Chapter 233: Feeling Proud
Steward Mao sneered angrily, "You all work under our young master now! What's your attitude?"
Zhao Liya was stunned.
Seeing this, Butler Mao seemed to have already caught her, and snorted proudly: "I tell you, things are different now. Since you are all working under our young master, you should be obedient! Otherwise-"
Otherwise what? Butler Mao wanted to threaten fiercely, but he was a little stuck.
After all, firstly, the Zhao family is not the servants of the Mao family, and secondly, they did not ask for any reward for doing this, so it seems a little difficult to threaten them.
A light bulb went off in his head, and he had an idea: "If you don't do your job honestly, forget about doing this job!"
What did the Zhao family seek? Fame!
What they want to do is win over people's hearts! In this case, they are naturally reluctant to quit.
As expected, Zhao Liya's expression changed slightly when she heard this, and her tone softened a bit: "Butler Mao, please don't be too difficult. We need to discuss everything properly, right?"
Steward Mao, believing he had the Zhao family's lifeblood firmly in his grasp, was overjoyed, his brows raised high, and he grew even more arrogant. "Isn't this just a matter of negotiation? I'm being easygoing. If you anger our young master, humph, you'll be in for a rough time!"
"Butler Mao——"
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and make arrangements! This is a big deal, and it's also the first time our young master will be in public. We have to make sure it's done well. If you don't go now, it will be too late."
Hu Ling, Lin Mo and the others all glared at him, "You——"
“Let’s go!”
Zhao Liya interrupted Hu Ling's angry words without saying anything, "Butler Mao, please go over there and wait. We'll be there soon."
Steward Mao snorted, as proud as a rooster that had won a fight: "Hurry up, don't delay!"
"We'll be there in a bit!"
Butler Mao was finally satisfied. He glanced at Hu Ling and others who were enduring but dared not speak out, and left triumphantly.
Fight him? Fight the Mao family? Oh, isn't this finally finding their weakness?
I’ve been told that our young master is the county magistrate’s brother-in-law. How can anyone else compare to him?
Fighting with your own young master, huh!
As soon as Butler Mao left, Hu Ling angrily punched the air, "I'm so pissed! Why did Aya agree to him? This guy is too much!"
"That's right," Yu Xiaofang said angrily, "Do you want me to give them some medicine?"
Lin Mo's eyes flickered and he smiled, "Are you guys overreacting a bit? Maybe Aya has another idea?"
Qu Yutao smiled and said, "That's what I said too. My cousin must have an idea."
Zhao Liya snorted, "My father is right. The county magistrate is just afraid of me. He is a little too petty."
Her father was still a fugitive, could he possibly do anything to harm the county magistrate? Her father was a scholar, could he possibly transform himself into a fierce bandit and incite the people to rule the mountain?
"Since someone wants to pick peaches, let him pick them."
It depends on whether he can pick it or not.
Zhao Liya and the others went over there quickly and followed the instructions of Butler Mao to do all the cleaning and arrangements.
Manager Mao is domineering and always keeps asking for things.
As long as Zhao Liya and others showed a little bit of displeasure or impatience, and couldn't help but argue with him, he would retort: If you don't obey my orders, then don't get involved in this matter!
It works every time.
Butler Mao was so happy to see them swallowing their anger.
When all the village heads and villagers had arrived, Steward Mao yelled at everyone to find a place to stand—they definitely couldn't sit. Who the heck were these peasants? The young master was willing to lecture them; it was a blessing they'd accumulated over eight lifetimes. Of course, they had to stand and listen respectfully. How could they even think of sitting?
Haha, are they worthy?
The villagers couldn't help but complain, "What's going on? Why aren't people even allowed to sit down?"
It wasn't like this last time.
Hu Ling and Lin Mo calmly persuaded Butler Mao to leave, saying that they would definitely talk to the villagers and let them do as he said.
If this man continues to shout and yell like this, the villagers will get angry and start a fight with him, maybe even a fight. That will ruin their plans.
Butler Mao thought Hu Ling and Lin Mo were just trying to "share his worries" and curry favor with him, and he was very pleased with it. He sneered as if it was a gift, "If that's the case, then hurry up and don't let those peasants spoil the young master's fun!"
If the county magistrate hadn't issued an order, would the young master have endured such injustice?
You need to take care of these crude peasants yourself!
Hu Ling wanted to punch his nose and break it.
After much anticipation, Mao Dexing finally arrived.
Of course, he couldn't go to the scene right after getting off the carriage. Instead, he went to the flower hall that had been decorated in advance by Butler Mao first, to wash his face, drink tea and rest. It was so hot, and the young master had to travel all the way from the city by carriage. It was not easy!
"Master, please listen to what this old servant says."
Steward Mao told Mao Dexing everything that happened in the morning with great joy, especially the glorious deeds of Zhao Liya, Hu Ling and others that left them speechless. He had to talk about them in detail.
Mao Dexing was surprised and happy, and couldn't help laughing heartily!
"Good, good, that's great! You old man are quite useful!"
"Serving the young master is my duty as an old slave, haha!"
"Hahahaha! Okay!"
Mao Dexing had suffered so much frustration and anger, but now all the frustration was gone and he felt refreshed!
After having enough fun, Mao Dexing finally came on stage with great fanfare.
What did Mao Dexing know? He wasn't out to help the villagers get rich; he was looking for trouble and targeting the Zhao family.
Therefore, he didn't even look at the villagers below him. His eyes were full of condescending disdain and disdain. His tone was also condescending, like almsgiving.
Of course, what was said was not very pleasant.
Even if the villagers are not smart, who can't read people's expressions?
Who can’t feel whether the other party is kind or contemptuous?
No matter how awesome you are, Young Master Mao, that's your business. No one has ever eaten your rice or taken any benefits from your family. Why should we have to endure your anger?
Before he even did anything, his old butler, who looked like a fifty-foot-tall man, started shouting.
"If our young master hadn't spoken for you in front of the county magistrate, would you have wanted to be here today? Oh, no way!"
"You must listen to what the young master says! Don't forget that our young master is the leader!"
"Who is our young master? Who are you? It's a blessing for you that the young master is willing to take care of your affairs. Don't be ungrateful. You must know how to repay the kindness!"
(End of this chapter)
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