[My name is Xiao Qi
I’m a rich second-generation from Hang City
I have no worries about food or clothing, and I always have a big smile
Guo Bing is my good buddy, we are inseparable
But he has no backbone, actually acknowledging a thief as an uncle
I dissed him for his weakness, mocked him for his incompetence
Until this day
My mother brought that man in front of me
She said
From now on, he’s your uncle too
Be good, Xiao Qi
You need to be polite and respectful, bow down before him
Skr~]
Ever since watching "Rap of Huaxia," Shao Xiaoqi became a youth passionate about rap, but he never expected that his first surge of inspiration in this lifetime would happen under such circumstances.
Was there any justice left?
Any morality?
Shao Xiaoqi simply couldn’t believe it, he was just there to get some food from his mom, maybe get a bit of allowance, and he bumped into Zhou Wang.
This man’s like a ghost, popping up everywhere!
The key issue was that, when Shao Xiaoqi didn’t know how to react, he noticed the stern look in Luo Meiling’s eyes.
Luo Meiling was a gentle and well-mannered woman, she rarely looked at him that way unless, in her heart, Zhou Wang held a very important place.
Shao Xiaoqi immediately understood, he couldn’t escape this predicament...
He could only grit his teeth, muster a smile worse than crying, and nod towards Zhou Wang, "Hel...Hello, Uncle Zhou!"
"Use the honorifics!"
Luo Meiling was still dissatisfied; she was aware her son was a classic spoiled brat, but Shao Xiaoqi’s only redeeming quality was that he never lost his manners in front of other elders and friends.
If it weren’t for that, Luo Meiling wouldn’t have felt comfortable bringing him to dinner, but Shao Xiaoqi’s current performance made Luo Meiling feel somewhat embarrassed.
Are you smiling or mourning?
"Hello, hello... Uncle Zhou!"
Shao Xiaoqi couldn’t keep it in; his smile remained just as awkward, but Zhou Wang didn’t mind at all.
He was also trying hard to keep his expression in check, afraid he might actually burst out laughing.
How could it be that both of you brothers are so amusing?
Zhou Wang truly didn’t expect Luo Meiling’s good son to actually be Shao Xiaoqi. Looking at it this way, maybe Luo Meiling was older than he thought, but she maintained herself extremely well...
"Xiao Qi, how’s it going!"
With great effort to control his expression, Zhou Wang shook hands with Shao Xiaoqi and, to avoid the trouble of explaining, gave Shao Xiaoqi some face by pretending this was their first meeting...
In his heart, however, he was plotting, feeling like he could create a new group in his WeChat collection besides "Sales Collectors", perhaps a "nephew" group.
Guo Bing from Magic City, Shao Xiaoqi in front of him, Young Master Zhang who didn’t know about his seniority drop, and Cheng Qing, the son of Yi County’s richest man Cheng Jingtian...
"Taking shape."
Or maybe gather them into a group called "Uncle Zhou Wang and His Good Nephews"...
Zhou Wang was pondering his playful thoughts without missing a beat in his pleasantries, and soon everyone took their seats. Miao Ying went back to the suite first, and Xiao An would arrange her dinner.
She didn’t like these gatherings to begin with, and Zhou Wang wouldn’t force her.
The main seat was left open, and the four of them sat on the other side. After a bit of polite pushing, Zhou Wang and Luo Meiling ended up in the middle, Zhang Shihao on Zhou Wang’s left, and Shao Xiaoqi next to Luo Meiling on the right.
Since the dishes were ordered by Luo Meiling, they were those signature dishes again; they were fine for one or two times, but by the third time, Zhou Wang found he was already getting tired of them.
This was partly due to the distinct taste of Zhejiang cuisine, which focuses on its original flavors (without chili, it feels bland). Meanwhile, Zhou Wang, at heart, was a man who loved new things, preferring to chase novel experiences...
The wine was brought directly by Luo Meiling, an interesting pair of Maotai bottles, just the "Sheep-Horse Combo."
"I heard Mr. Zhang say Mr. Zhou was born in 2002, so he’s a horse, just one year older than my Xiao Qi. The first zodiac Maotai was also Horse Maotai, so I brought a whole case over, then thought maybe it was a bit monotonous, so I brought a case of Sheep Maotai too..."
As she had the waiter bring the wine over, Luo Meiling explained with a small smile.
In Maotai’s zodiac series, both Horse Maotai and Sheep Maotai are the most expensive products. Horse Maotai, being the first, currently sells for over 15,000 yuan a bottle.
And Sheep Maotai, due to Maotai’s "accidental" shortage in production, became rarer, with its price even surpassing Horse Maotai, at times approaching 30,000 yuan per bottle.
"Ms. Luo, you opened a whole case? That’s a bit of a pity..."
Zhou Wang responded with a smile.
"Why?"
It was hard to tell whether Luo Meiling was genuinely confused or pretending; she blinked her beautiful eyes and asked in puzzlement.
"Brother Zhou’s referring to the collection value. Once you open a six-pack, you’ve invisibly lost tens of thousands."
Zhang Shihao pitched in with a chuckle.
"If it were to entertain others, I might be a bit reluctant, but for you two, breaking open a case, even a whole vehicle, would be worth it."
Luo Meiling spoke with a light grin.
Even though it was standard politeness, coming from a gentle middle-aged woman, it still felt as refreshing as a spring breeze.
"Xiao Qi, what are you waiting for, hurry up and pour the wine for your Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zhou... you’ll have a little yourself today too."