"Grandpa." Mo Zechuan bowed slightly and performed a half-bow.
Xu Jing also followed behind him, bowed his head and saluted.
Large families have their own rules, and these rules are unbreakable. They not only constrain people's behavior, but also represent the dignity of the family that cannot be violated.
Anyone who wants to deal with the Mohists must abide by the rules in front of their elders, no one is an exception.
The others were already used to it, and seeing the old man scolding his grandson, they walked away consciously.
Only Zhou Shaoheng from the Zhou family came over with a thermos cup in hand. He smiled and saluted Mr. Mo, saying, "Old man, you are in great shape. You are still as charming as ever."
"Alas, I'm old and useless." He trembled and leaned on his cane, groping for a walk. As he was about to head towards the center, Xu Jing nudged Mo Zechuan and gave him a look.
Mo Zechuan immediately understood and stepped forward to help the old man. He and Zhou Shaoheng helped him to a high position on his left and right.
Only then did Mr. Mo take a serious look at the seemingly well-behaved and obedient person standing to the side below.
If he hadn't winked at his grandson, he wouldn't have been able to get off the stage.
He looks young, but I didn't expect him to be so sensible about current affairs.
"What's your name?"
Xu Jing knew he was being pointed at, so he calmly and respectfully replied, "Zhou Jinxi, flowers are embellished with brocade, and the floating light melts into a stream."
"That's a nice name." Old Master Mo hummed twice, then suddenly laughed and said, "He and the Zhou family kid are from the same family."
"Who says it's not?" Zhou Shaoheng said with a smile: "Old man, you don't know that there are so many people with the surname Zhou, and not every cat or dog is worthy of being my family member."
Look, this is another way to put on some eye drops for him.
It is obvious that he is using Zhou Shaoheng to humiliate himself and make him give up.
Xu Jingcai refused to tolerate this evil trend and said bluntly: "When the Zhou emperor defeated King Zhou and established the Xin Dynasty, he never said that the surname Zhou was lowly and that anyone could be worthy of the surname Zhou."
"You..." Zhou Shaoheng glared at him. He didn't expect that an actor could use history to point at him. He was really brave.
Everyone knew that no matter how powerful the Zhou family was, they couldn't even be considered an aristocratic family. After going through so many hardships, they were left with only a foundation. If it weren't for his friendship with Mr. Mo, they might have been wiped out long ago.
Even though the Zhou family is in decline now, a poor boy cannot have any say in it.
In front of Mr. Mo and Mo Zechuan, Zhou Shaoheng didn't necessarily roll up his sleeves and slap him in the face. He could only sneer and say.
"What a clever young man you are! Where are you now? You look young, so you should still be in school. Don't get involved in adult matters. Go back to school."
Xu Jing didn't give in and smiled as well. He opened his mouth and shot back, "I'm currently a trainee at Mr. Mo's company. I have such a bright future ahead of me, I just can't bear to give up and go to school."
Unlike Uncle Zhou, you have no choice but to socialize to make a living for your family. I really feel sorry for you.
What has happened in the family that is worth you running around for it even in your retirement age?
It's really disappointing and a waste of your hard work, Uncle Zhou."
Zhou Shaoheng flew into a rage, ignoring the Mo family members present and directly retorting, "How dare you, an ignorant child, speak so arrogantly in front of me? You've read more books than I've eaten. You're not worthy of being called the Emperor of Zhou or the family."
"I don't know if I'm worthy or not, I just know that you're probably not worthy of the Zhou surname."
Zhou Shaoheng stared in anger. Seeing Mo Zechuan standing next to him, he knew he couldn't attack him. He could only say sarcastically, "You little brat, you haven't been to school for many years. Don't you know that the Zhou emperor's surname is Ji? Besides, he's been dead for thousands of years. How can you tell whether what he said is true or false?"
Just as Mo Zechuan was about to speak, Old Master Mo smiled and said, "Just let him speak. Xiao Zhou is much more eloquent than us old gentlemen. He's really a newborn calf who's not afraid of a tiger."
Mo Zechuan could only walk up to him angrily, pull his sleeve, and whispered, "Stop talking, at least give Uncle Zhou some face. Otherwise..."
So what if so.
Xu Jing never gives anyone the chance to overpower him, and he has no scruples, so naturally he doesn't speak very politely.
"You just now know that the Zhou emperor's surname is Ji.
I thought you came to correct my mistake from the beginning, but I didn't expect that I would have to think about it before I knew it.
It seems that your brain is really confused and slow and useless.
No wonder.”
Xu Jing sighed softly, feeling quite regretful.
"No wonder the Zhou family is in such a state of decline now. It seems like each generation is getting worse than the last. They've been living off their savings and have completely bankrupted themselves."
"You." Zhou Shaoheng couldn't help it this time. Even if Mo Zechuan was protecting him, he would still slap Zhou Jinxi a few times and make him spit out his sharp teeth.
He rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action when Mo Zechuan shouted, "Uncle Zhou, what are you going to do?"
"Nephew Mo, please get out of the way. I have to teach this ignorant brat a lesson on behalf of his parents."
Moreover, Zhou Shaoheng was certain that with Zhou Jinxi's background, no one would support him even if he slapped them a few times.
No matter how poor the Zhou family was, they were still bigger than a horse. It was definitely not something a poor family like him could compare to.
Just as the slap was about to fall, Xu Jing intercepted his hand mid-air and swung it back with a smile. However, Zhou Shaoheng lost control of his strength and fell flat on his face.
"Stop making trouble. Zechuan, go and help your Uncle Zhou up." Mo Zechuan followed Old Master Mo's instructions and helped the man up. Zhou Shaoheng was about to make a fuss, but he immediately wilted after Old Master Mo glared at him.
Even if Mr. Mo had retired gloriously, he was still a figure not to be provoked. He didn't need to irritate Mr. Mo for a small role.
"I'm talking to Xiao Zhou."
Zhou Shaoheng lowered his head and responded.
After taking a look at Zhou Jinxi, Mr. Mo smiled and said, "I think this young man is quite interesting. You should also take him to your family group for a good gathering. It will give you something to do during the holidays, right?"
"I dare not disobey the old man." Zhou Shaoheng immediately changed his expression, walked up to him with a smile, patted him on the back, and said, "Young people are really fearless. They dare to think and act. They are much better than our kid. Save Uncle Zhou's number and introduce him to you under a new name."
Mr. Mo's words were like a return to one's roots. The two of them had been arguing for so long, and it seemed that in the eyes of these bigwigs, he was just a clown, a mere tool to please them.
Mo Zechuan tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to accept immediately. After all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he could be included in the Zhou family tree, he would be considered part of Mo Zechuan's circle. Although he was fundamentally different from these wealthy generations, he could still move around in the circle.
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