Chapter 354: Poor Relatives, Rich Relatives
The next morning, the drizzle stopped, but the air was still a little chilly. Cao Guangyu and his friends had already gotten up early to go to class, and the dormitory was empty.
After washing up, Jiang Qin put on a sweatshirt, tidied his hair a little, and found the word "handsome" written in the mirror, so he raised the corners of his mouth and went downstairs.
He was not familiar with his cousins in Linchuan, and he agreed to attend the wedding just to pick up the couple, so he didn't dress up specially.
Suit and tie?
That's a configuration that even a gorgeous rich lady like Feng Nanshu would covet, and it would be embarrassing to outsiders.
Jiang Qin fastened his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator, and thought that he would rely on this handsome face to eat and drink for free today.
After arriving at the hotel and picking up Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong, the three of them did not delay any further and immediately headed for Oriental Meijing in South City District.
As soon as they arrived at the gate of the community, they saw a long line of inflatable red arches with the words "groom Lin Peng, bride Wang Cuimei" written on them. There were about seven or eight of them. There was also a lion dance team taking a rest on the side of the road, drinking big gulps of mineral water.
The community was obviously full of cars, and a bunch of relatives were standing at the door of the unit chatting. The ground was covered with firecracker debris mixed with last night's rain, so Jiang Qin made another detour and parked the car in front of a shop on the side.
At the same time as he turned off the engine, a car on the opposite side also turned off the engine.
After the people in the two cars got out, they first looked at each other, and then saw Jiang Zhenghong with a surprised expression.
"Third brother?"
"Zhenghong, long time no see, is that you?"
Jiang Zhenghong went over to shake hands with him: "The last time we met was when Xiaowen got married, right? It must have been seven or eight years ago."
"Yes, he has been here for seven or eight years. This is...your son?"
"Yes, my son Jiang Qin. Jiang Qin, this is your third uncle."
Jiang Qin greeted him immediately and took out a cigarette from his pocket: "Hello, uncle. I haven't seen you before, but I feel that you are much younger than my father."
The third uncle laughed for a long time, then suddenly saw the brand of cigarettes, and then looked down at the car: "Hey..."
To be honest, there has been a huge economic difference between Jeju and Limcheon in the past two years. Jeju is just a small county town, while Limcheon is a heavy industrial city after all. Relatives living here subconsciously think that relatives in Jeju are poor.
But when he saw Jiang Zhenghong's family driving an Audi, the third uncle couldn't help but be stunned. However, he didn't say much. He just looked at Jiang Qin carefully and felt that the boy looked a little familiar.
The third uncle’s real name was Lin Dehuai. He also came to the banquet with his family. His daughter, who was three years older than Jiang Qin and had already graduated, was named Lingling. She came over to say hello and called everyone one by one.
"Where does Lingling work?"
"Still looking. This girl has high standards and is not willing to work for ordinary companies."
"That's right, there's no rush to find a job. You have to be selective."
The two families talked as they walked toward the community, then arrived at the groom's house and found that the living room, which was neither too big nor too small, was already full of people.
The obvious regional division is that Jeju has its own small group with fewer people and not much conversation, while Linchuan has a large group of people with their families, eating melon seeds and drinking tea, and the atmosphere is very lively.
After Jiang Qin's family walked in, the relatives from Jeju started to say hello, but the relatives from Linchuan were a bit indifferent, with only a few familiar faces saying hello.
Boss Jiang was like a little Karami at this time. Seeing that there was no stool in the room, he pulled up his trouser legs and squatted by the wall, looking around.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a sign placed under the coffee table.
It said that the bride's dowry was 250,000 yuan, a fully furnished apartment, and a car.
Jiang Qin reached out and took it out to take a look, and thought to himself, this is incredible. Although the relatives from the two places have not had much contact in recent years, they do have some blood things in common.
For example, he's hanging out with a rich woman, but from Jiang Qin's point of view, the one the groom is hanging out with is nothing compared to the one in his own family.
"How's it going, Jiang Qin? Are you envious? You should learn from your brother Lin Peng when it comes to finding a partner. You can save yourself a dozen years of hard work."
