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Alfred briefly describes The Ricardo family history over the years.

Then he slowly walked to the side of the stage and pointed to the large screen behind him. "The Ricardo family will share their history with the audience in this documentary of our a hundred years of struggle." 

After the words fell, he turned and walked down the stairs.

And on the big screen, a documentary prepared by the Ricardo family especially for this banquet was played.

The screen was deliberately made in black and white.

As old school pictures and buildings buried deep in memory are put in front of everyone, people begin to yearn for that era of tragedy.

The documentary is nearly twenty minutes long, and when it's halfway played, the image on the screen catches everyone's attention..

The photos on the screen were taken on the streets of a building in Surabaya.

The two young men stood with their hands behind their hands, wearing round glasses in a calm and gentle manner.

Someone whispered. "Isn't that... Darrel?"

"Who is next to him? Looks familiar!"

"Looks like it's the previous Patriarch of the Widjaya family!"

"Ah, what a coincidence? Didn't the Widjaya family patriarch also die in a plane crash that same year?"

"Yes, yes, I remember when you said it..."

The guests were still whispering, and the images turned into a messy and tragic plane crash from a site. 

Since it's an old documentary, the image resolution is not high, but the history it shows is really surprising.

At this time, Alfred had resigned, and slowly came to a position next to the main desk.

He looked at Jean and James beside him faintly, then leaned over and sneered deeply. "You two, do you remember this accident?"

James looked at Alfred calmly, he could clearly see that there was provocation in Alfred's eyes.

He sat beside him in an imposing manner. "What do the Ricardos want to say?"

Meanwhile, Jean sipped his wine glass. "Showing their scars?"

Alfred then returned to his chair, leaned back and whispered, "Are you playing dumb? Does the Widjaya family really not know why my father died?"

James's gaze became sharp. "Don't accuse carelessly!"

Currently, the documentary is still being shown on the screen.

Alfred ignored James' anger, and turned his head to the screen. "You, the Widjaya family with the devil's heart, not only killed my father, but you also embezzled all property in his name. Are you saying this is a careless accusation? I heard that the Widjaya family is evil and cunning, and their ability to spin facts around is truly extraordinary."

At this time, Alfred removed all pretense and elegance from his calm look.

He is no longer a teacher who teaches and educates people, but a person standing at the top of his family's pyramid as its protector.

James listened to Alfred's harsh words, and couldn't help feeling annoyed.

To this day, only a few people have dared to speak that way in front of the Widjaya family.

James' tone was sharp as he said, "I see why you guys invited our family even though we're not that close. It turns out you just wanted to vent your childish anger?"

Alfred even laughed angrily. "My father lost his life, of course I am very angry! This hundred years banquet... I specially prepared it for the Widjaya family. Look carefully at the documentary! First, if it weren't for your father's doing, would my father die?"

"If not for the Widjaya family's harsh treatment towards him, would he leave on that flight and travel with your parents? My father's death caused chaos in my family. Today, the Ricardos look grand and glamorous, but we still suffer from internal and external problems. This is all caused by the Widjaya family! Now tell me how we should balance the account then!"

At this time, Alfred leaned over and whispered into the ears of the two of them. In the eyes of the other guests, it just looked like a familiar greeting.

After some cynicism, he opened his eyes and looked at the people at the table, his mouth curled in disgust.

Irene's face is very ugly as she said, "Mr. Alfred, you are young, so we can ignore your silly words. But you showed me the photos of the plane crash in the documentary, which were too disrespectful to the deceased ones."

"And don't forget. When your father died, our Widjaya family also lost our parents and brother. You one-sidedly put this responsibility on us, it is basically the logic of the robbers! Then, with the current internal and external problems of your family, if you really want to inherit the highest position in your family then what? You're still nothing but a child throwing tantrums in our eyes!"

Irene's words were truly merciless. As the main wife of the Widjaya family, not only can she be dignified and graceful, but also able to make critical analysis.

Her sharp words were tantamount to a slap in the face for Alfred. 

The people sitting at Irene and James's table are all family members who came from Surabaya.

Chris also sneered when Irene finished speaking. "That is indeed the logic of the robbers. The plane crash is a natural disaster and nobody's will, there is no way the Widjaya family could be involved in it. I heard that you were a teacher before, but why don't you use your brain before you speak?"

Even though Alex and Tom didn't comment, they looked at Alfred with dissatisfaction.

Was the Ricardos Family's Hundred Years Banquet prepared to accuse the Widjaya Family?

This rhetoric sounded offensive.

Facing everyone's different expressions, Alfred still looked calm.

He lowered his head and smiled lightly, then smacked his tongue. "The Widjaya family mistress sounded wise, I see. That's why the Second Young Master of the Hartanto family supported her. After all, wasn't the Hartanto family more unstable than the Ricardos? Why do you pretend to be more relaxed?!"

After he finished speaking, Alfred straightened the back of his chair, raised his hands to straighten his jacket, and smiled calmly. "Okay, I've said all I have to say. I hope what I just said won't affect your appetite."

As he turned around, he narrowed his eyes at the always silent Jean.

A dark light floated in his cold pupils, and his cheeks showed tension. After a few seconds, he walked towards the main table.

After Alfred left, there was a strange silence at the table.

Under such circumstances, everyone held back their emotions.

At this time, Chris frowned. "Jean, what does Alfred mean?" 

Jean shook the wine glass in his hand. "Looks like it's just the opening ceremony!"

He casually threw his words, his vague answer made people even more curious.

Alex rubbed the edge of the bowl and narrowed his eyes. "Does he still have any other tricks?"

"Who knows, no matter what he has, he runs around and tells nonsense stories!"

James was really angry, he just paused and glared at the main table where Alfred was.

At this time, Alfred was sitting next to his grandmother, and the two of them lowered their heads and whispered.

The Ricardos centennial banquet was actually not that simple.

James pulled his gaze back and looked at Jean. "You better be careful!"

"Well, I know that!"

Irene took a piece of meat from the plate in the middle and placed it on Lilia's plate. She also whispered to her sister-in-law, "That Ricardo family boy is still young and energetic. If it weren't for the reputation of the Iron Lady, who would even bat an eye to him! But after all, this is their city, we'd better be mentally prepared. I'm worried that brat is planning a dangerous trick."