Today, the sky is clear and there are many people on the street. Near noon, the huge capital has already started to operate.

"Tian Mansion, it should be here."

Zhang Yuan looked up and looked at a yard not far ahead. People are coming and going in front of the yard, and from time to time, people in gorgeous clothes enter the yard.

Zhang Yuan was wearing a hard dress, in white Liu Dai student clothes, and an exquisite peony was embroidered on the back of the clothes. Whether from the pattern or the line, it was a top-notch product. He wore a pair of black and white boots on his feet, a folding fan swayed slightly in his hand, and the folding fan was open. The poem above was exactly the "Inscription on the South Village of the Capital" that Zhang Yuan sang on the crew that day.

The folding fan was made by Zhang Yuan himself, and the words on it were also written by himself. The powerful and powerful brush calligraphy is unforgettable at a glance.

This outfit was specially bought for this poetry meeting, and he spent half of the money he had in the money house with his predecessor.

Although he had arrived, Zhang Yuan did not rush to go in, but waited quietly not far from Tian Mansion.

The reason is very simple. He has no invitations. Only those holding the invitations are qualified to enter, otherwise he will be invited away by the servant at the door.

I contacted Liu Zhonglei on my phone, and Liu Zhonglei arrived soon.

Zhang Yuan was not in a hurry. He quietly looked at the Tian Mansion where people were entering and leaving from time to time, his eyes were as deep as quiet water, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Didi~"

Not long after, two whistles behind Zhang Yuan disrupted his meditation. He turned around and saw a rather noble sedan slowly coming.

When Zhang Yuan saw this car, his eyes lit up. He saw that the car had a square shape, but there were curves at the corners. At first glance, he looked more like the old Santana in his previous life. However, the blue and white porcelain patterns tattooed on the car were full of mysterious oriental colors. The car logo was vertical, and a white crane stood above the front of the car.

Now aftertaste, the two sounds of the whistle just now were more like the sound of a crane dancing.

"This car is so beautiful. I'll get one sooner or later, no, three!" Zhang Yuan was secretly amazed in his heart. As a successful person in his previous life, his car was just a top-end big g. He really didn't expect that such an oriental car could look so beautiful.

And whether it is the sound of the whistle or the sound of the engine, Zhang Yuan heard it in his ears, like the sound of a lingering string, which is really fascinating.

"Zi Shan, get in the car."

In just one night, Liu Zhonglei's name was already close to Zhang Yuan's name.

To be honest, the name Zhang Zishan is a coincidence. Zhang Yuan did not expect that the word he said casually that day was exactly the same when he saw the identity document of his predecessor!

Moreover, in the memory of the previous life, the word Zishan was indeed given by the old man.

Zhang Yuan did not think deeply, it should be the muscle memory left by this body.

Liu Zhonglei looked at Zhang Yuan outside the car with a smile through the car window, and a trace of kindness flashed in his eyes inexplicably.

"Okay." Zhang Yuan also smiled and nodded at Liu Zhonglei. The door of the car was automatically opened, and the scissors door slowly started. After it was fully opened, Zhang Yuan lowered his head and sat in the car.

It turns out that there is a world inside. The interior decoration of the car with a good appearance is also extraordinary. The interior of the car is mostly dark yellow, giving people a feeling of being in the painting. Whether it is the seat or the function operation of the car in front, there is a sense of freshness that makes people overwhelmed.

It’s not that Zhang Yuan has seen cars in this world, but it’s the first time he has seen such a noble and beautiful interior decoration.

Sure enough, the world's culture is different, and even the way of luxury is different.

"Why do you have to come so early?" Liu Zhonglei looked at Zhang Yuan sitting beside him and asked with a kind face.

The car is driven by a servant.

"It's not too early. My nephew came as soon as he arrived at Uncle Liu." Zhang Yuan said softly.

"That's a coincidence." Liu Zhonglei said with a smile.

When the car was driving forward at this time, Zhang Yuan could clearly feel that he could not hear the sound outside while sitting in the car, and there was no sound from the car engine.

However, Zhang Yuan was used to it. He had made many luxury cars in his previous life, and the lowest-equipped BMW was almost silent when he sat in it.

"Bo Liu, when will the poetry meeting begin?" Zhang Yuan asked for a conversation, with curiosity on his face.

"No hurry, Tianfu prepared his own snacks for guests who have not had lunch. The poetry meeting will only begin after dinner." Liu Zhonglei smiled and answered Zhang Yuan's question.

"Oh." Zhang Yuan nodded suddenly. He really hadn't eaten yet.

"Nephew, how sure are you going?" Liu Zhonglei asked Zhang Yuan with a little concern on his face.

"Uncle Liu is assured, this trip will make Uncle Liu dazzling the audience." Zhang Yuan's face was full of confidence, and even the folding fan shook faster.

"Haha, this is the vitality that young people should have!" Liu Zhonglei smiled.

While he was talking, the servant had already parked the car, "Mr. Liu, we are here." As he said that, he took out a red invitation from the co-pilot and handed it to Liu Zhonglei.

Liu Zhonglei took the invitation and smiled and said to Zhang Yuan: "My nephew, get off the car."

"Okay." Zhang Yuan pressed the button on the door next to him, and the door slowly rose and opened automatically.

As soon as Zhang Yuan got off the car, he saw Liu Zhonglei's servant also got off the car and reached out to support him on the frame of the car, for fear that Liu Zhonglei would kowtow.

"Tsk tsk." Zhang Yuan secretly envied in his eyes.

"You go back first, and come and drive us later." Liu Zhonglei waved his hand to the servant.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, Mr. Zishan, please go slowly." The servant bent down and responded slightly, turned around and returned to the car.

"Let's go." Liu Zhonglei smiled and looked at Zhang Yuan who was a little dazed, and turned around and walked towards the "Tian Mansion" which was a little more spacious than his own house.

"Oh!" Zhang Yuan came back to his senses and followed Liu Zhonglei tightly.

After getting off the car, Zhang Yuan saw Liu Zhonglei's decoration clearly. He was wearing a purple long gown, which looked luxurious and noble. A prison cow was embroidered on his shoulders, looking majestic.

The folding fan behind her waist was held in her hand by Liu Zhonglei. She walked with a hint of steadiness. The jade pendant on her waist was swaying slightly, showing a kind look.

I'm afraid this outfit will cost more than one million, right?

Zhang Yuan still has strong eyesight.

Following Liu Zhonglei, he slowly got closer and closer to Tian Mansion. Zhang Yuan also heard the voice of the servant at the door of Tian Mansion.

"Jiangnan is in Beijing, and lay Buddhist Wanhua comes to visit and come to greet him."

The servant bowed to the person in front of him and shouted at the room.

After a while, a servant ran out to guide the old man who looked to be in his sixties.

This old man looked quite famous. Zhang Yuan looked at the slow figure who left and thought slowly in his mind. In a long time, no one from Wanhua's layman came.

It seems that I am still a little ignorant.

Following Liu Zhonglei, he slowly walked to the servant.

"Where does the guest come from?"
Chapter completed!