After hearing what the old butler Afu said, Yang Song was both excited and nervous.

There is a saying that the Marquis’s Gate is as deep as the sea!

There are taboos here. If you say something wrong, it will bring disaster to the whole family. This is the same as accompanying the king as accompanying the tiger.

For a moment, Yang Song was a little cowardly and wanted to leave.

He has enough now. He will be a rich second generation who is ignorant and ignorant for the rest of his life, without worrying about food and drink, and there are so many beautiful women. There is nothing wrong with it.

However, people always have greed. Although accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, if you don’t put your heart down, you will be killed.

But as long as you are happy, the benefits it brings are unimaginable.

Your words can help your whole family to ascend to heaven and completely change your destiny from then on.

He gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble. With a nervous mood, he followed Afu carefully and walked towards the room.

In the room, there were a large dining table covered with white dining cloth, with cups and plates arranged, and various exquisite dishes.

There are so many delicious foods, only "Dragon Young Master" is eating alone at the table.

In just a short time, he had taken off his previous white suit and changed into a purple robe.

In leisure, it gives people a sense of dignity invisibly.

This is what Yang Song envies the most. He usually buys brand-name clothes to highlight his taste and identity.

But I always feel it's almost interesting.

On the other hand, the Long Shao in front of him has no labels or brand logos in his clothes.

People who have real identities not only do not need to rely on famous brands to show their identities, but those dazzling brands will lower their taste.

Yang Song couldn't help but think that only the country bumpkins would wear famous brands. Especially the brand that prints a large logo on the clothes and shows off the market, it's simply rustic!

Although only Long Shao was dining, there were no less than ten people standing in the room.

In addition to the two bodyguards who were like evil gods, there was also the chef who whispered to introduce dishes, and the maid who picked up dishes for Long Shao at any time with tableware made in sterling silver.

And the servant holding a towel, mouthwash, red wine, and cigar.

This formation once again made Yang Song know what a real aristocrat is.

Young Master Long had the gentlemanly demeanor of a nobleman. He smiled at Yang Song and said, "Hello."

"Have you eaten?"

"If you don't have any food, sit down and eat something together."

Yang Song was flattered, but he didn't dare to eat with Mr. Long. He hurriedly nodded and laughed, "Mr. Long, I've eaten it."

"If you want to use it slowly, please tell me any time if you have any questions."

As he said that, he stood next to a servant very consciously.

"Okay." Mr. Long was very easy-going. After nodding and smiling, he stopped looking at Yang Song, but focused on eating.

He squinted his eyes and listened to the chef whispering the dishes. When he met someone he was interested in, he pointed with chopsticks.

The maid standing by the table immediately picked up a little with sterling silver chopsticks, held it in a sterling silver plate, and placed it on the plate in front of Mr. Long.

Long took a few bites, wiped his mouth, and took a sip of red wine.

Such a particular way of eating lasted for half an hour. It was like welcoming the Empress Dowager to have a meal. No one spoke during the whole process.

Finally, Young Master Long sighed with satisfaction and said with a smile: "I have eaten a lot of this meal, so let's do it."

"But, we now advocate the CD-ROM campaign. Don't waste so many things."

"Remove it and let them eat it."

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master, for the meal."

After waving his hands, the servants were well-trained and quickly removed the delicious food that didn't seem to move.

In the room, only Young Master Long, the old housekeeper, and the bodyguards who were like two evil gods. Young Master Long took a Cuban cigar and took a sip, and finally looked at Yang Song.

Yang Song trembled for a moment and hurriedly said, "Please pay tribute to the young master!"

Mr. Long smiled: "Don't be polite."

"I left Beijing secretly this time. Because my identity is a bit special, it is inconvenient to make it clear."
Chapter completed!