Too Bad I Take Things Seriously-Chapter 605 - 234 Zhang Qingyuan: When did I become so influential? _2

Chapter 605: Chapter 234 Zhang Qingyuan: When did I become so influential? _2

Zhang Qingyuan reacted and hurriedly said, "Everyone, please don’t just stand around. Take your seats quickly!" As he spoke, he personally led Zhang Wei and the others into the banquet hall.

As for the red envelopes, he could no longer hold them all in one hand, so he took out a large, festive red bag to carry them. Inside were gift envelopes from over a hundred people. These lawyers attending the wedding wouldn’t have felt right coming empty-handed.

It took Zhang Qingyuan a full ten minutes just to get Zhang Wei and his group seated.

Now, in the banquet hall, aside from his relatives and some of Feng Cuihua’s, there were three tables of courthouse staff and over ten tables filled with lawyers from Jin City.

"Xiao Qin... tell me, how did I suddenly become so popular?" After seating these lawyers, Zhang Qingyuan returned to the reception area at the hall’s entrance and looked at Qin Mu in confusion. He was humblebragging a bit.

A few dark lines appeared on Qin Mu’s forehead.

This question... he couldn’t figure it out either.

The spectacle earlier had truly startled him.

Behind Zhang Wei were all lawyers. There were elites and rookies, but every single one of them was full of sincerity. They held Old Zhang in deep respect.

It seemed they were afraid of the slightest oversight. This clearly demonstrated Old Zhang’s high prestige.

"Maybe it’s because Zhang Wei knows a lot of people."

In the end, he could only chalk it up to Zhang Wei’s connections. Zhang Wei’s current law firm was developing rapidly in Jin City and had a considerable reputation. It was understandable that these people would give Zhang Wei some face.

"Well, after the wedding, we must treat Zhang Wei to a good meal," Zhang Qingyuan nodded seriously.

Qin Mu also nodded.

「Half an hour later.」

At the entrance of the banquet hall.

"Old Zhang, congratulations, congratulations."

Zhang Qingyuan stood at the door, cheerfully greeting the incoming guests. He seemed tireless. Despite standing for nearly an hour, he didn’t feel the slightest bit tired.

"Brother Qin, bad news! There’s no room left inside!" Suddenly, a staff member from the nursing home, responsible for welcoming guests, rushed over to find Qin Mu.

Qin Mu was startled. "Fifty tables aren’t enough?" he couldn’t help asking.

Keep in mind, the nursing home’s budget this time allowed for fifty tables. Calculated at ten people per table, it could accommodate up to five hundred people!

"It should have been enough, but... there are too many people in suits. They’ve filled all the tables," the staff member said with a wry smile, gesturing towards the hall.

Hearing this, Qin Mu frowned and stepped inside to take a look.

Good heavens. Not to have realized it before was one thing, but a single glance now was startling.

Apart from Zhang Qingyuan’s twenty tables of relatives, the remaining tables were all occupied by "guests" in suits.

These people in suits were, naturally, Jin City’s lawyers.

After Zhang Wei and his group had taken their seats, more lawyers had arrived in a continuous stream. He and Old Zhang were busy welcoming guests and hadn’t had time to count. But somehow, without them noticing, the lawyers had filled all the tables.

And outside, many more lawyers were still en route.

"Notify the nursing home. Tell them to quickly add more tables—another ten," Qin Mu said gravely after a moment’s thought.

In the current banquet hall, a rough estimate put the number of lawyers near three hundred. This was already an extremely startling figure.

Zhang Qingyuan stared at the two large bags of gift money behind him and couldn’t help but wonder, How... how did so many people show up?

This had completely exceeded his expectations. How many lawyers could there possibly be in Jin City? Two thousand at most, all told. And now, about three hundred of them had come to celebrate with him. His network... was alarmingly vast.

Besides, his hands were sore from collecting so many gift envelopes. Three hundred people, and every one of them had brought a red envelope. His pockets couldn’t hold them all; they had already filled two large bags.

"Old Zhang, congratulations, congratulations."

While he was reeling in disbelief, more lawyers arrived at the door, congratulating him as soon as they saw him and practically forced their gift envelopes on him. As a man in his seventies or eighties, he simply couldn’t fend off these enthusiastic lawyers. He could only respond with a smile and usher them to their seats.

"Xiao Qin... aren’t there a few too many people?" Ten minutes later, Zhang Qingyuan looked at the banquet hall, now filled with sixty tables of guests, and couldn’t help but turn to Qin Mu.

Qin Mu gritted his teeth. With a wave of his hand, he declared, "Notify the nursing home! Add another ten tables!"

Another ten minutes later, Zhang Qingyuan blankly watched the steady stream of lawyers arriving at the door, his smile an ingrained habit by now. He’d been smiling for so long his facial muscles were on the verge of cramping.

"Xiao Qin, are we out of tables again?"

Qin Mu glanced behind him and nodded silently. With a deadpan expression, he told the staff member beside him, "Notify the nursing home. Add ten more tables."

The banquet is about to start. Another ten tables should just about do it.

It was now noon. The guests who were coming should have mostly arrived by now.

By now, the banquet hall was quite the mixed crowd. There were Zhang Qingyuan’s and Feng Cuihua’s relatives, a contingent of courthouse staff, and the vast majority were lawyers—nearly six hundred of them!

「Meanwhile.」

Behind the curtain of the banquet hall.

The wedding was about to begin.

Feng Cuihua, her makeup complete, was waiting as instructed by the emcee.

Behind her, Jiang Daping and the other three were sprawled comfortably on a sofa, exchanging grim glances. Their expressions were livid.

Ever since Qin Mu had assigned them to Zhang Qingyuan and Feng Cuihua, Zhang Qingyuan had shown no courtesy whatsoever. He ordered them around as if they were his own sons, constantly having them massage his legs, knead his shoulders, or help wash his feet...