The birthday party has begun.

Yang Wenfeng, Yang Huan and his son, as well as Zhang Xiaochuan, who is highly admired by Mr. Zhuang and respected in the antique industry, were all left in the chairman's seat, and the others also found their own seats to sit down.

As for Qin Changjiang and Qin Yongming and his son, I don’t know where to hide and draw circles.

The most tragic thing is Yang Huan.

He sat next to Zhuang Ziqing, and was right between Mr. Zhuang Mingyang and Zhuang Zicheng, who were just across from him.

As a result, the old man seemed to want to test Yang Huan's alcohol tolerance, and from time to time he raised his glass and said he wanted to leave.

Zhang Xiaochuan also drinks two drinks every day, and he also has similar interests with the old man, so he can get along with him.

The table was filled with Jian Nanchun at 52 degrees.

Although I took a sip every time, I accumulated a little and made more than three more people. Not long after, a bottle of Jian Nanchun came to an end.

"Hey, forget it, I'll be crazy with you." Zhang Xiaochuan poured himself a cup and turned aside.

When the others on the table looked at it, they laughed and laughed.

Mr. Zhang can’t drink it anymore.

"Ah Huan, don't drink too much." Yang Wenfeng didn't expect that his son could drink quite well.

Zhuang Ziqing also secretly pulled Yang Huan's clothes from the side and stared at him complainingly. Her eyes seemed to be saying, "You, stop drinking with my grandfather, have to take care of your health."

Even if he doesn't look at it, he has to drink a glass every night, and he has a lot of alcohol. Do you have to compete with him?

Yang Huan laughed.

I don’t know if it’s because of the time travel, or because it’s already a huge amount, he feels like drinking without feeling.

Jian Nanchun, who was 52 degrees, was drunk into his mouth. It tasted good, but there was no feeling at all.

"Old man, is that okay?" Yang Huan smiled and provoked.

Mr. Zhuang looked at him angrily, "Hey, you guy, do you know that I'm giving you a face?"

"I came to you on my own initiative, and I'm against you."

This old man was also in the revolution back then. Drinking was commonplace, but his spirit was still there.

But now I am older and have a little alcohol tolerance, but I still have a lot of it.

"Come on, give me full"

The old man waved at the waiter, looking at the posture, as if he wanted to drink one cup after another.

Yang Huan laughed and waved to the waiter, "This cup is too small, change to a larger cup. If not, the bowl will be fine."

When he said this, the people on the table were stunned.

Good, Jian Nanchun at 52 degrees, you drink it with a bowl? Are you not sick?

Do you really think that I am Brother Liujin?

"You boy are you scaring me? You can scare me if I am a three-year-old kid?" The old man laughed.

"Okay, change to a bigger cup"

The waiter quickly brought two beer glasses and poured them both eight points.

"Come on, old man, let's go"

"No?" Mr. Zhuang looked at Yang Huan with a provocation and smiled happily.

This guy feels better and better,

"Yu" Yang Huan picked up the wine glass without saying a word and sipped it in one bite.

"Okay, massive"

Mr. Zhuang also smiled and liked it, and picked up the wine glass and drank it directly.

Zhuang Mingyang couldn't stand it anymore, "Dad, okay, don't drink so hard."

"Yes, old man, it's too fierce, be more at ease." Old Mrs. Zhuang also persuaded.

Mr. Zhuang laughed, his face becoming more and more rosy, "What's so fierce? When I was with Yang Huan's grandfather, I used sea bowls to drink, but now, I'm not satisfied with drinking such a small cup."

As he said that, the old man also looked at his son and Yang Wenfeng.

"If you two brothers drink two drinks, it's like killing you. How dare you come and persuade me today? OK, if you drink one of them, I won't drink it."

Zhuang Mingyang and Yang Wenfeng don’t drink much on weekdays, so they only have that little alcohol tolerance.

Jian Nanchun at fifty-two degrees?

I get drunk when I smell the wine

"You, stop drinking anymore. I'm happy with my grandfather. There's no need to drink so much." Zhuang Ziqing secretly blamed Yang Huan.

"Besides, you didn't see his face, you're almost drunk."

In fact, she understood that Yang Huan deliberately drank with his grandfather just to make him happy.

The most important thing about drinking is to have an opponent to enjoy it.

When Yang Huan heard this, Yu Qian raised his hand and said, "Oh, old man, no, I can't do it."

"What? You can't do it? I'm just getting excited about drinking, but you can't do it?"

With Mr. Zhuang's blushing face and his tone of speaking, everyone knew that he was almost done.

That is, he himself, too happy, too excited, and lost himself.

"It's really not possible. I'm so impatient. I can't drink it anymore. If I drink it again, I'll be six jin." Yang Huan waved his hand vigorously.

"Brother Liujin? Who is it?"

"Oh, Brother Liujin, it's a friend of mine. Jiannanchun can lose 6 jin and 52 degrees in one breath."

After Yang Huan said this, everyone present was stunned.

Jian Nanchun at 52 degrees?

Good, this is no longer a huge amount

Mr. Zhuang looked at Yang Huan deeply again, and kept nodding, "You kid, okay, better than the two of them."

Yang Wenfeng and Zhuang Mingyang on the side were depressed.

It turns out that the old man always looks at the alcohol level, and anyone who can drink is fine

What's wrong with not being able to drink?

If you can’t drink alcohol, you won’t be able to do anything?

What is the reason for this?

Mr. Zhuang stood up, let alone, it was quite stable, and he could only drink six or seven cents at most.

"Everyone" he raised the wine glass in his hand.

Everyone in the banquet hall suddenly calmed down and looked over.

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when they are happy.

The old man looked red and looked fluttering on his 80th birthday today.

"There are all relatives and friends here today, and I am very grateful."

Everyone in the banquet hall looked at him and listened silently.

Although the old man has retired for many years, his prestige is still there.

Today, all the important national leaders did not come, but they all sent birthday gifts.

This itself is enough to show Mr. Zhuang's status and influence.

"Take advantage of today, everyone is here, and my old man will take this opportunity to announce a happy event to everyone."

As soon as Mr. Zhuang said this, everyone in the banquet hall was full of expectations.

Zhuang Ziqing immediately realized what his grandfather was going to say, and blushed and almost buried her head in her chest.

The expressions of Qin Changjiang and his son were even more interesting, one was envy, jealousy, and the other was the fire-breathing eyes.

With today's announcement, everything has become a foregone conclusion and no one can change it.

"Life is in a hurry, and I am already in my 80s. When this person is old, he will inevitably have some thoughts that I can't let go. Today I am thinking about giving the biggest thought to myself."

As he said that, Mr. Zhuang signaled Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing to stand up.

The two of them stood up and were handsome and beautiful. Everyone present was amazed when they saw it.

I immediately understood what Mr. Zhuang meant.

"His name is Yang Huan. I believe everyone has heard of him. I now solemnly announce that Yang Huan and our son-qing will be engaged on a date."

After listening to it, everyone present burst into thunderous applause.

Long Hai Yang's family and the Beijing Villager have a marriage kinship. This is amazing, it's so expensive.
To be continued...