After three rounds of drinks, it was already half past one.

The frequency of drinking gradually decreased, and everyone focused on chatting.

The prince, who had drunk quite a bit of wine, began to talk more.

"My dear, although today is the day to welcome you, I still can't help but say something."

He held the wine glass and turned to Lin Qingqing on his right: "Lin Yeshuai, thank you, thank you for everything you have done for China, and thank you for choosing us to make things better and better."

Seeing that Wang Gong was getting off track, Xiao Gong patted Wang Gong on the shoulder and said, "Old Wang, you've drunk so much today, and you haven't had a proper drink with me yet. Come on."

The prince held up the wine glass and shook his head like a rattle: "I can't drink with you. This glass of wine is for General Lin." As he said that, he turned around and looked at Lin Qingqing.

It's obvious from his dazed look that he's drunk.

Everyone looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads.

Lin Qingqing blinked and squeezed Song Yiyuan's palm with her hand under the table.

Wang Gong was about to speak when a loud voice outside the door interrupted him: "Oh, there's a big happy event today! So many people are here! I just passed by the door and heard laughter inside, so I came in to take a look. Prince, you don't mind, do you?"

As Mr. Xu was talking, he naturally walked to the table.

Normally, if someone comes, the guard at the door should notify them first.

Xu Gong probably didn't let the guards inform him.

Ordinary guards naturally wouldn't dare to offend someone of his status.

Besides, people entering and leaving Huayuan will be strictly searched at the guard post at the door, and no cold weapons are allowed to be brought in, so it is relatively safe.

Everyone looked at Xu Gong and Dai Gong coming in one after another, and the smiles on their faces slowly disappeared.

Lin Qingqing and Song Yiyuan frowned at the same time.

It really is haunting.

Mr. Xu has not been to the village for a week.

On the evening of the 13th, she was having dinner at Mr. Zhang's private residence. Halfway through, she received a call from the guard at home, who said that Mr. Xu was waiting for her on the road outside the village.

So, when she returned to Tang, she went around most of the village and returned home through a small road.

The next day, I heard from the guards that Xu Gong's convoy did not leave until two o'clock in the morning.

She thought Xu Gong knew her attitude and had given up on the matter.

I didn't expect it to come back.

Political Commissar Wang naturally knew Xu Gong's identity and importance.

He quickly glanced around at everyone at the table, stood up, and said with a friendly smile, "Mr. Xu, I've just arrived in Kyoto and am not familiar with many places yet, so I've invited the colleagues I've recently worked with to come to my house for dinner so we can get to know each other better and discuss how to proceed with future work. The dishes on the table are almost gone, and I'm embarrassed to add more for you and Mr. Dai. Why don't you sit on the sofa? I'll finish here soon."

Political Commissar Wang has been the political commissar for so many years, and his words are flawless.

It not only humiliated Mr. Xu, but also showed his own position and attitude.

The waters in Kyoto are muddy, and he must find a team to join, otherwise he might be thrown down at any time.

But for Mr. Xu, who gets a headache whenever he sees Mr. Zhang, it is too easy for him to find fault with everything.

He glanced at the dishes on the table with a smile.

"Oh, everyone says the You family's economy is doing well. It really is. Yesterday, I invited Mr. Dai and a few others to my house to discuss business. Since it was dinner time, I invited them to have a simple meal. My four vegetables and an egg soup were really shabby compared to Mr. Wang's three meat dishes, six small side dishes, four stir-fries, and eight bottles of special wine."

Now that they have made their stance clear, he must teach them a lesson.

In this era, the poorer you are, the more glorious you are.

If word got out about what Xu Gong said casually, people would definitely say that Political Commissar Wang lived an extravagant life and did not follow a simple lifestyle.

In addition, given the situation of the You family behind him, it is very likely that he would be labeled as an extravagant capitalist.

It would also be a bad reputation if the You family was brought along at that time.

Political Commissar Wang secretly exerted force on the table with his hands, and his face became a little stiff.

The family members' expressions became increasingly serious.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

Everyone knew that Xu Gong had come with ill intentions, so they narrowed their eyes and thought about how to refute Xu Gong.

If Political Commissar Wang develops a reputation for extravagance right after taking office, it will definitely affect his future work.

"I brought all the food."

Lin Qingqing spoke and stood up to face Xu Gong.

"I'm under the care of Lord Zhang, and because everyone's work has been going smoothly over the past year, I've never treated everyone to a meal, so I sent food and wine to Lord Wang in advance. I'm doing you a favor by borrowing your family's help. Everyone knows that Lord Wang and I have a deep bond."

She emphasized the words "deeply sentimental" and suddenly saw Xu Gong's expression become complicated.