Chapter 147: Wanting to eat alone, firmly disagree

The Marquis household held a banquet; it was freezing cold, so the banquet was set up in the flower hall.

Chen Guanlou belonged to the peripheral figures of the Chen clan; it had declined since his grandfather's generation, and by his generation, people had to think to remember a figure like him.

However, in the past two years, his sense of presence had been a bit high. Just because he went to the Heavenly Prison to work.

His father, Chen Chengzong, was in the Heavenly Prison; at least he was a prison clerk. Although he wasn't valued and didn't have much oil and water, at least his status barely reached the civil servant industry.

As for him, he was just a prison guard, the lowest and most lowly profession.

Tsk tsk...

Everyone sighed and watched the joke. Watching and watching, it seemed they had become the joke. This kid Chen Guanlou, really couldn't tell; he played much wilder than his father Chen Chengzong, knew how to make money, and knew how to handle things. He went in and out of brothels to drink flower wine every three days; it was said that one meal cost several taels of silver, and sleeping in a brothel for one night cost at least ten taels.

Damn it, being a prison guard actually made more money than being a prison clerk.

Was this a problem with the person, or a problem with the Heavenly Prison?

Money makes the man; no one dared to laugh at Chen Guanlou for engaging in a lowly profession anymore. If they had money, they would also be willing to be prison guards; it was just that they couldn't lower their faces. If Chen Guanlou were willing to be more proactive and beg them to be prison guards, it wouldn't be impossible.

Oh my, you say why is Chen Guanlou so ignorant? Brothers fight tigers, father and son go to battle. If there's a way to make money, he doesn't know how to think of his clansmen; he hasn't opened his mouth for so long.

If they were to open their mouths proactively, everyone was holding onto their status; they really couldn't afford to lose that face.

It just so happened that today at the banquet, it was rare for everyone to be together, so they had discussed it; in a while, they would borrow the strength of the wine to open the conversation. Chen Guanlou must be made to state his position. The Marquis went to fight a war; everyone knew to bring the promising young men of the clan to brush up on military merit and earn a future. Chen Guanlou had made a fortune, so he couldn't eat alone.

Eating alone gets you struck by lightning.

Chen Guanlou greeted everyone with laughter, clearly feeling that everyone was quite enthusiastic toward him. Compared to the treatment of receiving white eyes even when borrowing oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar two years ago, it was incomparable.

"Little Lou, come over and sit."

"Oh my, this is the main table; what qualifications do I have to sit here? I'll just sit at a table with Brother Qing and the others."

"Of course you have the qualifications. You are also a person working in office now; you are no longer a child. Come, come, come, just sit here, and we will all have a good drink in a while."

"This isn't appropriate; everyone sitting here is an elder, it's not appropriate for a junior like me."

"I say it's appropriate, so it's appropriate." The eldest uncle of the direct branch of the clan spoke, and it was the final word.

Chen Guanlou couldn't refuse anymore and could only sit in the lower seat. As a result, he was forcibly pulled to sit on the left hand of the clan's eldest uncle. With this, he, a junior, became the first person under the clan's eldest uncle, the second most honorable position among the seven or eight tables in the flower hall.

This matter was a bit strange!

Chen Guanlou didn't float away because of the seating. He wasn't really a twenty-something-year-old two-hundred-and-fifty who would float to the sky and be unable to find north because of a few compliments from others. He had long passed the age of caring about other people's words and attitudes; in life, he only sought comfort.

He believed even more that if there's no reason to show courtesy, there's either deceit or theft.

He pondered carefully what he had that was worth others coveting.

Thinking and thinking, there was only one word: Money!

Money can make ghosts push mills; it looked like someone was coveting the money in his hands.

Coveting his status?

Pfft!

He had a fart for status.

He had basic self-knowledge. He knew exactly what kind of image he had in other people's eyes. Even if someone fancied him, they only fancied his money; they would never fancy his status as a prison guard.

If there were women who fancied him, besides money, they would have to add beauty.

