Chapter 330 Give up position
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Wan Li Yu
Wen Junjie and others nodded and said: "Isn't it right? Without Miss Mengjia, you are nothing. There are so many guests in our Wen family, do you dare to ask which guest is here because of you?"
"Did you see the people at the table next to me? Those are my friends. And the people at the table on the right are Wen Junchi's friends. These people are all prominent people in Jincheng. The house is full of guests and friends, but Is there anyone here because of you, Zhang Yifeng? No!"
Zhang Yifeng smiled: "How do you know?"
"Are there any? Is there anyone here who came here because of you? Can you point it out to me?"
Zhang Yifeng took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and said calmly: "I just haven't arrived yet. I thought I should arrive in a while."
"Blow, keep blowing!"
"Whether it's bragging or not, we'll see later."
"Then we'll wait."
Wen Junjie and others snorted coldly, then went to sit down at the table next to them and listened carefully to Fang Keting's singing.
After they left, Meng Nishang's voice came: "Do they think Fang Keting was summoned by me?"
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "What do you think?"
Meng Nishang frowned and said, "Why don't you explain."
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "There is no need to explain. The good show is yet to come."
Fang Keting finished her second song quickly, and this time no one asked her to sing more songs. After all, this is Mr. Wen's birthday, not Fang Keting's solo concert.
Mr. Wen really wanted Fang Keting to stay for dinner, but after Fang Keting sang the song, he left in a hurry without even taking a sip of water, saying that he had something to do and was very busy.
No matter how much Mr. Wen and the Wen family persuaded her, Fang Keting had no intention of staying.
"I'm leaving. If you need anything, call me. I will help you within my ability. After all, I owe you."
Before Fang Keting left, she specially said hello to Zhang Yifeng, which caused everyone to speculate, what is the relationship between this boy and Fang Keting? Besides, isn't this guy married? The original wife is still here. What Fang Keting just said is not worried that Zhang Yifeng's first wife will be unhappy?
Zhang Yifeng did not leave Fang Keting alone in his seat. In fact, it was a great honor for him to have Fang Keting sing two songs.
After Fang Keting left, several more guests came one after another.
There are only three empty seats at Zhang Yifeng's table, and it seems that all the important guests are here.
Mr. Wen picked up the liquor in his hand, said a few words, and the birthday banquet officially began.
"Old man, I wish you happiness every year and happiness every year."
"Old man, I don't know when you will draw a painting for me in person. The old man's paintings are very worth collecting."
Throughout the table, everyone was talking around Mr. Wen. Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nichang were excluded. To be precise, Zhang Yifeng was excluded. No one talked to him.
At this time, the sneer voice of Wen Junjie and others from the next table came: "Zhang Yifeng, how do you feel sitting in the chief seat? Do you feel very out of place? You deserve it. Who asked you to show off? If you can't squeeze into the circle, you have to squeeze in." Go in. By the way, didn’t you say that you also have friends coming to celebrate grandpa’s birthday? Where are the people? You’re just slapping yourself in the face.”
Zhang Yifeng didn't pay attention to the ridicule of Wen Junjie and others, but turned the turntable and picked what he liked to eat.
Not long after eating, the greeter outside the door shouted again.
"We have guests here. Feng Mei, the eldest lady of the Feng family, the chairman of Jincheng Fenghe Technology Group, is here to wish us a birthday."
The Feng family was only a third-rate family in Jincheng. The Feng family is a branch of the Meng family and is a relative.
The Wen family could guess with their toes that Feng Mei was a guest brought by Zhang Yifeng, or to be precise, a guest brought by Meng Nishang.
The old man of the Meng family is Feng Mei’s grandfather. Feng Mei came here probably because of Meng Nishang's face.
"Go pick up the guests."
Mr. Wen would not take the initiative to greet Feng Mei, but he could not neglect his guests. He gave Wen Tai a wink, and Wen Tai immediately went out to greet her in person.
After Feng Mei came in, Wentai wanted to put Feng Mei at another table, but Zhang Yifeng said: "Sister Mei, please sit next to me. There is no one there."
"This..." Wen Tai glanced at Mr. Wen, not daring to make the decision without authorization.
Mr. Wen's face is very ugly. This Zhang Yifeng has no etiquette at all! He was already extra gracious to let him sit here, and now he actually let Feng Mei sit here too. Although Feng Mei is from the Feng family, she is not the master of the Feng family, nor is she the heir to the Feng family, so she is not qualified to sit here.
