939: C939 Plaits

C939 Plaits

"Just say it? I think there's nothing left to talk about between us!" Hee Feng waved his sleeve, turned around, and walked away. He looked angry, but Tony saw him like this. He glared at Su Zhenghai and his son.

In his heart, he cursed his stupid teammate.

At this moment, Su Zhenghai was also aware that he had stirred up quite a big mess. He actually rejected the guest invited by Professor Smith. If this was known by others, wouldn't it be better than him?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled his son to bow and apologize to Hee Feng and the others. "It's this little one who was blind to not recognize Mount Tai and misunderstood a few distinguished guests. Esteemed guests, give this old one some face and don't pursue this matter any further..."

"I give you face?" Hee Feng coldly snorted, "Why didn't you give me some face just now?"

The moment his words left his mouth, Su Zhenghai's face instantly turned red. Hee Feng sneered and looked at him with contempt. He had seen this kind of double standard dog many times. Each and every one of them asked others to give him a chance. However, when he had the upper hand, he would never consider giving others a chance.

"Then what do you think I should do?" Su Zhenghai carefully probed Hee Feng, but he only heard Hee Feng look at the sky and say, "This is also simple. Cut the pigtail behind your head for me. I will go in. What do you think? "

"This..." Su Zhenghai's face immediately darkened.

Behind his head was a pigtail, which was the standard post-gold period. The reason why Tong Gus' barbarian hairstyle was originally shaved into such a hairstyle... Su Zhenghai intended to improve his poise by a little so that he could have some relatives with Suksaha.

Now, so many years have passed.

From the day his pigtail was left behind, it had been fifty to sixty years.

Fifty to sixty years was enough to change the minds of several generations. It could also make a person's ideology go from deep-rooted to rigid. Su Zhenghai was the same. At this moment, he firmly believed that he was from the Aisinha Jueluo royal family. And he was also a descendant of Suksaha.

He had lied ten thousand times, and those who had lied all thought that he was real. At this moment, Su Zhenghai successfully transformed into a spiritual Tungus savage. He believed that his ancestors were extremely glorious, and his braids became his belief. It became the symbol of his noble Qing royal family, the Aisinjero race.

Well, this old man didn't know that the Suksa family and the Aisinjero family had no blood relation at all. However, this didn't stop Su Zhenghai from sticking gold on his face. In any case, he was just trying to fool those who didn't understand. They might not be able to pick the wrong one.

Moreover, after so many years, even if someone saw the mistake, they wouldn't bother with Su Zhenghai. After all, in this era, it was better to just take care of themselves. Who would be in the mood to take care of other people's matters?

However, although everything about Su Zhenghai was so ridiculous in the eyes of everyone, however, he firmly believed that he was really a royal relative of the legendary Great Qing Dynasty. "A legitimate royal family background." He learned this from those celebrities. After all, some celebrities always said that they were from the Qing Dynasty's royal family. To give himself face.

Now, the royal family of the Great Qing Dynasty had actually been forced to cut their braids?

How could this be?

The old man instantly flew into a rage, and he stared fixedly at Hee Feng with a pair of furious eyes as he said angrily, "Even if this old man dies today, this pigtail won't be cut!"

"You have quite the backbone!" Hee Feng sneered and said. He glanced at Su Tong and said, "Your father doesn't plan to cut the pigtail. Why don't you help him?"

"This..." Su Tong was stunned and didn't dare to step forward.

He was well aware of how much his father valued this pigtail. Usually, he would rub some oil on it every few days to maintain its lustre. If he cut it off now, even if his father pampered him... He was afraid that it would be enough for him to suffer.

He hurriedly shook his head and said, "Mr Hee, forget it. This pigtail really can't be cut off!"

"Tony, what do you think we should do?" Hee Feng ignored him and asked Tony who was beside him. Tony didn't understand these twists and turns. He also felt that the pigtail behind Su Zhenghai's head was a bit ugly. He said to Hee Feng, "Leave it to me!"

Hee Feng nodded and waited.

However, Tony took a step forward and said to Su Zhenghai, "Master Su, as a chef, you have such a pigtail. Usually, you can't even wear a hat, how unhygienic is that? It's better to cut the pigtail. If you can't do it yourself... I'll help you..."

"Don't even think about it." Su Zhenghai said as he hurriedly protected the braids on the back of his head. Seeing this situation, Tony shook his head. He really didn't understand. What was the use of this pigtail that was hanging on the back of his head like a weed? He also couldn't understand why this old man was so stubborn. If he couldn't figure it out, he might as well not think about it. He directly took a step forward.

With a stride, he appeared behind Su Zhenghai.

How could Su Zhenghai be a match for Tony?

Just as Su Zhenghai was surprised that the living person in front of him suddenly disappeared, suddenly... He felt a chill behind his head. He quickly reached behind his head and touched it. There was nothing behind his head. His braids had been cut off!

When he angrily turned around, he saw Tony behind him, holding a small knife in his right hand and putting it into his pocket. Beside him, there was a white pigtail.2

"You..." Su Zhenghai fell to the ground and grabbed his pigtail. Hee Feng walked past him with satisfaction. Next to him, Tony hurriedly stretched out his hand to invite him. After inviting Hee Feng to the courtyard, he entered the courtyard. Everyone walked straight to the main hall.

The doors of the main hall were wide open.

Hee Feng and the others passed through the middle of the corridor. As they walked further away, he saw Smith in the distance. At this moment, he was sitting on the armchair in the main seat, holding a pair of chopsticks. He was gorging himself, and it seemed like his movements were extremely skillful. If one only looked at the movements of his hands... It was impossible to guess that he was a foreigner.

Smith didn't have any intention of getting up to welcome Hee Feng when he saw him walking towards them in quick steps. Instead, he just kept drinking by himself. He drank a cup of wine happily. Hee Feng and the others walked up the stairs. Smith slowly stood up from the table. He laughed at Hee Feng and said, "Long time no see, Hee Feng. Remember the last time we passed by each other. It was a year ago. During this period of time, I've been thinking about you day and night. You should know how much trouble you've caused me. That base is my life's work!"

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