Lin Laowu and his son looked at each other. Although they didn’t know much about the Linchuan Merchant Gang, they knew that Jiang Qin’s family seemed to have more status than his in-laws.
If I had known this was the case, I would have just opened two more tables. What would I do to save this money? It’s a good thing now, the most valuable people are all crowded to eat at the table with the most people.
Brother Lin Peng sighed dullly and glanced at the cousin’s brother sitting in front of the boss, walking back and forth, chatting and laughing, and his expression gradually became sad.
After the banquet, everyone had almost eaten. Some had eaten well, some were angry, and some were not full, but it was almost time.
Seeing that the show was about to end, Jiang Zhenghong patted his belly and suddenly realized a problem: “The belt Nan Shu gave me seems to be still at Lin Laowu’s house.”
“You came here without wearing a belt?” Jiang Qin looked stunned.
“No, Lin Peng said that my belt was fake and it was bad for people to see it, so he gave me a new one.”
As Jiang Zhenghong spoke, he called Lin Peng: “Peng, we will leave soon and will not go to your house again. Can you bring me the belt back?”
Lin Peng was stunned for a moment: “Uncle, just use mine. I think this one suits you quite well. Yours is too young.”
“My daughter-in-law gave it to me. No matter how good yours is, I can’t exchange it with you.”
Jiang Qin: “?”
Lin Peng was a little embarrassed: “But I can’t leave yet. I have to send it off to my relatives later. Otherwise, I will take it back to you before the Chinese New Year.”
Jiang Zhenghong scratched his head: “That’s okay…”
Jiang Qin almost choked: “Dad, you are too ambitious. That belt is worth thirty thousand yuan.”
“????”
Yuan Youqin was also startled: “Didn’t you say three hundred yuan?”
Jiang Qin rubbed his nose: “Aren’t I afraid that you won’t accept it if I say too much? But think about it, can the thing Feng Nanshu gave you be fake?”
Jiang Zhenghong turned to look at Lin Peng: “Peng, why don’t I go back with you to get it.”
“Uncle, don’t worry. I’ll make some arrangements and then go back with you. You guys wait here for me for a while.”
After Lin Peng finished speaking, he ran to the backstage and bumped into Wang Cuimei and his father-in-law: “What are you doing in such a hurry?”
“Uncle Jiang’s belt was left at our house. He said it was worth thirty thousand yuan. Is there really such an expensive belt?”
Wang Cuimei thought of the poor relative’s LV, and her face changed instantly: “If it is really possible, look at the attitude of the bosses just now, it may indeed be true.”
Lin Peng swallowed: “Forget it, I’d better go back and get it. I don’t worry about others going there.”
Seeing Lin Peng leave, Wang Cuimei turned to look at Wang Jianxiang, feeling aggrieved like a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds: “Dad, their family seems to have a great relative. Will I be bullied in the future?”