Night had fallen.
The courtyard of the Zhou Family was bustling with activity.
But most of them were direct relatives of the Zhou Family.
After all, Zhou Weimin was a low-key person.
After retirement, he had even refused all visits from his subordinates.
He had distanced himself from Beijing, steering clear of the circles of power.
In his words, he had "left with clean hands."
This time, Zhou Yizheng had also focused on inviting direct family members and old neighbors.
He had specifically chartered several buses to bring them from their hometown.
The purpose was to catch up with Grandpa.
So, most people were dressed simply.
They sat around the table with their tanned faces, discussing what exactly Zhou Weimin's official title had been.
Of course, aside from these relatives,
thanks to Zhou Yizheng's connections, naturally, there were a few special acquaintances.
