Even a casual sweep of the floor reveals national treasures you need to look up to!

His voice wasn't loud.

But in the quiet courtyard of the water town, it sounded particularly jarring.

He smirked, trying to salvage some semblance of dignity befitting a prominent family in the capital amidst the eerie atmosphere of the courtyard.

"The handwriting is so small, it doesn't look grand at all..."

The words hadn't fully dissipated in the air yet.

Outside the courtyard gate, a foot wearing a shiny black leather shoe hurriedly stepped in.

The visitor was a high-ranking official from the Cultural Bureau who had just come from the city to offer his congratulations.

He was carrying a precious gift wrapped in yellow silk, and was covered in sweat, clearly having run there.

As soon as he stepped over the high wooden threshold, the high-ranking official clearly heard Jiang Jiahao's muttered words.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his eyes widened instantly, and his pupils contracted violently.

With a "thud".

The precious gift in his hand fell directly onto the wet bluestone slab.

This high-ranking official, who is usually as composed as a mountain in front of the camera, suddenly felt his legs go weak and almost knelt down on the threshold with a "thud".

He didn't even bother to wipe the mud off the ground, and pointed a trembling finger at the clueless Jiang Jiahao.

"ignorance!"

The high-ranking official's voice was distorted with extreme terror, and he let out a broken roar.

"You blind, stupid fool!"

His chest heaved violently, as if he were about to run out of breath.

"Is that something you can just casually comment on?!"

He pointed to the gaunt old man squatting on the ground, diligently writing with a calligraphy brush.

"That's Zhou Yang, an absolute titan in the world of traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy!"

The high-ranking official's voice boomed in the courtyard, causing the water droplets on the old camphor tree to roll off.

"A piece of calligraphy he casually wrote, taken to an auction house..."

"The starting bid could buy you a large apartment within Beijing's Third Ring Road!"

"How dare you say his writing lacks grandeur?!"

This sentence is like a heavy iron hammer weighing a thousand pounds.

It slammed hard onto the skulls of all the collateral relatives of the Jiang family present.

Jiang Jiahao's mocking smile froze instantly.

His mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a fist, but he couldn't make a sound.

Cold sweat, like a burst dam, streamed down his forehead and temples.

It soaked his expensive custom-made shirt.

A national treasure-level master? Master Zhou Yang?

That living god whose words are worth a thousand pieces of gold, and whose calligraphy is so sought after that even the National Museum has to queue up.

He's actually squatting on the muddy ground right now, writing wedding couplets for a poor country boy?!

The relatives' breathing completely stopped.

They felt that their values ​​were being subjected to a brutal and devastating blow.

My aunt's legs went weak, and she had to hold onto the mottled brick wall next to her to keep from collapsing to the ground.

The greasy-haired nephew who had just mocked the old man hanging lanterns was so frightened that his teeth were chattering.

It made a terrifying "clucking" sound.

They looked around in terror.

My gaze swept over every inch of this seemingly dilapidated and unremarkable courtyard in Jiangnan.

Suddenly, they discovered an even more despairing truth.

The white-haired old man who was slowly sweeping the floor under the eaves just now.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a national-level archaeological master who frequently appeared on CCTV's history channel!

The middle-aged man with his sleeves rolled up was laboriously washing a basin of vegetables by the well.

His profile clearly resembles that of a business tycoon worth billions who usually only appears on the cover of financial magazines!

And there was that slightly overweight old man carrying a teapot, pouring water for several elderly men.

He is actually the honorary president for life of the Chinese Folk Art Association!

crazy.

This world is absolutely insane.

This is hardly a run-down country courtyard.

This is clearly a case of bringing over most of the top power, wealth, and cultural circles in Beijing!

In this small courtyard in the water town.

Anyone who sweeps the floor, serves tea and water, washes vegetables and chops scallions.

They were all absolute big shots in the capital, people who had to look up to them and couldn't even find a way to grovel to them!

They were wearing designer suits and carrying limited-edition bags.

At this moment, it's like a clown's ridiculous costume, appearing utterly laughable and glaring.

Just as this group of snobs were terrified out of their wits.

The coarse cloth curtain in the kitchen was lifted.

Lin Mo walked out from inside.

He was holding a rustic wooden tray in his hand.

On the tray were several purple clay teacups filled with hot tea, from which wisps of white steam rose.

The aroma of tea instantly filled the humid air.

Lin Mo's steps were very steady.

He didn't even glance at the Jiang family relatives huddled in the corner, trembling.

He walked straight to Master Zhou Yang's side.

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment...

Lin Mo casually picked up a cup of hot tea and handed it to the revered master.

His movements were so casual, as if he were serving a regular customer at a roadside tea stall.

"Mr. Zhou, have some water to soothe your throat."

