Xu Tongwei coughed and said: "What, this is your Uncle Zhong. My cousin, this is my daughter Xu Ruijia."

Zhong Wenxing glanced at the plastic bags and said unhappily: "It seems that my eldest niece is quite interested. She can go shopping in the mall for several hours, but you are busy here without even touching the ground."

Xu Tongwei naturally understood that he was being sarcastic. Is it reasonable to go to the mall for a few hours but not pick him up at the airport?

Xu Ruijia also heard it. She glanced at Zhong Wenxing unhappily and said, "I went shopping with Qiqi, not to play by myself."

"That's right. There are taxis everywhere at the airport. They are all my relatives. Why bother with so many things?" someone else said.

These people are all relatives and friends of the Xu family, so they will naturally speak for Xu Tongwei.

Zhong Wenxing is very angry. His status in Rongcheng can be said to be quite high now.

The most obvious thing is that the neighborhood committee comes over every now and then to ask if there is anything that needs help or if there is anything that is not being done properly.

Zhong Wenxing has moved to a new house with Shao Hailan, and Zhong Jiawei also gave them 20,000 yuan a month in living expenses at Jiang Zhihao's suggestion.

The old couple has no shortage of food and clothing, and there are so many people caring about them, so they live a carefree life.

But when he came here, he was treated like this, and the huge psychological gap made him snort and turn around to walk towards the mourning hall.

Xu Ruijia curled her lips from behind and muttered: "Who are you showing off to? You act like a big shot, and no one needs to answer. You are just being pretentious!"

Xu Tongwei coughed twice and pulled her: "Stop saying a few words, he is still your uncle after all."

"Who knows him? I've never met him. Haven't we lost contact with him in my hometown a long time ago? I don't know why you called him." After Xu Ruijia said that, regardless of what Xu Tongwei thought, he pulled the person next to him into the house.

Already.

Someone followed and said, "That's right. Since we have cut off contact with my hometown, why bother anymore. As the old saying goes, if you are poor in the downtown area, no one cares about you, but if you are rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives. If you live in Kyoto, those poor relatives will definitely try their best to help you.

It won't be too troublesome to build friendship and come back to you for help."

"That's right. I was annoyed to death by a few relatives at the beginning, but in the end it was my wife who made me look down on them and drove them away. It's easy to ask for help but hard to send away!"

A group of people were discussing there, defining Zhong Wenxing as a poor relative who came to make friends.

It's no wonder they think so. Kyoto is the central city in the country, and its economic development far exceeds that of any other place.

A small city like Rongcheng that I have never heard of is not comparable at all.

All the big shots and big companies live here. In their eyes, Kyoto is the habitat of the nobility.

Even if you don't have much ability, it's nothing like being proud.

Xu Tongwei shook his head when he heard this, and said, "Can you please say a few words? You are my cousin after all. We played together when we were kids."

"When I was a kid, that happened so many years ago." Others sneered.

In the mourning hall, he bowed to his uncle's body and looked around, but he didn't see any yellow paper. Zhong Wenxing couldn't help but ask, "Aren't there any paper or earthen basins?"

"What age are we in? Nowadays, we pay attention to environmental protection. Just follow your heart." said a person next to me.

The other party's tone was also full of contempt and an unspeakable sense of superiority. Zhong Wenxing became even more angry and simply walked out of the mourning hall.
Chapter completed!