"You kid, do you know where this is? This is too arrogant." There was a so-called successful person next to him who couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and scolded him.

As the saying goes, people need clothes, and Buddha needs gold. Without the golden layer of gilding, Bodhisattvas are clay Bodhisattvas, and they cannot protect themselves even if they cross the river.

The same is true for people. At this moment, Cui Hao is wearing cheap sportswear and sneakers. When he hits people, he exudes a sense of ruthlessness. Under the preconceived situation, he looks like a gangster no matter how he looks.

If you dress in luxury and atmospheric clothes, in the eyes of these people, Cui Hao will be considered to have temperament even if he hits people. This is reality.

In this world, there are a few who can have a pair of sharp eyes. Everyone is drunk and I am awake alone. That is a very rare one.

Cui Hao ignored the accusations of this seemingly successful person. He glanced calmly and said slowly: "Who are you?"

As he said, his hands and feet were not slow. He had sex, and two loud slaps on the face of the follower.

Cui Hao will not be polite to such people. Poor people must have something hateful. Since you are determined to flatter and lick, then you want to step on my head to raise the price for yourself. Then you must have the awareness of paying the price.

Jiang Xueqi was a little curious. There was no one in Haoyang City who didn’t know Wang Wei. What is the origin of this young man? He is so arrogant. Aren’t he afraid of being beaten to death?

Wang Wei frowned and was about to step forward.

On the side of the banquet hall is an aisle. In the past it was a slightly smaller living room, with a circular staircase spiraling upwards.

The sound came from here. As the sound fell, someone soon said with excitement: "Everyone is quiet, Mr. Fang is here."

Wang Wei grabbed the follower next to him at this moment and said in a deep voice: "Old Fang is here, don't delay major issues. This old guy, don't be just a doctor. However, he has a wide range of friends. Many powerful people value him very much. This time, if my father wants to go further and run for the provincial party committee, he must get his support. After today, we will deal with this kid."

Wang Wei said this, and the followers next to him agreed, and even the beaten person nodded and said, "Westbrook, don't worry. I have nothing to do, so I can't ruin the big thing."

Today, Mr. Fang was wearing a short jacket with a double-breasted necklace. Black pants with golden Fulu and Shou pattern. The jacket was bright red in color, which set off the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

He is in good spirits and does not need anyone to support him. This is Mr. Fang's personality. He will never let anyone help if he can leave by himself.

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Fang bowed his hands, smiled and said loudly: "You are so kind. I am so kind. How can I make so many talents? I can value them so much. Please sit down."

Next to Mr. Fang, the young man who went to greet Cui Hao was in an instant and followed behind him. As everyone found a seat to sit down, Mr. Fang slowly said: "The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year; the plum blossoms welcomed the new year. It's another year. In the New Year, I wish you all the spirit of the dragon and horse, wealth, and martial arts advancement."

"Brother Yao, this is Mr. Fang's routine. Every year, Mr. Fang wishes everyone a happy New Year first." Among the crowd, people familiar with the process of the Fang family have already introduced it.

Brother Yao is probably a middle-aged man, tall and thin. He looks very elegant and has a stellar temperament. He said slowly: "Boss Liao. Next, it will be Mr. Fang's disciples to pay New Year's greetings. This time, if we can establish a cooperative supply relationship with Baicaotang, it will be a huge promotion for us."

At this moment, Mr. Fang said, "I have been a doctor for 65 years. I have been studying maternal herbal medicine since I was ten years old and recited the soup song. It has been seventy-five years since now. I have accepted eight disciples in my life. Fortunately, it is still a barely force. Although they are all just a low-level person, they have not discredited me. There are countless disciples. This time, before greetings to you, I will introduce a person to everyone and to all my disciples."

Speaking of this, Fang Decheng and Old Fang stood up. He looked around and his eyes fell on Cui Hao, saying, "Xiao Hao, come here."

Cui Hao did not have any stage fright. Instead, he walked over naturally and said with a smile: "Old Fang, I wish you a New Year's greetings. I didn't bring any gifts. I came empty-handed."

"Arrogant, this kid is so arrogant."

"That's right, what is Mr. Fang's identity? He actually came to pay New Year's greetings with nothing. Are you embarrassed?"

"Wait, don't let Mr. Fang speak, those disciples will get angry."

