So red that everything is black

Chapter 91 Big Red (Twenty-nine)

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the Wei family mansion in North City.

Every Spring Festival, the families on both sides of Wei Qingkuan's parents would have dinner together.

Although it was just a family banquet for the two families of Wei and Song, it could be said to be a gathering of dignitaries from the business, political and military circles in Beicheng.

Wei Qingkuan's grandfather was an old landowner, and his ancestors had money, land and resources.

Grandpa is a veteran cadre, and his achievements are respected by others.

His father, Wei Changcun, is the chairman of Beimao International, the largest company in the north.

Although her mother Song Weien has been relegated to a second-line cadre in a certain department, she still holds a high position of authority.

The families of Wei and Song were prosperous and prosperous. There are many brothers and sisters from the grandparents and fathers generation, and the whole family is relatively harmonious and united.

But unfortunately, in the generation of Wei Qingkuan's grandchildren, due to policy restrictions, most families had only children, and the population dropped suddenly.

Especially now that young people generally marry later and have children later, the number of great-grandchildren is too thin.

The elders of the two families were eagerly looking forward to it, but there was nothing they could do.

At the dinner table, Wei Qingkuan was playing with his mobile phone when he accidentally came across Wen Xinlan and Pei Yuan's Breeze blog. His handsome face fell down, and his eyes were filled with cold light.

A little girl ran over and asked coquettishly: "Uncle, why are you unhappy?"

Wei Qingkuan put down his phone and gently touched the top of the girl's hair, "It's okay, uncle is not unhappy."

An elder said: "Qingkuan, when will you come to Beimao to take over from your father? We old guys are retiring soon and it's time to enjoy our happiness.

Wei Qingkuan handed a piece of snack to his little niece Maomao, "Get married first and then start a business. I'm not married yet, so I'm not in a hurry to take over the family business."

During the holidays, urging to get married is an eternal topic.

Even wealthy families are not exempt from vulgarity.

Especially the grandson of the Wei family, Wei Qingkuan, is already thirty-four years old after the Chinese New Year. Not to mention getting married and having children, he has not even brought back a girlfriend.

Song Weien continued the conversation and asked: "Qingkuan, when will you get married? When will you find an aunt for Maomao?"

Wei Changcun also added dissatisfiedly: "I am an old bachelor in my thirties, so I can take advantage of the matter of finding a partner."

Wei Qingkuan sneered coldly: "Father, Mother, is there anyone in the circle who cares more about finding a partner than me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the table suddenly turned cold. It seemed that Wei Qingkuan had done something illegal and out of place at this family banquet where the family was full of people.

This statement also seemed to offend Wei Changcun's Ni Lin, "You stinky boy! You are always angry with me! If you weren't the only one, I would have kicked you out of the house!"

Song Weien also wanted to end this topic quickly, and muttered a few words: "Okay, okay, I won't rush you anymore, I need to find someone who knows everything so that you can give your grandfather a fat grandson."

The phrase "Know the root and know the bottom" is used delicately.

At first glance, Song Weien does not seem to have any strict requirements, but in fact, he has made a series of inspection regulations and threshold restrictions on the woman's health, genes, family background, work, temperament, dating history, and social relationships.

Wei Qingkuan didn't bother to raise his head and said perfunctorily: "I know."

Wei Changcun said to the younger ones: "You should have more children while you are young. If you only guard one unfilial son, you will be pissed to death!"

Wei Qingkuan didn't bother to question him: "Don't keep catching me. Isn't my uncle getting married? Why don't you urge him?"

There was another burst of cold air blowing on the dining table.

The uncle Song Wei'an mentioned by Wei Qingkuan is the cousin of his mother Song Wei'en and the youngest son of his grandfather's second brother's family.

Song Wei'an is now almost fifty years old and has been single. Even though he holds an important position and is the actual leader in charge of entertainment, his actual power is somewhat higher than that of his cousin Song Weien. But for such a person, the elders in the family will still accuse him of being unfilial and ignorant, and they will nag him non-stop.

