The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 61 The Birthday of the Old Patriarch

In late December, a major event happened in Tabei City.

The patriarch of the first family in Tabei, Feng Hongyi's birthday is approaching.

The Feng family has stood in Tabei City for a hundred years, worked hard, and has a deep foundation. It is a well-known noble family.

The old man is also a legend. When he was young, he single-handedly promoted the Feng family to the position of the most prominent family in the north of the tower.

Therefore, when his birthday came, all the wealthy families in the city became restless.

Father Feng's birthday banquet was held at the Feng family's old house.

On this day, there were all kinds of luxury cars parked outside the Feng family compound.The men who stepped out of the luxury cars were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, and the women were dressed in formal dresses, which was decent and exquisite.

Everyone who came here has made sufficient preparations and prepared all kinds of luxurious and extravagant gifts, just to be able to be in the eyes of the old man, even if they only stay for a moment.

Looking around, all the famous families in Tabei were present.

Feng Jin was wearing a deep purple suit, and brought a few members of Feng's family to meet the guests at the door. Standing there tall and leggy, she was quite tactful when chatting with people.

There was a lot of people outside and cars coming and going, but the room on the second floor of the old house was quiet.

The legendary old man Feng was standing in front of the window of the room at this moment, his eyes were sharp and bright, not cloudy like an old man at all.

Looking at the brightly lit lively scene outside and the people coming and going at the door, he lowered his eyelids: "The imperial capital is here."

Only he knows how much unknown uneasiness and unpredictability are contained in these words.

"Don't be afraid."

Behind him, Ming Qi sat in a wheelchair with a cup of tea made by Ming Qingyun himself.

She took a sip, paused and sipped again.

Ming Qingyun's tea making skills are getting better and better, slightly better than Ming Jue's.

Feng Hongyi turned his head, seeing Ming Qi's calm appearance, his uneasy mood relaxed a little.

If someone else said this when even the old man was uneasy, he would have been thrown out by Feng Hongyi long ago.But this little girl...is different.

Feng Hongyi walked to the opposite sofa and sat down: "Qi girl, do you know what's in your heart?"

Ming Qi smiled at him: "No."

The other side stared.

Feng Hongyi already had a serious face, coupled with the aura cultivated by being in a high position for so many years, ordinary people would probably tremble with fright if he stared at him.

But the girl in front of her didn't seem to feel it. She took another sip from the teacup, and then said slowly: "What is Grandpa Feng afraid of? It's just soldiers coming to cover him with water and earth."

Feng Hongyi sighed: "I don't know, but..."

Having said that, he paused.

There are too many unspeakable words.

Both he and Ming Qi understood.

Ming Qi said: "Grandpa Feng, no matter how many rules and regulations there are, they are all formulated for the development of mankind."

"If it hampers development, it ruins it."

This is an understatement, like a joke in an ordinary chat, easily hiding the sword behind it.

Feng Hongyi stared at her: "You and your father really have the same temper."

"However, even he knows that everything can't be done overnight, and needs to be done step by step. How can your attitude be more reckless than his?"

Ming Qi hooked his lips.

She pushed the wheelchair to the window, overlooking the people from the imperial capital at the door below: "It's not reckless."

"In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies appear weak and pale."

……

The nearly seventy-year-old old man Feng is still in good spirits.

Standing on the high platform and talking about thanking all the guests, Feng Hongyi's eyes were clear and his words were sharp, and the guests below were discussing in detail.

"Hey, do you know who is here at the Emperor's Capital for the birthday of Mr. Feng?"

"Who?"

"Mr. Deng Shuwen!"

"Hiss~ It turned out to be Master Deng! Master Deng is the No. 1 in the study of ancient musical instruments in our Yatlin. He came here in person?"

"Old Master Feng is really amazing. He actually invited Master Deng to celebrate his birthday. He is indeed a legend in the north of the tower."

"Looking at the head of the Feng family like this, I'm afraid the Feng family will still be pinched by him."

"Of course, the crown prince is not a good person, don't tell me, the Feng family is very powerful..."

"..."

The whispers kept coming.

After the old man finished speaking, the people below raised their glasses to toast, and then Feng Hongyi retreated.

Accompanied by Feng Jin, he walked in front of a group of people.

The smile on the visitor's face was kind and distanced: "Songhe Changchun, spring and autumn are not old. Feng the old Patriarch, happy birthday!"

Feng Hongyi lifted his eyelids slightly, and then said with a smile: "Thanks to your good words, it's rare for Mr. Deng to come here in person, and it really makes my house flourish."

Deng Shuwen said: "Patriarch Feng is surprised now, I have heard of Master Feng's great reputation for a long time, and seeing him today really deserves his reputation."

The two people exchanged polite greetings, while a group of people behind them nodded with smiles and followed suit with good words.

At first glance, the atmosphere is harmonious and harmonious.

……

Looking at their interaction from afar, Song Nanfei took a sip from his wine glass.

"Deng Shuwen."

Cheng Hongjun sat beside him thoughtfully: "Didn't Master Deng always get close to the Qiu family?"

Song Nanfei raised his eyebrows slantingly, and scanned the scene: "Why didn't you see Qiu's family?"

Cheng Hongjun slacked his feet: "You still don't know? I heard that Qiu's family is not doing well these days."

When he said this, he looked at Song Nanfei meaningfully.

Song Nanfei frowned: "What do you mean it's not too good?"

Cheng Hongjun said: "I heard that when Mr. Qiu went to Heshan, it happened to coincide with the first snow falling in the north of the Pagoda. It was so cold that he stayed there for a few days, and fell ill when he came back."

Song Nanfei felt it was ridiculous: "What are you doing running to Heshan with an old bone..."

Song Nanfei couldn't stop laughing. He remembered that the first snowfall was when Qiuru and Ming Qi met.

Song Nanfei suddenly squeezed the wine glass in his hand tightly.

After being scolded outright by Ming Qi last time, he never went to see Ming Qi again, and he didn't pay attention to the meeting between Qiu Ru and her.

Although he also reflected on what he said afterwards—it was really out of line.But he is the eldest son of the Song family, even if he is wrong, he will not take the initiative to admit and apologize.

Still not reconciled.

Ming Qi was supposed to be his, they used to be a fiancé couple, and she had his name on her body.

She can't escape until he gets her.

It just might take...a different approach.

Song Nanfei drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, his eyes were flickering and he was immersed in his own thoughts.

Therefore, he did not see the complicated expression on Cheng Hongjun's face.

It was getting late, the banquet was getting more and more lively, and the front and rear halls were full of well-dressed guests.

Ming Qi was sitting in the living room on the second floor, and seeing the night outside was getting dark, he instructed Ming Jue to say hello to Feng Hongyi before leaving.

Ming Qingyun stood behind her, and the two walked through the corridor in a low-key manner, intending to leave through the back door.

The Feng family has a big business, and the old house has winding corridors.

Ming Qi and the others were walking on the road, the cold wind had died down, and there was only a dry chill in the air.

They deliberately chose a remote and inconspicuous road, and Ming Qingyun pushed her to leave.

A familiar delicate voice suddenly sounded, with surprise: "Ming Qi?"

(End of this chapter)