"Set up a seven-star stove, boil the three rivers in a copper pot, set up a table of eight immortals, and entertain sixteen parties. All the guests are guests. It's all based on their mouths. When they meet, they smile. Don't think about it later. Once people leave, the tea will be cold. What do you mean by auspicious?"
When they arrived at the small house again, there was a fat man in the office of the Jin Hai Land Bureau. He was humming a tune and looked very happy.
Jiang Yueming turned around and saw that Li Zhengkang only lowered his head and chuckled, indicating that he was hiding.
Jiang Yueming knocked on the door and quickly put on a flattering smile. He bowed and said, "Chief Zhang… I am extremely impressed by your singing of 'Battle of Wisdom'! If Yueming could sing one-thousandth of the song, he would have gone on stage to sing!"
