Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Wen Junjie and the others nodded and said, "Isn't it? Without Miss Meng's family, you are nothing. With so many guests in my Wen's family, dare you to ask anyone who came because of you?"

"Have you seen the person at the table next to me? That's my friend. And the person at the table on the right hand side, that is Wen Junchi's friend. These people are all famous people in Kyoto. The guests and friends are full, but Is there someone here because of you Zhang Yifeng? No!"

Zhang Yifeng smiled: "How do you know if it is?"

"Is there? Who is here because of you, can you point it out to show me?"

Zhang Yifeng took out his mobile phone to check the time, and said lightly: "People just haven't arrived for a while, I think they should be there after a while."

"Blow, keep blowing!"

"Are you bragging? Just take a look later."

"Then we will wait."

Wen Junjie and the others snorted coldly, then went to sit down at the next table and listened carefully to Fang Keting's singing.

After they left, Meng Nishang's voice came: "Did they think I called Fang Keting?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "What do you think?"

Meng Nishang frowned and said, "Why don't you explain."

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "There is no need to explain. The good show is yet to come."

Fang Keting finished her second song soon, and no one asked her to sing a few more songs this time. After all, this is the birthday of Mr. Wen, not Fang Keting's solo concert.

The old man wanted to let Fang Keting stay for dinner, but after Fang Keting sang, she left in a hurry. He didn't even drink water, saying that there was something and he was very busy.

Still depending on how Mr. Wen and his family persuaded him, Fang Keting did not intend to stay.

"I'm leaving, call me if I have something to do. I will help you if I can, after all, I owe you."

Before Fang Keting left, she specially greeted Zhang Yifeng, which caused a lot of speculation about what this kid had to do with Fang Keting? Besides, isn't this kid married? The original partner is still here. Isn't Fang Keting worried that Zhang Yifeng's original partner is upset?

How do you feel that the relationship between the two is so ambiguous?

On the seat, Zhang Yifeng didn't leave Fang Ke Ting either. In fact, Fang Ke Ting was able to sing two songs and it was very much for him.

After Fang Keting left, several guests came one after another.

Zhang Yifeng's table has only three empty seats left, and it seems that all the important guests have arrived.

Old man Wen picked up the liquor in his hand and said a few words, and the birthday feast officially began.

"Father, I wish you today and the present every year."

"Father, I don't know when you will draw a picture to me by yourself. The painting of the old man is very worth collecting."

Throughout the table, everyone was talking around Mr. Wen, Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nishang were all excluded. To be precise, Zhang Yifeng was excluded. No one talked to him.

At this time, Wen Junjie and others sneered at the table next door: "Zhang Yifeng, how does it feel to sit in the chief seat? Does it feel very uncomfortable. You deserve it, who wants you to show off and squeeze in the circle? Go in. By the way, didn't you mean that you also have friends to celebrate grandpa's birthday? What about people? Slap yourself in the face."

Zhang Yifeng did not pay attention to the ridicule of Wen Junjie and others, but turned the turntable to pick what he liked to eat.

Not long after eating, the welcome guest outside the door shouted again.

"You are here, Feng Mei, the chairman of Kyoto Fenghe Technology Group, Miss Feng Jia, came to wish birthday."

The Feng family is only a low-class family in Kyoto. The Feng family is a branch of the Meng family, and it is a relative relationship.

With their toes, the literary family can guess that Feng Mei is a guest brought by Zhang Yifeng, to be precise, a guest brought by Meng Nishang.

Father Mengjia is Feng Mei's grandfather. Feng Mei came here, probably because of the face of Meng Nishang.

"Go and pick up the guests."

Old man Wen would not take the initiative to greet Feng Mei, but he could not neglect the guests either. He gave Wentai a wink, and Wentai immediately went out to meet him in person.

After Feng Mei came in, Wentai wanted to put Feng Meian at another table, but Zhang Yifeng spoke, "Sister Mei, sit next to me, there just happened to be no one."

"This..." Wentai glanced at Mr. Wen, not daring to call the shots without authorization.

Old man Wen has a very ugly face, this Zhang Yifeng has no manners at all! Let him sit here, he was already very kind, and now he actually let Feng Mei sit here. Although Feng Mei is a member of the Feng family, she is not the master or heir of the Feng family, and she is not qualified to sit here.

There was a moment of silence, and the old man said with a gloomy face, "Since they know each other, let them sit together. However, this table is a bit crowded. Isn't there a table in the corner that only sits one or two people? Let them all sit. Go ahead."

This sentence of the old man obviously drives away Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nichang.

At the beginning, he made face for Miss Mengjia, but he didn't say anything, acquiescing Zhang Yifeng and Miss Mengjia to sit here together. But I didn't expect this kid to be so ignorant to praise! Who does he think he is? Is the master of the Wen family? In his literary family, he knows which guest sits in which position. He has planned it long ago. How can he allow a junior to make his own decision?

"You let me go to the corner position?"

Zhang Yifeng turned his head and glanced at Old Man Wen.

"Why? I'm a grandfather, can't I discipline you? The position here is not even qualified to sit on a literary platform, let alone you a junior. Your father didn't educate you well, I can only teach you what it is today. Politeness, what does it mean to respect the elders?" Old man Wen hummed coldly.

When his words fell, the guests around began to discuss.

"This Zhang Yifeng is indeed a bit too much. The people sitting on that table are all elders. A junior of him has to sit there. He is indeed a little ignorant of current affairs and does not know how to deal with people. No wonder the Wen family has not taken him to the Wen family."

"Yes, I guess he still considers himself the old Master Zhang who wanted wind to get wind and rain to rain."

Zhang Yifeng listened to Mr. Wen's words, and did not quarrel with Mr. Wen, after all, today is Mr. Wen's birthday.

"Okay, because today is your birthday, I will take the initiative to go over now, but let me make a statement first, if you want me to sit back later, you need to say please."

"Don't worry, no." Old man Wen said coldly.

Zhang Yifeng nodded faintly: "Okay, then I will pass. By the way, I have a painting here for you, and I almost forgot it."

Zhang Yifeng took out the landscape painting from his arms and threw it directly on the table.

The old man of the Wen family said lightly: "Butler, take it." In front of so many people, he was naturally embarrassed to say no.

The housekeeper nodded and was about to accept the painting. Wen Junjie at the table beside him suddenly got up and snatched the gift from Zhang Yifeng from the housekeeper.

"Butler, it’s not too late to take a look at this painting. We all want to know how generous the son-in-law of Meng’s family is, and what treasures he will give to his grandfather. I don’t think it will be an imitation from a stall. Right?"

Wen Junjie sneered, and finally saw Zhang Yifeng making a fool of himself. He didn't believe what good things Zhang Yifeng could bring out.

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