After a moment of silence, Mr. Wen 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 with only one or two people sitting there? Let them all sit Go over there."
Mr. Wen's words were obviously meant to drive Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nichang away.
At first, he was trying to save face for Miss Mengjia, so he remained silent and allowed Zhang Yifeng to sit here together with Miss Mengjia. But I didn’t expect this kid to be so ignorant of praise! Who does he think he is? Is he the owner of the Wen family? In his Wen family, he knew which guest would sit in which seat and had already planned it. How could he allow a junior to make his own decisions?
"You want me to go to the corner?"
Zhang Yifeng turned around and glanced at the old man of the Wen family.
"What? As a grandpa, can't I discipline you? The position here is not even qualified to sit on the literary stage, let alone a junior. Your father did not educate you well back then. Today I can only teach you what it means Politeness, what does it mean to respect your elders?" Mr. Wen said with a cold snort.
As soon as he finished speaking, the guests around him started talking.
"This Zhang Yifeng is indeed a bit too much. The people at that table are all elders. He, a junior, insists on sitting there. He is indeed ignorant of current affairs and does not know how to behave. No wonder the Wen family has never taken him to live with the Wen family."
"Yes, I guess he still thinks that he is the eldest young master of the Zhang family who used to get wind and 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, since today is your birthday, I will take the initiative to go there now, but let me make it clear first that if you want me to sit back later, you need to say please."
"Don't worry, it won't happen." Mr. Wen said coldly.
Zhang Yifeng nodded lightly: "Okay, I'll go over there. By the way, I have a painting here for you, I almost forgot about 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 calmly: "Butler, take it." In front of so many people, he was naturally embarrassed to say no.
The butler nodded and was about to accept the painting when Wen Junjie at the table next to him suddenly stood up and snatched the gift from Zhang Yifeng from the butler.
"Butler, it's not too late to take a look at this painting before taking it away. We all want to know how generous the Meng family's prospective son-in-law is, and what treasures he will give to his grandfather. I don't think it is a replica on the street stall. Bar?"
Wen Junjie sneered, finally seeing Zhang Yifeng make a fool of himself. He didn't believe Zhang Yifeng could come up with anything good.
"Did you see the people at the table next to me? Those are my friends. And the people at the table on the right are Wen Junchi's friends. These people are all prominent people in Jincheng. The house is full of guests and friends, but Is there anyone here because of you, Zhang Yifeng? No!"
Zhang Yifeng smiled: "How do you know?"
"Are there any? Is there anyone here who came here because of you? Can you point it out to me?"
Zhang Yifeng took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and said calmly: "I just haven't arrived yet. I thought I should arrive in a while."
"Blow, keep blowing!"
"Whether it's bragging or not, we'll see later."
"Then we'll wait."
Wen Junjie and others snorted coldly, then went to sit down at the table next to them and listened carefully to Fang Keting's singing.
After they left, Meng Nishang's voice came: "Do they think Fang Keting was summoned by me?"
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "What do you think?"
Meng Nishang frowned and said, "Why don't you explain."
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "There is no need to explain. The good show is yet to come."
Fang Keting finished her second song quickly, and this time no one asked her to sing more songs. After all, this is Mr. Wen's birthday, not Fang Keting's solo concert.
Mr. Wen really wanted Fang Keting to stay for dinner, but after Fang Keting sang the song, he left in a hurry without even taking a sip of water, saying that he had something to do and was very busy.
No matter how much Mr. Wen and the Wen family persuaded her, Fang Keting had no intention of staying.
"I'm leaving. If you need anything, call me. I will help you within my ability. After all, I owe you."
Before Fang Keting left, she specially said hello to Zhang Yifeng, which caused everyone to speculate, what is the relationship between this boy and Fang Keting? Besides, isn't this guy married? The original wife is still here. What Fang Keting just said is not worried that Zhang Yifeng's first wife will be unhappy?
Zhang Yifeng did not leave Fang Keting alone in his seat. In fact, it was a great honor for him to have Fang Keting sing two songs.
After Fang Keting left, several more guests came one after another.
There are only three empty seats at Zhang Yifeng's table, and it seems that all the important guests are here.
Mr. Wen picked up the liquor in his hand, said a few words, and the birthday banquet officially began.
