eyes were rosy.

"My son, Jackie Chan."

"He is the only one in the sky and the earth, who is the only one who commands the wind and calls the rain, and covers the sky with only one hand!"

He raised his head and clucked the wine in the bottle dry.

Then, fell to the ground.

Ye Wudao was quick with his eyes, and supported Lao Zhao's head: "Godfather, you have drunk too much, go and rest."

Old Zhao was already drunk into a pool of mud, but he kept muttering: "Sanwa, you're good, okay, your godfather didn't see the wrong person..."

After sending Lao Zhaotou back to the room, Sister Xiaowen said, "Sanwa, the dowry you gave today is too precious, and my sister can't bear it."

"You'd better take it and use it yourself."

Ye Wudao said, "Sister, don't belittle yourself."

"My sister, Ye Wudao, can't afford to enjoy the highest level of glory and wealth in the world."

"I also think that these dowries are not good enough for you."

Seeing Ye Wudao's resolute attitude, Sister Xiaowen had to settle for the next best thing: "Well, let me keep the jewelry as a souvenir."

"As for the plane and the project, you have to take it."

"I don't know how to fly. Wouldn't it be a waste to stay..."

Ye Wudao: "I'll give you a pilot."

"Pfft!" Sister Xiaowen laughed: "You guys are quite responsive, forget it, I'm afraid of heights, and I don't dare to take the plane."

"As for that project, I don't have culture or management. Even if you give it to me, it will be corrupted in my hands sooner or later..."

Ye Wudao said: "It's okay, Miss Wen, you, the big boss, don't have to do anything every day, just count the money."

"The specific construction and operation work is handed over to the subordinates to do a good job."

Sister Xiaowen looked embarrassed: "Hey, I'm an ignorant rural child, how could they possibly obey my orders, they're afraid of secretly making bad things and delaying this project..."

Ye Wudao thought for a while and said, "Sister Xiaowen, let's do this, I will merge this project into my Daoling Group."

"At that time, there will be a group to support you, and no one will dare to trick you in secret and deceive you."

Sister Xiaowen glanced at Mother Zhao.

Mother Zhao smiled and said, "Since it's Sanwa's heart, Xiaowen, please accept it."

Xiaowen nodded.

Ye Wudao said to Zhao's mother again: "Godmother, I came this time mainly to bring you and godfather to the city to enjoy happiness."

"Pack up your luggage and leave tomorrow."

Mother Zhao smiled and shook her head: "Sanwa, your godmother has taken your heart."

"But, we were born here, we grew up here, our roots are here, and we have long since been integrated with the village. Going to other places will only be tormented."

"You really want to be filial to us, just come back and see us more."

How does Ye Wudao persuade, Zhao mother just doesn't let go, Ye Wudao can only reluctantly agree.

The godparents and godmothers are so old, they are really easy to adapt to the environment if they leave here.

Sister Xiaowen suddenly took out a note from her pocket and handed it to Ye Wudao: "Sanwa, do you still remember this thing?"

Ye Wudao carefully unfolded the paper, only glanced at it, and immediately blushed. JrNovels.com