"It's given by my sister." Cancan said humming.

Gu Jin smiled and said, "We can ask for what we gave."

The woman said, "I'm afraid she will ask the customers for anything."

Gu Jin looked at Cancan and blinked, "Cancan doesn't know."

"Don't bother your wife to eat, follow me to choose vegetables." The woman pulled Cancan's hand.

Cancan waved his hands at Gu Jin and Ning Xiaotong, and went with the woman jumping.

Ning Xiaotong looked at Cancan's back and thought of her daughter, and she was lost for a moment.

"How about trying it?" Gu Jin handed her chopsticks.

Ning Xiaotong took a bite of noodles, was a little surprised, nodded, "It's really good..."

Gu Jin pushed over the pickled radish from the boss’s wife, "Eat together, it’s better."

After eating the sour radish, Ning Xiaotong took a few more bites, "This is so good for my taste. When I was pregnant, the chef also marinated this sour radish, but it was not as delicious as this one."

"I'm not lying to you. Even if it's not a precious sea cucumber or something, it can be made very delicious if it's just ordinary noodles and radish." Gu Jin picked his eyes and felt a little proud.

Ning Xiaotong ate noodles and drank soup, freed her mouth and said, "I'll come next time."

After the noodles, the two returned to the pharmacy. Yan Chunjun and Shen Qingsong were both here, and they were here to pick them up.

Ning Xiaotong touched her stomach with satisfaction and couldn't wait to say to Yan Chunjun, "I found a very delicious noodle stall today. I will definitely wait for you to try it when I have time."

When Shen Qingsong heard this, he knew that Gu Jin took Ning Xiaotong to Cancan's place. He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckled. A noodle stall completely convinced Xiaojin.

...

The Zhang family’s house in Beijing.

After seeing Mrs. Zhang come out, she looked tired only when she was in a place where there was no one. She asked the people around her, "How much fundraising are there for everyone in Beijing now?"

The assistant who managed the accounts said, "I just went to the military region to see it today. It has increased a little in the past two days, almost 300,000."

"Why are there still so few?" Mrs. Zhang said angrily.

The assistant said in panic, "The military region said that everyone has tried their best."

"Fuck, they all perfunctorily treat me." Mrs. Zhang gritted her teeth in anger, and a feeling of powerlessness surged up.

She thought she would look for Xun Pu again tomorrow, but even Xun Pu still refused her, there was no other way. She was really old and her son was useless. The people below were eyeing her. She could not continue to maintain glory by relying on her son-in-law alone. It was too difficult for her to maintain the glory of the Zhang family in the Northwest Military Region by herself.

But no matter how difficult it is, it must be done.

"The people in the northwest are hungry and cold, but the city of Beijing is already very prosperous, while the northwest is still in the snow and ice. If you wait any longer, I don't know how many people will be frozen to death and starved to death. Even if I give up my face, I have to bring the relief funds."

The assistant frowned and whispered, "Mr. Xun is in trouble, and Shen Qingsong is unwilling to let go. I think it is necessary for all the wealthy families in Beijing to contribute their efforts.

Why not invite everyone to your home tomorrow and say you are grateful to the governments for donating money to the people of the northwest, and then urge them to do so, and it may be effective."

Mrs. Zhang thought for a while and nodded, "Then do it like this. If you go and send an invitation to everyone, I will say I want a banquet."

"Yes." The assistant responded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to send an invitation to the Xun family?"

Mrs. Zhang looked disgusted and asked, "Is there a Xun family on the donation form?"

The assistant lowered his head, "No."

"What do you want her to do?" Mrs. Zhang sneered, "Let her see my joke?"

The assistant hurriedly said, "Then I won't send an invitation to the Xun family."

"Yes." Mrs. Zhang snorted and walked away.

The next day, all the wealthy families in Hong Kong and Beijing received an invitation from Mrs. Zhang. They probably guessed that this was a Hongmen banquet, but the Northwest Military Region had to give them face. The next morning, everyone arrived at the Zhang family with their own thoughts.

It was almost noon, and everyone arrived one after another, drinking tea and chatting in groups in the living room.

Half a while later, the assistant came over and invited everyone to the restaurant to attend the banquet.

Everyone arrived at the restaurant and after they sat down, the delicious food for the banquet was served one by one by one by the servant. Mrs. Zhang, who had just appeared, also entered the main hall.