Lin Mo's tone was flat and indifferent, even carrying a hint of an elder taking it for granted when ordering a junior around.

"Don't be lazy."

He pointed to the thick stack of red papers next to him that were still unfinished.

"There are still twenty more table nameplates waiting for you to write."

"If it delays the start of the dinner tonight, I won't save that drunken crab for you."

boom!

Jiang Jiahao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.

This is Master Zhou Yang!

Master Zhou Yang, who can exchange a single word for an entire house!

You're treating him like a temporary worker in a restaurant?!

You dare threaten him with withholding his food?!

The relatives closed their eyes in fear, lest the eccentric titan fly into a rage at any moment.

He smashed the teacup directly in Lin Mo's face.

however.

The expected furious outburst did not occur.

Master Zhou Yang showed no signs of anger whatsoever.

Instead, as if he had received a great reward, he quickly put down the precious wolf-hair brush in his hand.

He rubbed his hands vigorously on his clothes twice.

Only then did he cautiously and flatteredly accept the teacup that Lin Mo offered.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Lin! Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

Master Zhou Yang smiled so broadly that all the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and he nodded and bowed repeatedly.

"Don't worry! I'll drink it now, and then I'll continue writing!"

He took a big gulp of hot tea and smacked his lips contentedly.

"It absolutely won't delay your business!"

"You absolutely have to save that drunken crab for me! I've been craving it for almost two weeks!"

Master Zhou Yang spoke like a playful old man, his tone even carrying a hint of flattery.

"I promise I'll write every single word neatly and correctly, and I won't let you down!"

This scene.

This completely shattered the last shred of pride and hope in the hearts of Jiang's relatives.

If just moments ago they thought it was all just an absurd dream.

Now, the cold reality has turned into a sharp blade, piercing through all their arrogance.

The male protagonist's leadership skills were on full display at this moment.

It requires neither the accumulation of money nor the oppression of power.

Just standing there.

That way, these powerful figures who dominate the outside world will willingly become supporting characters.

They even take pride in being able to do odd jobs here.

Those arrogant and domineering relatives of the Jiang family.

At this moment, it was like a quail in the cold wind, huddled tightly in the most secluded corner of the yard.

They clung tightly to the cold brick wall.

They dared not make a sound again.

Even breathing became incredibly cautious, for fear that the foul air they exhaled would disturb the true gods in the courtyard.

That cousin who just shouted that he wanted to come and "help the poor".

At this moment, I wish I could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and bury myself in this muddy land of Jiangnan forever.

Every nerve in their faces was twitching.

An invisible slap left them seeing stars and their faces unrecognizable.

And all this.

All of this was seen by Jiang Jianguo, who was sitting on the threshold of the main room.

The richest man is wearing a dark red brocade Tang suit today.

He was holding a small purple clay teapot that had been polished until it shone with oil.

Looking at those relatives who are usually sarcastic and arrogant in the capital.

They were so frightened that they looked like a bunch of wilted eggplants.

Jiang Jianguo felt a hundred times more comfortable than drinking iced plum juice on a hot summer day!

"Hmph, let's teach you to look down on people."

He was secretly thrilled.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, and he could barely hold the purple clay teapot steady.

"Now you know how sharp my eye is at choosing a son-in-law, Jiang Jianguo, right?"

He leisurely sipped his Longjing tea.

He stared at Lin Mo, who was chatting and laughing with the big shots in the courtyard, his eyes shining.

I just think this kid is incredibly handsome today.

They really pushed the Jiang family's prestige to the very core of the universe!

Seeing his relatives' miserable state, Jiang Jianguo felt as if all the bones in his body had become lighter.

That felt great! That was so satisfying!

However, as much as it was enjoyable...

At this moment, the father-in-law's competitive spirit, which he never wanted to admit defeat, quietly began to emerge.

Although Lin Mo has an incredibly high profile in the cultural and academic circles.

They can even call on old monsters like Zhou Yang and Wang Cuncun to do hard labor.

It really shocked those snobs.

But the most important part of this grand wedding day is, in the end, the wedding banquet!

"This kid's cooking skills are pretty good, but today we're having a banquet with over a hundred tables."

Jiang Jianguo stroked his chin, his eyes darting around.

"If he were to work alone on the earthen stove, wielding a large ladle, he wouldn't be able to finish cooking by tomorrow morning."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the Patek Philippe worth tens of millions.

The clock had already quietly passed four in the afternoon.

He straightened the hem of his Tang suit, and his expression instantly switched to one of unfathomable confidence.

He looked at the group of trembling relatives in the corner, and stood with his hands behind his back, beaming with pride.

"A bunch of ignorant fools. But my Michelin-starred chef team, which I airlifted here, should be arriving soon. This meal still depends on me!"