Jiang Qin looked up and saw an old lady wearing a red cheongsam, a gold bracelet, and a head of curly hair.
Jiang Zhenghong reached out and patted Jiang Qin on the shoulder: "This is your Fifth Aunt, the mother of the groom."
"Oh, Auntie, congratulations, I hope you will have a grandson soon."
"Aren't you going to get married soon? Do you have a partner?"
Jiang Qin smiled shyly: "Auntie, I'm still in school, so I'm not in a hurry to find a partner."
Yuan Youqin suddenly kicked him from behind: "Behave yourself, stop shaking your legs so much, it's so unruly."
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Jiang Qin stopped shaking and returned the sign. It was then passed around by many relatives who were interested in it and read by many of them. They were all full of praise for it.
Nowadays, a dowry of twenty-five yuan and a motor home is like pie in the sky.
The groom's mother was Niu Xianglan, a person who was extremely particular about pomp and appearance. She was so happy to hear everyone's praise that she couldn't stop smiling. She also cue Jiang Qin many times, teaching him how to find a partner with a good family, which annoyed Yuan Youqin.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of gongs and drums downstairs. It sounded like the bride was coming. Niu Xianglan didn't have time to share her experience and went downstairs to greet her immediately.
Besides the feast, the most important thing about a wedding is to see the bride. But when they got downstairs, everyone couldn't help smacking their lips, thinking that the bride was a bit old, must she be over 35? And why was she so fat?
The groom was only 26 years old, 1.7 meters tall, and looked to weigh only 120 kilograms. Standing in front of the bride, the contrast was a bit too strong.
Then they served tea, changed their names, ate noodles, and there was music and dance in the house. After the ceremony, the bride changed her clothes and called Lin Peng and his family over.
"Mom, let me tell you something. Some of my dad's business partners suddenly decided to come. You have to reserve a table for them."
"Ah? But when we order banquets, we always order according to quantity." Niu Xianglan was a little embarrassed.
Wang Cuimei frowned: "These people are all the bosses of Linchuan, the gods of wealth. It is a great honor for our family that they can come to the wedding banquet. If you don't arrange it for me, I won't get married!"
Niu Xianglan scheduled the wedding banquet for after National Day because she was afraid that too many children would come and she would have to set up more tables. Unexpectedly, she still had to go to that time on the wedding day.
"That's easy to say, but adding one more table costs one more table."
Niu Xianglan frowned and muttered, but didn't say it out loud: "How about this, I'll go out and discuss it with your dad and figure out what to do."
Lin Laowu and Niu Xianglan had the same idea. They didn't want to add more tables, and the solution was simple. They just freed up a table from the already scheduled banquet and let the extra guests move to other tables.
But they booked a table for fifteen people to save money. If they wanted to add more people, what would the other guests do? In the end, it was Lin Peng's father who made the final decision and asked the relatives in Jeju to vacate a table and sit at other tables in Jeju.
Why? Because the relatives in Limcheon see each other every day, but it doesn’t matter for the relatives in Jeju, they only see each other during festivals.
You will have enough clothes and food to wear, but you will become poor if you don’t plan well.
Niu Xianglan thought it was okay and just made do with it, so she went back to the bedroom and discussed it with her daughter-in-law.
"My dad's friends have to sit at the front table. You can't put them in the corners!"
"That's easy. Just ask our relatives to move the table to the back and vacate the front one, right?"
After listening to this, Wang Cuimei nodded, which immediately made Niu Xianglan feel relieved. Marrying an old girl from a good family can indeed allow her son to work less for a few years, but it is also equivalent to marrying an ancestor.
Seeing his mother walk out, Lin Peng couldn't help but stammer, "Cui Mei, why are you talking to my mother like that?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"It's obvious that there are too many people coming from your side, but you didn't even give me a notice. Can't you be more polite when talking to my mother?"
Wang Cuimei glanced at Lin Peng and said, "I told you that they came here to give face to your Lin family. Otherwise, how would I hold my wedding? Would I rely on those poor relatives of yours to support the occasion?"