He sat down calmly, waiting for the other party to make a move, dealing with the changing situation with the unchanging. He wanted to see what kind of trick everyone was playing today.

He didn't refuse anyone who toasted him. With mere yellow wine, they wanted to get him drunk? They didn't go out to inquire; he was a thousand-cup-not-drunk.

He picked up his wine glass and toasted them one by one.

"Eldest Uncle, I toast you, wishing you a long life of a hundred years."

"Eldest Uncle, I toast you again. When my father was alive, I was taken care of by you."

"Eldest Uncle, let's have another drink. Today is happy, happy!"

"Come, let's drink three cups together for the Marquis. Wishing the Marquis a victory, the Marquis household flourishing, and the Chen clan becoming more and more prosperous."

If he wanted to toast, he could find hundreds or thousands of reasons in minutes. In his previous life, he was in sales; essentially, he was a three-companion: accompanying drinking, accompanying laughing, accompanying chatting.

The latter two companions, occasionally picked up and fooled around, were enough to deal with the two Master Fans. As for accompanying drinking, he had never been weak.

He was the most active and lively in the whole venue, running around the whole place, toasting one table after another. He was a junior, after all, so toasting was justified.

The clan's eldest uncle and several others were anxious, wanting to pull him down to sit and chat, to talk about serious business. Every time he opened his mouth, it was, "I haven't drunk with Brother Qing yet. A few uncles, wait a moment, I'll go over and drink a few cups before coming back to accompany you all to drink."

Chen Guanlou borrowed the strength of the wine and came to Chen Guanqing, squeezed the kid next to him away with his butt, put his hand on Chen Guanqing's shoulder, and smiled, "Brother Qing, you're quite something; I heard you've been riding high recently, when will you treat us to wedding wine?"

"There's no such thing, don't listen to others talking nonsense." Chen Guanqing denied while laughing. One look and you knew there wasn't a word of truth.

Chen Guanlou clinked glasses with him, "The version I heard isn't like that. Brother Qing, you are the eldest brother of our generation; tell me, which young lady have you taken a fancy to, and when will you bring us to see the sister-in-law?"

"It's not a young lady. At my age, what kind of young lady would I marry?" The middle-aged greasy Chen Guanqing seemed to have a bit of self-knowledge, but his smile was exceptionally lewd, revealing a top-tier taste of thinking of naked bodies as soon as he saw an arm.

Chen Guanlou smiled but didn't smile, his eyes turning cold, "So the rumor is true, you really covet the little widow across from my house? Brother Qing, this isn't authentic of you!"

"What about me? She lives across from your house; does that mean she's become your person? Chen Guanlou, are you drunk, kid? Don't think you're amazing just because you have a few smelly coins. It has nothing to do with you that I fancy the little widow."

Chen Guanqing suddenly turned his face, his voice very loud, and everyone in the venue heard the movement and looked over.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward, and the joyful atmosphere was destroyed.

At this time, a peacemaker hurriedly stood up to smooth things over, "It's nothing, it's nothing. They are joking. Everyone continue to eat and drink. In a while, send a few people to go with me to the backyard to pay respects to the old Madame. Chen Guanlou, are you going too?"

"What kind of figure am I? I won't go." Chen Guanlou waved his hand with a smile and refused. He stared fixedly at Chen Guanqing, raised his hand, and patted the other party's cheek, clearly carrying humiliation.

Chen Guanqing was furious, raised his hand to block, and wanted to hit back. But he suddenly discovered that his hand couldn't move. Looking closely, his hand had fallen into Chen Guanlou's grasp.

"Today is a happy day, I don't want to make things too ugly. If Brother Qing is willing to retreat in the face of difficulties, pick up this cup of wine, and we'll drink one, and it will be as if nothing happened. If Brother Qing is not convinced, I can't guarantee what will happen." Chen Guanlou smiled, and every word that came out of his mouth was a threat. ===== CHAPTER 148 =====