Today, Mrs. Zhang was very gentle and raised her hand and waved her hand, "Everyone sits."

Sitting down on the main seat, Mrs. Zhang picked up the wine glass, "My wife is still sick now, so I won't show up today. I'll have a drink with you. Thank you for your appreciation."

"Thank you Mrs. Zhang."

"Everyone is kind."

Everyone was kind, drank wine, and each took their seats.

Mrs. Zhang smiled faintly, "Everyone here knows me, and there are also younger generations who don't know me. In fact, I usually have a good temper. Only when I meet those who don't understand the rules and do not understand etiquette will they not be accustomed to it."

Everyone's eyes flashed, knowing that Mrs. Zhang was referring to Gu Jin, and everyone learned a lesson this time, and no one dared to discuss it privately. For a moment, the entire Zhang family was silent.

Mrs. Zhang laughed and continued, "This time the northwest suffered a natural disaster. Thank you for your help. I am treating you today specifically to thank you.

Of course, I don’t blame her if some people don’t donate a penny. After all, not everyone can have the demeanor of a country and a world, and not all people in high positions have the people in their hearts."

I'm afraid that this is about Shen Qingsong and Gu Jin again. Everyone laughed embarrassedly, not knowing how to answer this.

"Come on, I'll give you another cup."

It’s good to drink, so there’s no need to talk. Everyone’s faces relaxed and they raised their glasses.

Mrs. Zhang drank all the wine, and Mrs. Zhao, who was closest to her, persuaded her, "More alcohol can harm your body, Mrs. Zhang drink it slowly."

Mrs. Zhang sighed, "I am worried. We have wine and meat here, but it is very difficult for the people in the northwest to be hungry. Everyone is still hungry in the mountains.

Especially when children are hungry, they start eating tree bark when they are lost after they are dug up. In severe cases, dead people are buried. When will our northwest economy develop like Beijing, Hong Kong and Shenzhen markets?"

Everyone was silent and showed sad expressions for a moment.

Mrs. Zhang also said, "I have seen all the money donated by your family. You are also worried about the country and the people, and they are kind people, and they are the real backbone of the country.

Everyone is relieved that every dollar donated will be used on the victims. I would like to thank everyone for those who are about to starve to death."

Everyone responded modestly, "Mrs. Zhang is so polite."

"Mrs. Zhang is so serious."

"We are ashamed of being."

Mrs. Zhang paused, called her assistant, raised her voice, "Today I will publish all the kindness of everyone to the public, and take the donation list and read it."

Everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhang announced the donations from each household in public. Of course, the more donated, the lesser donated, and the lesser ones were a little guilty and restless.

The assistant's order was just taken from the military region. He opened it on the spot and said loudly,

"Zhou family, 30,000."

"Zhao family, 50,000."

"Su family, 20,000."

"Wenjia, two thousand yuan."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Mrs. Wen from the Wen family. These two Mrs. Wen showed off their sacrificial pride and gave all the money to the military region. With such righteousness, everyone thought that their family had donated, but it turned out to be only two thousand yuan.

The dignified literary family has been passed down for hundreds of years, so it is definitely impossible that it only has two thousand taels of coins.

Mrs. Wen's face was red and white, and she hurriedly held a goblet and covered her face. She didn't know that others looked at her with contempt.

When people pronounced the names one by one, they were surprised to find that the more they donated, the more they donated, and the families who were vocal about everywhere, seemed to have made contributions to China, donated the least.

Sighs in the restaurant came one after another, and of course, some people were so embarrassed that they wanted to dig a hole in the ground and drill in.

In fact, donating more or less is your intention and should not be compared. However, some people donate less and show off themselves everywhere, as if no one else is as patriotic as her, which seems a bit disdainful.

At the end of this reading, the assistant subconsciously read it, "Xun Family..."

He realized that there was a Xun family after he finished reading it. When he saw the numbers behind, he was extremely surprised and stunned for a moment.

Mrs. Zhang heard the assistant pause and snorted coldly, "Continue to read, she doesn't feel embarrassed, what am I afraid of?"

The assistant's face was a little complicated, and his voice trembled slightly. He re-read, "Xun Family, one million."

The banquet hall where the whispered silenced instantly, and the needles could be heard.

Mrs. Zhang looked up, "How many?"
Chapter completed!