After toasting, they did not rush to the next table, but found a place to relax for a while. Suddenly they realized that there seemed to be a golden phoenix among the poor relatives in Jeju.

"I remembered, Linchuan Business Gang..."

Wang Cuimei glanced at her biological father: "Dad, what is the Linchuan Business Gang?"

Wang Jianxiang took out a cigarette and lit it: "Some time ago, the Linchuan city government issued a document saying that it wanted to transform the economy and step into emerging industries, and established a Linchuan business group that all Linchuan bosses actively joined."

"Then what?"

"It seems that he was the one who initiated that business gang. Nowadays, the Linchuan business community is all united and seems to be represented by him. Do you remember your uncle Qian who is in the seafood business? I have been queuing for a week, but I still can't get through.

He'll see you above."

Lin Laowu and his son looked at each other. Although they didn't know much about the Linchuan Merchant Gang, they knew that Jiang Qin's family seemed to have more status than his own in-laws.

If I had known this was the case, I would have just opened two more tables. What would I do with this money?

It's a good thing now that all the richest people have crowded into the most crowded table to eat.

Brother Lin Peng sighed dullly and glanced at the cousin's brother sitting in front of the boss, walking back and forth, chatting and laughing, and his expression gradually became sad.

After the banquet, everyone had almost eaten. Some had eaten well, some were angry, and some were not full, but it was almost time.

Seeing that the show was about to end, Jiang Zhenghong patted his belly and suddenly realized a problem: "The belt Nan Shu gave me seems to be still at Lin Laowu's house."

"You came here without wearing a belt?" Jiang Qin looked stunned.

"No, Lin Peng said that my belt was fake and it was bad for people to see it, so he gave me a new one."

As Jiang Zhenghong spoke, he called Lin Peng: "Peng, we will leave soon and will not go to your house again. Can you bring me the belt back?"

Lin Peng was stunned for a moment: "Uncle, just use mine. I think this one suits you quite well. Yours is too young."

"My daughter-in-law gave it to me. No matter how good yours is, I can't exchange it with you."

Jiang Qin: "?"

Lin Peng was a little embarrassed: "But I can't leave yet. I have to send my relatives off later. Otherwise, I will take them back to you before the Chinese New Year."

Jiang Zhenghong scratched his head: "That's okay..."

Jiang Qin almost choked: "Dad, you are too ambitious. That belt is worth thirty thousand yuan."

?? ? ?”

Yuan Youqin was also startled: "Didn't you say three hundred yuan?"

Jiang Qin rubbed his nose: "Aren't I afraid that you won't accept it if I say too much? But think about it, what Feng Nanshu gave you, could it be fake?"

Jiang Zhenghong turned to look at Lin Peng: "Peng, why don't I go back with you to get it."

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll make some arrangements and then go back with you. You guys wait here for me for a while."

After Lin Peng finished speaking, he ran to the backstage and bumped into Wang Cuimei and his father-in-law: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

"Uncle Jiang's belt was left at our house. He said it was worth 30,000 yuan. Is there really such an expensive belt?"

Wang Cuimei thought of her poor relative's LV, and her face changed instantly: "If it is true, it is indeed possible. Look at the attitude of the bosses just now, it may indeed be true."

Lin Peng swallowed: "Forget it, I'd better go back and get it. I don't worry about others going there."

Seeing Lin Peng leaving, Wang Cuimei turned to look at Wang Jianxiang, feeling aggrieved like a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds: "Dad, their family seems to have a great relative, will I be bullied in the future?"

"It's okay, it's not that exaggerated. At most, I'll be scolded a few times and I won't talk back."

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After leaving the hotel, Lin Peng drove back home very quickly and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in search of the belt. As a result, a terrible thing happened. The belt disappeared.

Impossible, he clearly remembered that he put it on the bedside table.

Crazy and crazy, Lin Peng searched everywhere with an expression as if he had lost his wife, which made the relatives in Linchuan who came back from dinner feel confused.

"Pengpeng, what are you looking for?"

"Looking for the belt."

"Hey, a belt. I'll look for it later. Come over and talk to aunt. We'll be leaving soon."

"Auntie, that belt belongs to Uncle Jiang, and it costs 30,000 yuan!"

Hearing this sentence, the relatives in Linchuan looked at each other, and it took them a while to realize. Are you crazy? Thirty thousand yuan for a belt? How can we relatives have such a family?

Uncle Jiang? Are you from Jiang Zhenghong’s family?

Lin Peng was so anxious that he continued to search without having time to explain. As a result, after searching for it, he found that the belt was being held in the hands of a child, and he was shaking it.

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Five minutes later, Lin Peng came downstairs with the belt, but it was not just him who came to give the belt, but also all the relatives in Linchuan.

They had already carefully looked at the 30,000 yuan belt before they came, and they also wanted to take a serious look at what kind of waist it looked like. As soon as they went out, they saw a family of three sitting in an Audi, and their mood suddenly changed.

It's very complicated.

Rich relatives will not hope that poor relatives will get better and better, because through long-term contact, a targeted sense of superiority has been developed. To put it simply, these relatives in Linchuan have become accustomed to showing off to their relatives in Jeju.

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But it wasn't until Lin Peng's wedding banquet that they discovered that the superiority they had was actually nothing. The feeling of being licked in the face was really suffocating.

"Masahiro, don't be in a hurry to go back, right? Come to my house and have some tea before you leave!"

"Yes, Youqin, I haven't seen you for so many years, and I haven't even had time to talk to you yet."

"Cousin, please don't leave today. Come and stay at my house. I remember when I lived in the village, your favorite was the chicken stewed with mushrooms I made!"

"Youqin..."

"Masahiro......"

"Jiang Qin, my aunt hugged you when you were a child. Why don't you say hello to your aunt?"

Looking at the relatives in Linchuan who suddenly became extremely affectionate, Jiang Qinxin finished saying that during the Chinese New Year this year, there must be a big party at home.

You can tell by looking at this posture. When they first entered the door, all these people ignored them. Even if parents took the initiative to say hello, they just raised their eyelids.
Chapter completed!