Reborn God Emperor Daddy

Chapter 677
After Wang Qiaoyun yelled, the entire hall fell silent again, and everyone's eyes turned to her.

Song Dongping originally had a smile on his face, but now his expression became gloomy, and he looked towards this side with sharp eyes.

"Uh……"

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyun was like pouring cold water, and his feverish mind quickly returned to calm.

Although the old man has retired from the position of Patriarch, he is still the highest existence of the Song family, and no one dares to disobey his authority.

Song Dongping now wants his youngest son to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan. He is afraid that Song Haotian will not agree, so how can he tolerate other people making trouble?

He said in a cold voice, "Who is talking?"

Wang Xiaoyun was scared immediately, she didn't have the courage to face the old man directly, she quickly lowered her head, and then pushed Song Hongyu out.

Song Dongping looked at him sharply: "What? Do you have any objections?"

Song Hongyu was nervous and incoherent, but since he was pushed out, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue.

"Father, I think this matter is a bit inappropriate, and we should discuss it carefully..."

"Negotiate what a fart!"

The old man suddenly flew into a rage, and slapped the table, causing Song Hongyu to tremble in fright.

"Haotian is my son. I want my son to recognize his ancestors. Who do I need to discuss with? Do I still need your consent?"

Song Hongyu was originally a playboy, and the one he feared most was his old father. At this moment, he was so frightened that his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and he quickly stammered, "No...no need."

Song Dongping snorted coldly, and scanned the audience: "Whoever you have any opinions, just stand up. Today, my son recognizes his ancestors and returns to his clan. Anyone who doesn't want to get out of here. The Song family does not lack you!"

Seeing Song Dongping get really angry, how dare the others say no, even if they have opinions, they can only swallow them.

Otherwise, once the old man is offended, I'm afraid they will be expelled from the Song family.

Seeing that no one spoke, Song Dongping said: "Since there is no objection, then we are a family, come and meet!"

The Song family could see that the old man really loved his young son, and he could win the old man's favor by pleasing Song Haotian.

The big family has never lacked people who follow the wind, and immediately, people rushed forward to say hello to Song Haotian, and the atmosphere in the lobby became lively again.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Hongyu's family could only hold their noses and walked forward to meet Song Haotian.

Song Dongping glanced at Song Qingfeng and Song Qingli: "You two hurry up and say hello to your uncle."

Song Qingfeng gritted his teeth with hatred, but due to the majesty of the old man, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say "Hello, uncle!"

Although Song Qingli had no direct conflict with Song Haotian, in her eyes, the other party took away her shares, so naturally she didn't have a good face.

After saying hello, the family came to the corner in a tacit understanding to discuss the next step.

Song Qingfeng said bitterly: "I'm so pissed off, a wild boy who came from somewhere, actually entered our Song family!"

Wang Qiaoyun's face was livid: "No, we can't look at it like this, we have to find a way, otherwise I won't be able to breathe out this breath."

Song Hongyu said: "Is there any way, you haven't seen how precious the old man is to him, do you dare to provoke him?"

Wang Qiaoyun scolded: "You useless thing, I can't count on you for anything!"

"Mom, stop arguing, it's useless." Song Qingli suddenly rolled her eyes and said, "I have an idea."

Wang Qiaoyun and the others suddenly became excited: "Daughter, what can you do? Tell me quickly!"

Song Qingli said: "After a while, everyone will give birthday presents to the old man. I think that bumpkin came from the valley. He is rustic and can't bring out anything decent.

When the time comes, we will seize the opportunity to step on him fiercely and lose his face. Although we can't drive him out of the Song family, we can also lower his status in the old man's heart and make us feel bad! "

Wang Qiaoyun immediately said: "This method is good. The old man likes calligraphy and painting the most. Today we have invited the contemporary painter Li He to resign and paint for the old man on the spot. It will definitely crush that kid to death."

"This is a good way." Song Hongyu's eyes lit up immediately, "I'll call Master Li now and see when he will arrive."

After a short period of chaos, the birthday banquet returned to normal procedures under the auspices of Song Hongkun.

The next project is to present the younger generation to Mr. Song. According to the seniority, the first one is him, the eldest son who is the head of the family.

Song Hongkun also prepared carefully, and soon sent a birthday boy made of mutton fat jade to the old man.

"Father, I wish your birthday star Gao Zhao a long life!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The old man was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He was very satisfied with this gift and asked the housekeeper to put it away.

Song Hongkun retreated to the side, and everyone's eyes fell on Song Hongyu, who was the second son.

"My gift still needs a little time, why don't you let the third brother come to present the gift first, and see what gift he has prepared for you, old man."

After finishing speaking, Song Hongyu looked at Song Haotian next to him with a mocking face.

In his opinion, this wild little brother must be a poor ghost, dressed in tattered street goods, he doesn't look like a rich man at first glance, and he must not be able to give a decent gift.

The same is true for other people, especially Wang Qiaoyun and the women, all with pursed lips and mocking expressions on their faces.

Song Qingli said angrily, "Uncle, what about the gift you prepared for Grandpa? Could it be that you didn't prepare it?"

"There is a gift! Dad's gift is here!"

Before Song Haotian could speak, Tuantuan took out the Cangsong picture that Song Haotian had prepared in advance.

At this moment, everyone present was in an uproar. Although the Song family knew that the old man liked famous paintings and antiques, everyone could tell that what the child was holding in front of him was not an ancient painting at all, and the drawing paper was used by children today. The kind of paper I learned to paint is not the material of traditional Chinese painting at all.

"My God, isn't it a joke to use this kind of thing as a birthday gift for the old man?"

"I guess this young man has no money at all, and he can't afford ancient paintings at all, so he used such a thing to fool around..."

"This is simply disrespectful. It's better not to give it away. Isn't this humiliating the old man? Thanks to the old man who loves him so much..."

Although the people present did not dare to speak out publicly, they all whispered to each other, with contempt in their eyes. .

Wang Qiaoyun was waiting for this opportunity, seeing that the other party really couldn't come up with a decent gift, she jumped out immediately.

"I said third brother, are you sure this is serious? Just use this thing as a birthday gift for the old man? It's too disrespectful!"

Song Haotian didn't care, as the God Emperor of Haotian, how could he see the eyes of a group of ants.

He took the scroll in Tuantuan's hands, looked at Song Dongping, hesitated and said, "Father, this is the picture of the green pine that I prepared for you. I wish you a long life like the old pine in Nanshan, good health and a long life!"

"Okay! Ok!"

Song Dongping didn't take it seriously at all, and stretched out two hands to take the painting scroll into his hands.

He didn't care about the value of the gift from his youngest son at all. The father just now made his eyes fill with tears.

(End of this chapter)