Sun Bo saw him and greeted him respectfully.
That he is humble?
Are these rules feudal remnants?
It doesn't matter.
The husband gives a lot, he does it happily, and naturally others have no room to complain.
The so-called unhappiness is nothing more than getting less.
I believe that most people, faced with a monthly salary of hundreds of thousands, are willing to work like slaves for their boss.
It's three to five thousand. If you dare to speak loudly to me, I will kill you.
You get what you pay for.
"The winner has come and said he wants to pay respect to his ancestors."
Si Ming's expression remained unchanged as he sat down at the dining table.
He said lightly, "Go away."
He basically never came back in previous years, so he arranged security personnel for the old house, and those people couldn't get in at all.
This time, I probably heard that he was back and wanted to try my luck.
What's worse, if he showed any good face to them, that group of people would take advantage of him and ask for benefits.
Sun Bo asked someone to convey Si Ming's words to the people outside.
The old man who took the lead was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"This is our Ying family's old house. We are all descendants of Ying family. We are not even allowed to offer sacrifices to our ancestors. What do you want to do?"
The security director looked at them with a stern expression.
No concessions at all.
"What for? When our master didn't come back, you didn't come to worship our ancestors."
"What's your plan? Do you really think we don't know?"
"Don't treat others like fools."
"If you were really smart, you wouldn't be here right now."
"I won't be buried soon and still have accomplished nothing."
His words were harsh, but who cared?
That's the truth.
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