The night hall, which had always been open, was now tightly closed.

Night cold mountain is sitting on the master's chair in the middle of the hall, drinking tea for a while, and sitting next to a few old men, all of whom are family elders at night.

"Hanshan, with this rule in place, the night view is sure to give you back the owner's seat." An old shareholder flattered and flattered: "In fact, we all think it's better for you to take the helm."

"Yes, Hanshan, you don't know, during this period, the profits of night homes have declined a lot!" Another shareholder followed.

The remaining old men echoed:...