Lin Peng felt very uncomfortable after hearing this: "Why is my family a poor relative?"
"You're not poor yet. Who was that person sitting on the sofa leg just now? He was wearing a pirated LV bag, which was so dazzling. My sisters are all from wealthy families and have sharp eyes. If they come, they won't laugh at you, they will only laugh at me!"
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After a while, it was half past eleven, and the Lin family began to invite relatives and friends to the hotel for dinner.
Jiang Zhenghong just stood up and was about to leave when he ran into Lin Peng who was walking towards him with a belt: "Uncle, please change your belt."
"ah?"
"This belt of yours is fake. Your niece-in-law has many rich friends who know what's good. I'm afraid of being laughed at."
Jiang Zhenghong's face changed immediately, and he thought to himself, how could the grass my daughter-in-law bought for me be fake? But when he saw Lin Peng's embarrassed look, Old Jiang suddenly softened his heart.
A 27-year-old young man married a 30-something-year-old girl and even looked down on his poor relatives. Jiang Zhenghong, who has experienced this, can see his situation very clearly.
So he didn't say anything more, went to the second bedroom to change his belt, and then went downstairs.
What was even more infuriating was that after arriving at the hotel, all the relatives from Linchuan had already been seated, waiting to eat, while the relatives from Jeju were staring at me with a look of confusion on their faces.
The standard for the hotel they booked was to seat twelve people. The Lin family felt that the table was big enough and too much for twelve people, so in order to save money, they arranged a table for fifteen people.
The relatives in Linchuan didn't have any objections. It was the same for twelve or fifteen people. It was more lively when there were more people. But it was different in Jeju.
They originally had four tables, and now one table had to be cancelled because of a "distinguished guest" who had suddenly arrived. The fifteen people at that table had to be mixed up with the other two tables. Wow, there were almost twenty people at one table now.
The most unacceptable thing is that these two tables are really placed in a corner. Not only are they far away, but there is also a pillar in front of them, and you can't even see the fucking stage.
"Oh my god, so stingy? Is this Linchuan's rich relative?"
"Lin Laowu has been like this since he was a child. Before he moved away, he even stole a lot of peanuts from Seventh Brother's house when it rained."
"No, no matter how stingy you are, you can't do this. This is his son's wedding, isn't he afraid of being embarrassed?"
"Why isn't he afraid of losing face? That's why the relatives in Linchuan have 15 people per table, but here in Jeju, there are 20 people per table!"
"What's the matter? You don't plan to go back anymore, right? Do you look down on people from our small town? I don't want to eat anymore. What's that?"
"I'm not going to eat anymore. Let's go find a restaurant and eat by ourselves."
There are many people with bad tempers in Jeju. From the situation, they knew that it was Lin Laowu who was watching them through the crack in the door, so they immediately shouted and wanted to leave.
Seeing this scene, Niu Xianglan and Lin Laowu ran over immediately, thinking that if all the relatives from their hometown left, they would have no face to go back.
Not going back is no big deal, but this will definitely hurt your spine.
"Everyone, I'm so sorry, we really have no choice. Several business partners of the bride's family came over, all of them big bosses, and they specifically asked to sit at a separate table. We have already booked a table, so we really have no choice but to inconvenience you."
"Well, you guys sit down first. No matter if the food is good or not, I will treat you to a meal alone later."
Listening to the noisy voices at the end of the banquet, Wang Cuimei, who was waiting at the entrance of the banquet hall to welcome the guests from her mother's family, couldn't help but frown: "What's wrong with your relatives over there?"
Lin Peng swallowed his saliva and said, "Didn't they vacate an extra table? I guess they think there are too many people and are a little reluctant to accept it."
"The poorer you are, the more trouble you have. We haven't had a feast in hundreds of years, and yet we're quarreling like this over a meal."
"Okay, stop talking. It's a happy day and I don't want to quarrel."
I'm recommending this book, and I'm begging for monthly tickets. I have so few monthly tickets, so come on brothers and sisters! (End of this chapter)
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