"Haha... That's good, take a name, change the patriarch, it's appropriate... Change me, my name is Zhao Feixu..."

"This shows that the patriarch has the courage and scheming, how like you, a group of brash men, only knows to drink!"

"Yes, yes, drink, drink..."

Several people laughed and raised their glasses again, regardless of whether they touched them or not, after a symbolic raise, they each drank.

Feng Chenglin filled them up again: "Could it be said that Master Feixu really got the position of the patriarch? No, no matter what the old patriarch does, it will not be because of a child. 'S grandson was given up..."

"Hi, at that time, the old patriarch was already critically ill, let alone talking, I guess even his mind was vague."

"That's right, as for whether that meant by the old patriarch, the ghost knows!"

"What do you do with so much? It's the same who is the patriarch!"

"Yes, we just drink!"

Several people laughed wildly, drinking drunkly, their tongues numb, and their speech slurred.

"I said, brother, why do you only pour us wine and you don't drink it..."

Lao Ding grabbed Feng Chenglin's hand and forced him to drink a large glass of wine.

Feng Chenglin was pressed and poured, and after drinking it, he swayed: "I...can't drink anymore...if I get drunk...drunk...who will pour you wine..."

Oh my god, this group of people are really good to drink!

Even if he was like this, he had already taken the hangover pill before, and it was very difficult to drink so much alcohol for a while.

The dangling footsteps are really a bit drunk.

"What else... I have to go to the back... the old ancestral hall behind... What about Grandpa Huang, do you know? What about the weird little old man..."

"Well, Lao Huang, who doesn't know?" Lao Ding laughed loudly, and the laughter was a little weird: "If you talk about it, it will be a terrible long story... I think at the beginning, that was the big celebrity of the Zhao family. Those who are subordinates, even if the patriarch sees him, he must be respectful and respectful!"

"The patriarch? The patriarch?" Feng Chenglin blinked his eyes, with a dazed expression: "Could it be the old patriarch?"

"The old patriarch is afraid of him getting a ball!" Old Ding stared, "Of course it's the new patriarch..."

"No, at that time, the patriarch was not the patriarch, it was Zhao Ziming!"

"Yes, yes, Zhao Ziming, the young disciple of the Zhao family, not surprisingly famous... how dare you be disrespectful to Old Huang Da?"

Wine is the best fermented product in memory.

Speaking of the past, everyone's memory gates were all opened.

Under the burning of spirits, people's mouths are even more unscrupulous.

They seem to have neglected, the person they are talking about is their patriarch!

The authority figure of the Zhao family! !

Ling Luoyu appeared in the corner calmly, moved his fingertips lightly, said hello to Feng Chenglin, and sat in the dark.

These people dared to talk about Zhao Ziming so unobtrusively, it showed that in their hearts, he was not the patriarch at all.

Think about it, what the patriarch Zhao Ziming did is quite sad!

Under the premise of dishonesty, no matter how much money is used, it is only people's interests, not people's hearts.

Under the blessing of spirits and Feng Chenglin's intentional guidance, the matter between Zhao Ziming and Zhao Qin was also revealed a little bit.