"Old man, I wish you happiness every year and happiness every year."
"Old man, I don't know when you will draw a painting for me in person. The old man's paintings are very worth collecting."
Throughout the table, everyone was talking around Mr. Wen. Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nichang were excluded. To be precise, Zhang Yifeng was excluded. No one talked to him.
At this time, the sneer voice of Wen Junjie and others from the next table came: "Zhang Yifeng, how do you feel sitting in the chief seat? Do you feel very out of place? You deserve it. Who asked you to show off? If you can't squeeze into the circle, you have to squeeze in." Go in. By the way, didn’t you say that you also have friends coming to celebrate grandpa’s birthday? Where are the people? You’re just slapping yourself in the face.”
Zhang Yifeng didn't pay attention to the ridicule of Wen Junjie and others, but turned the turntable and picked what he liked to eat.
Not long after eating, the greeter outside the door shouted again.
"We have guests here. Feng Mei, the eldest lady of the Feng family, the chairman of Jincheng Fenghe Technology Group, is here to wish us a birthday."
The Feng family was only a third-rate family in Jincheng. The Feng family is a branch of the Meng family and is a relative.
The Wen family could guess with their toes that Feng Mei was a guest brought by Zhang Yifeng, or to be precise, a guest brought by Meng Nishang.
The old man of the Meng family is Feng Mei’s grandfather. Feng Mei came here probably because of Meng Nishang's face.
"Go pick up the guests."
Mr. Wen would not take the initiative to greet Feng Mei, but he could not neglect his guests. He gave Wen Tai a wink, and Wen Tai immediately went out to greet her in person.
After Feng Mei came in, Wentai wanted to put Feng Mei at another table, but Zhang Yifeng said: "Sister Mei, please sit next to me. There is no one there."
"This..." Wen Tai glanced at Mr. Wen, not daring to make the decision without authorization.
Mr. Wen's face is very ugly. This Zhang Yifeng has no etiquette at all! He was already extra gracious to let him sit here, and now he actually let Feng Mei sit here too. Although Feng Mei is from the Feng family, she is not the master of the Feng family, nor is she the heir to the Feng family, so she is not qualified to sit here.
After a moment of silence, Mr. Wen 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 with only one or two people sitting there? Let them all sit Go over there."
Mr. Wen's words were obviously meant to drive Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nichang away.
At first, he was trying to save face for Miss Mengjia, so he remained silent and allowed Zhang Yifeng to sit here together with Miss Mengjia. But I didn’t expect this kid to be so ignorant of praise! Who does he think he is? Is he the owner of the Wen family? In his Wen family, he knew which guest would sit in which seat and had already planned it. How could he allow a junior to make his own decisions?
"You want me to go to the corner?"
Zhang Yifeng turned around and glanced at the old man of the Wen family.
"What? As a grandpa, can't I discipline you? The position here is not even qualified to sit on the literary stage, let alone a junior. Your father did not educate you well back then. Today I can only teach you what it means Politeness, what does it mean to respect your elders?" Mr. Wen said with a cold snort.
As soon as he finished speaking, the guests around him started talking.
"This Zhang Yifeng is indeed a bit too much. The people at that table are all elders. He, a junior, insists on sitting there. He is indeed ignorant of current affairs and does not know how to behave. No wonder the Wen family has never taken him to live with the Wen family."
"Yes, I guess he still thinks that he is the eldest young master of the Zhang family who used to get wind and 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, since today is your birthday, I will take the initiative to go there now, but let me make it clear first that if you want me to sit back later, you need to say please."
"Don't worry, it won't happen." Mr. Wen said coldly.
Zhang Yifeng nodded lightly: "Okay, I'll go over there. By the way, I have a painting here for you, I almost forgot about 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 calmly: "Butler, take it." In front of so many people, he was naturally embarrassed to say no.
The butler nodded and was about to accept the painting when Wen Junjie at the table next to him suddenly stood up and snatched the gift from Zhang Yifeng from the butler.
"Butler, it's not too late to take a look at this painting before taking it away. We all want to know how generous the Meng family's prospective son-in-law is, and what treasures he will give to his grandfather. I don't think it is a replica on the street stall. Bar?"
Wen Junjie sneered, finally seeing Zhang Yifeng make a fool of himself. He didn't believe Zhang Yifeng could come up with anything good.