Everyone's eyes turned to Song Wei'an, and they saw that he looked indifferent, not caring about what others were talking about, and he was drinking the ginseng soup in front of him gracefully and calmly. Although Song Wei'an himself didn't care, Song Wei'an's old father couldn't bear to lose his face. He complained to several elders with tears in his eyes, "Huh! Wei'an is an unfilial son! Our family's standards for finding a wife can't be any lower. He I still refuse to get married! I’m afraid I won’t be able to repay him for having a grandson in my life!”

Seeing that the old man kept coughing, other relatives nearby slapped his back and comforted him: "His second grandfather, how about we lower the standard again?"

When the old man heard this, he coughed even harder, "You still want to lower the price? Ten years ago, I expected him to find a well-matched girl. Five years ago, I expected him to find a girl from a small family. Last year, I expected him to find an innocent girl." , How can I be demoted now? How can I be demoted to a woman this year?”

After hearing this, Song Wei'an sneered, "Okay, if it falls to this new standard, maybe I can bring a girl back this year to show you."

"You! You! You unfilial son! Unfilial son! Cough cough cough!" The old man kept coughing and his face turned red. He didn't know whether he was holding it in, angry, or ashamed.

Seeing that Wei Qingkuan had successfully diverted the firepower, he freely commented on Breeze.

Song Wei'an glanced at his "virtuous nephew" and continued to drink the ginseng soup gracefully.

*
When she was in the third grade of junior high school, in order to escape the family gathering to urge her to get married, Wen Xinlan ran out on a blind date with her friend Zhen Nuan as an excuse.

Zhen Nuan was coerced by her parents and had to meet several people recommended by relatives and friends.

During the whole blind date, Wen Xinlan wore a mask and hat, and sat quietly next to her friend, without saying a word from beginning to end.

But the whole day left her speechless.

Wen Xinlan would like to call today's blind date "witnessing the diversity of human species."

In fact, Zhen Nuan doesn't have any excessive demands on her partner.

Zhen Nuan doesn't need the other party to be rich and powerful, let alone "100 Tips for Choosing a Mate".

But just finding a normal person has become a luxury in this impetuous age.

In the evening, Zhen Nuan treated Wen Xinlan to a meal and a movie to express her gratitude.

The two friends specially chose "The Divine Power" adapted from Wen Xinlan's work.

Before the movie was screened, there were several sponsored advertisements, one of which was an animated clip from the "God of Wealth Knocks on the Door" financial management APP endorsed by Wen Xinlan.

Wen Xinlan was pleasantly surprised, then ate popcorn, drank a drink, and watched the feature film carefully.

As Zhen Nuan watched, tears filled her eyes, not because of the plot, but because she was happy for her friend from the bottom of her heart.

My friend kept writing articles for ten years, and one day, he finally got rewarded.

Every effort in the past was finally not in vain.

*
On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Hai took Wen Xinlan to attend the gathering of the Lingcheng Writers Alliance and the opening ceremony of a calligraphy and painting exhibition.

After all, Lingcheng is still too small.

Those who write articles, engage in calligraphy and painting, those who hold forums, and those who organize exhibitions are actually the same group of people over and over again.

However, today is different from the past. As Wen Xinlan's net worth has skyrocketed, she, who had not even entered the Lingcheng Writers Alliance before, has been placed in a core position.

During the event, people from all walks of life came to greet Wen and his daughter cordially, chatted enthusiastically, and built relationships.

Wenhai finally felt a little bit of the glory that his daughter brought him, instead of the shame of being the father of an "elderly leftover daughter."

At the meeting, Wen Xinlan was also temporarily invited to give a report and share her writing experience.

Although Wen Xinlan was reluctant due to her father's reputation, she simply organized the language and shared with everyone her writing experience gained in recent months.

Wen Hai looked at his daughter who was calm and articulate on the stage, and the corners of his eyes gradually began to moisten.

My daughter has really grown up. She is no longer the little girl who didn’t dare to say anything when she saw outsiders.