There were many discussions and many different opinions. Without exception, they were all condemning Tang Zheng. Is this called New Year's greetings without bringing things?

However, Old Fang didn't care about this kind of discussion at all, raised his voice and suppressed all these voices. He laughed and said, "Okay, okay. Just be willing. Empty hands, but with sincerity. This is very good."

Mr. Fang's words immediately surprised everyone.

Jiang Xueqi became more and more curious, and in her eyes, she looked at Cui Hao with a bright color. What kind of person is this? She came so carelessly and went up empty-handedly. Not only was she not angry, she was also very happy to see Mr. Fang.

Wang Wei's face also became gloomy. He felt a little glad that he was lucky enough to not do it himself. This kid seems to have a close relationship with Mr. Fang.

At the same time, the hatred in his heart became stronger. Fang Decheng, the old guy, was rude to him and his father.

Mr. Fang waved to Cui Hao to walk to him and looked around everyone. Mr. Fang slowly said: "Today, take this opportunity, relatives, friends, and heroes from all sides are here. I will announce it here. The young man standing next to me is an orphan named Cui Hao. I will officially accept him as my closed disciple today."

As Mr. Fang finished speaking, a servant next to him served a tea cup. Cui Hao followed the tradition and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and officially offered tea. The ceremony was completed. The master-apprenticeship between him and Fang Decheng was decided.

The guests next to them were shocked. This was a closed disciple.

"Old Fang is also perfect, nine is the ultimate number. Old Fang has eight disciples in his life. This time, there are exactly nine. The true Great Perfection is here."

There has always been a saying among the people that the emperor loves his eldest son, and the people love his youngest son. The so-called youngest son means the youngest son. Between this kind of master-disciple inheritance, the so-called closed disciples and closed disciples mostly have the meaning of giving them all.

Not only these guests, but also Mr. Fang's disciples looked at Cui Hao with envy. They really didn't understand what uniqueness this young man was to become a teacher's closed disciple.

Mr. Fang also continued at this moment: "Xiaohao, these are your eight senior brothers. You should have met your elder brother and your second senior brother. You work in Baicaotang. Your third senior brother is in Haoyang City Hospital. Your fourth senior brother, your fifth senior brother and your sixth senior brother work in Chunan Provincial Hospital. Your seventh senior brother is in the government health department. Your eighth senior brother likes to teach and educate people and teach at Chunan Medical University."

This is not a good time. Mr. Fang just briefly introduced it. After all, there are so many guests here. Of course, we cannot neglect it.

Cui Hao nodded his head and stood aside. Next, after the process of greetings of the New Year is completed, it will be lunch time.

After paying New Year's greetings, Wang Wei was on the side. At this moment, he really didn't know how to face Cui Hao.

Next to him, several followers were naturally inseparable. The person who was beaten was even more like a dead person at this moment, with a sad face. He looked at Wang Wei with a eager eyes and said, "William, what should I do? Let it go?"

As this person finished speaking, another follower next to him immediately started saying: "What's wrong? Mouse, are you still thinking about seeking revenge on that kid? Let me tell you, there is nothing important now. What's wrong with the fight? Westbrook asked you to test it, but you didn't ask you to find a fight by yourself. What do you think, you are just a slut, and it's useless to fight. If you want to die, don't implicate Westbrook and destroy Westbrook's plan. I can't spare you."

Wang Wei showed a satisfied expression on his face. This follower is tactful and understands taste. Some things he is hard to say. If he really can't say it, it will undoubtedly give people a feeling of fear. By then, the face will be gone. But if he goes, this kid is Fang Decheng's apprentice and he will be annoyed. If it affects his father's plan and leads to the failure of the parliamentary election, he will be beaten to death.

After patting the follower's shoulder, Wang Wei was very satisfied. He said all the things he should say and what he wanted to say. In this way, he would avoid being embarrassed.

Wang Wei's actions surprised the followers. This means to reward them, and to give them a big reward.

Wang Wei said slowly, "Rat, don't worry. You are my Wang Wei's brother. If you beat my brother, just forget it. It is definitely impossible. A gentleman will take revenge for ten years. After my father's parliamentary election is over, we have the opportunity to deal with this kid. I promise that he can't die or survive."
Chapter completed!