They now understand that Mr. Yan does not like the excitement, but wants to take advantage of it.
Everyone who can participate in Mr. Yan’s birthday banquet is all the top people in China. They are all shrewd. The eightieth birthday is only once in a person’s life. If it is given to ordinary people, it must be a grand event. But . When it comes to someone like Mr. Yan who has been involved in politics all his life, big things should be done, but the benefits that should be reaped must not be left behind.
To put it bluntly, today is Mr. Yan’s eightieth birthday. He has made it clear that he wants to build connections for his precious grandson. Who can say otherwise?
This kind of thing would make everyone depressed, because even if they don't want to, they can't refuse at all. Even if Yan Murong asks them for something later, they can find excuses to refuse. But now, they have to agree.
The birthday banquet started. Mr. Yan did not sit down. Instead, he pulled Yan Murong and started to say hello from table to table. Yan Murong also understood the old man's thoughts. Although the muscles on his face were about to cramp, he still kept a smile.
"Murong. This is your Uncle Chen."
"Murong. This is your Uncle Liu."
"Murong. This is your Uncle Zhao."
"Murong. This is your Grandpa Wang."
Mr. Yan pulled Yan Murong back and forth between the tables and introduced some people to him. Yan Murong also wore a humble smile and kept saying hello.
Finally, the old man brought Yan Murong to the table where Ning Zhandong was sitting.
"Zhandong. My grandson has had a lot of trouble with that boy of yours recently. Don't take it personally." Mr. Yan looked at Ning Zhandong with a smile and said.
"Mr. Yan is serious." Ning Zhandong stood up and said some blessings before saying, "Although the two boys are in their twenties, in our eyes, they are still children - ----You are a child. There is no one who doesn’t get into trouble."
"That's the truth." Mr. Yan nodded with a smile. "When your father was still here, the two of us were quarreling every day. The quarrels were bad, but the quarrels ended. We always stood on the same side on major matters. On the same line ----- Maybe your father has never told you. When we were fighting against Chiang Kai-shek, we once had a secret warehouse in Yanjing. It was full of advanced weapons imported from the United States. I was early It got to the point where he took over all the things. And guess what, your father quit. He came to my house and took up residence there. He couldn't get rid of him at all. Haha."
The old man laughed as he recalled it. Others at the table also laughed.
Ning Zhandong also laughed, but he kept thinking about these words in his heart.
The old man was telling him that if children make trouble, they can make trouble, but they have to be careful. It's okay to make a small fuss, but don't make a big fuss. And they "parents" should not get involved in it.
"What Mr. Yan said is that if a child doesn't make trouble, he won't be successful. A little trouble won't hurt." Ning Zhandong smiled and waved to Ning Kun at the next table. He called him to his side and said, "Xiao Kun Ah, no matter how much trouble you and Murong had in the past, today is Mr. Yan's eightieth birthday. In this way, you two brothers shake hands. Taking advantage of this festive day, I think it's better for you two to follow the example of the ancients. How about sworn brothers?"
Who and Ya are brothers? Who the hell wants to be brothers with Ya? They both thought at the same time, but they still kept smiles on their faces.
"I think it's okay." Yan Murong spoke first. He looked at Ning Zhandong and smiled. "I just don't know what Xiao Kunzi thinks."
Yan Murong had a smile on her face, but her words were thorny.
Ning Zhandong called Ning Kun Xiaokun. Yan Murong was even more straightforward. He directly added the word "子" to him. The more he heard it, the more he thought he could become a civil servant in the palace with this name.
The smile on Ning Kun's face did not change, but in his heart he sent greetings to Yan Murong's ancestors.
This "nickname" is like a knife. And this knife was caught in the hand of Yan Murong, the butcher, and he cut his flesh one by one.
Obviously, Ning Zhandong also heard the thorn in Yan Murong's words. But at this time, there was still a gentle smile on his face. He laughed and said, "How could he disagree? Of course he agreed. Haha.
This little Kunzi is called well and affectionately ----- like this. I remember Mr. Yan called you Xiaoyanzi. From now on, you two brothers will call you that. One Xiaokunzi, one Xiaoyanzi. Haha.
It’s quite appropriate.”
It’s appropriate. It’s not appropriate. Ning Kun cursed in his heart, but he didn’t dare to refute.
He is Xiaoyanzi. I am Xiaokunzi. Which one do you think is suitable between these two names? Well, if I have to say they are suitable, then Xiaoyanzi sounds better. I can only blame you for not giving me a good name.
Ning Kun just complained a few words in his heart. Ning Zhandong didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at Ning Kun and said, "Come on, brothers, shake hands. The unpleasantness that happened before will be over. From now on, we will help each other."
With."
Ning Zhandong spoke. Ning Kun did not dare to disobey. He took the initiative to extend his hand. He looked at Yan Murong and said with a smile, "Brother Yan, we will be brothers from now on."
"You are older than me." Yan Murong also reached out and covered Ning Kun's hand. He shook it and said, "I don't think you are older than me. So, I might as well call you brother."
Ning Kun's expression suddenly changed, and the smile on his face began to stiffen - of course. It wasn't because he couldn't be the so-called big brother. It was just because Yan Murong, the bastard, had given him so much trouble.
This kid's hands are really strong. Ning Kun thought to himself.
Yan Murong grabbed Ning Kun's hand and shook it endlessly. Ning Kun felt that his fingers were almost deformed by him. Waves of pain continued to spread to his arm. The tragedy was that he
I can't fall out yet. I can only endure the pain in my hands and try hard to keep the smile on my face from being so stiff.
Ning Zhandong naturally saw the abnormality on Ning Kun's face. But it was hard to tell at this time. He cursed Yan Murong in his heart, but said, "Mr. Yan, look at the relationship between these two little brothers.
Not bad. I don’t want to give it away.”
My dad. Ning Kun almost cried. He thought aggrievedly. How did you know that we have a good relationship?
"Haha. Yes. We are all young people. We will get together more often when we have nothing to do. The relationship will be better." Mr. Yan laughed and patted Yan Murong's shoulder. He said calmly, "Murong, let's go to you.
Let me take a look at it, my father-in-law."
"Okay." Yan Murong agreed with a smile. Then he let go of Ning Kun's hand. He looked at Ning Kun and said, "I think my grandpa is right. We are all young people. We must find time to get together in the future.
Contact and connect feelings.”
Contact your grandma. Ning Kun cursed in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he nodded in agreement. "Okay. I also think Grandpa Yan is right."