Wen Junjie and others nodded and said, "Isn't it? Without Miss Meng's family, you are nothing. I have so many guests in the Wen family, how dare you ask which guest came because of you?"

"Did you see the person at the table next to you? That's my friend. And the person at the table on the right, that's Wen Junchi's friend. These people are all well-known figures in Kyoto. There are so many guests, but one of them came because of you, Zhang Yifeng? No!"

Zhang Yifeng smiled: "How do you know if you don't?"

"Is there anyone here? Who is here because you came? Please point it out and show me?"

Zhang Yifeng took out his cell phone and looked at the time, and said lightly: "The person hasn't arrived yet. I think it's almost time to arrive after a while."

"Blow, keep blowing!"

"Is it a bragging or not? Just check it out later."

"Then we'll wait."

Wen Junjie and others snorted coldly, then went to the table next to them to sit down, and listened carefully to Fang Keting's singing.

After they left, Meng Nishang's voice came: "Do they think I called Fang Keting?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "What do you think?"

Meng Nishang frowned and said, "Why don't you explain?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "There is no need to explain. The good show is still coming."

Fang Keting's second song was soon finished, and no one asked her to sing a few more songs this time. After all, this is Mr. Wen's birthday, not Fang Keting's solo concert.

Mr. Wen wanted Fang Keting to stay for dinner, but after Fang Keting sang, she left in a hurry without even taking a sip of water. She said that there was something to do and she was very busy.

Fang Keting did not intend to stay because of the persuasion of Mr. Wen and the Wen family.

"I'm leaving, call me if you have something to do. I will help you within my ability, after all, I owe you."

Before Fang Keting left, she greeted Zhang Yifeng specifically, which caused everyone to speculate, what does this kid have to do with Fang Keting? In addition, isn’t this kid married? The original wife is still here. Are you not worried about Zhang Yifeng’s original wife’s unhappy when Fang Keting said just now?

Why do you feel that the relationship between the two is so ambiguous?

Zhang Yifeng did not keep Fang Keting in the seat. In fact, Fang Keting was already very proud of him when she was able to sing two songs.

After Fang Keting left, several guests came one after another.

There are only three empty seats left for Zhang Yifeng’s table, and it seems that all the important guests have arrived.

Mr. Wen picked up the white wine in his hand, said a few words, and the birthday party officially began.

"My grandpa, I wish you a day and a day every year."

"Old man, I don't know when you will draw a painting for me personally. The paintings of the old man are very worthy of collection."

At the entire table, everyone was talking about Mr. Wen, and Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nishang were both excluded. To be precise, Zhang Yifeng was excluded, and no one talked to him.

At this time, Wen Junjie and others sneered at the table next door: "Zhang Yifeng, how does it feel to sit in the chief seat? Do you feel very unsociable? I deserve it, who makes you show off and can't squeeze into the circle, and you have to squeeze in. By the way, didn't you say that you have friends to celebrate grandpa's birthday? Where is the person? You'll slap yourself in the face."

Zhang Yifeng ignored the ridicule of Wen Junjie and others, but turned the turntable on his own and picked what he liked to eat.

Not long after eating, the welcome outside the door shouted again.

"A customer has arrived, Chairman of Kyoto Fenghe Technology Group and Feng Mei, the eldest daughter of the Feng family, came to celebrate her birthday."

The Feng family is only considered a lower-level family in Kyoto. 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, and 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 and pick up the guests."

Mr. Wen would not take the initiative to greet Feng Mei, but he could not neglect the guests. He gave Wentai a wink, and Wentai immediately went out to greet him.

After Feng Mei came in, the literary station wanted to put Feng Mei'an at another table, but Zhang Yifeng said: "Sister Mei, sit next to me, there is no one."

"This..." Wentai glanced at Mr. Wen and did not dare to make decisions without authorization.

Mr. Wen's face was very bad. Zhang Yifeng had no etiquette at all! He was very kind to let him sit here, but now he actually asked Feng Mei to sit here. Although Feng Mei is from the Feng family, she is not the master of the Feng family, nor is she the heir of the Feng family, and she is not qualified to sit here yet.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Wen had a gloomy face and said, "Since they know each other, let them sit together. However, the table is a bit crowded. Isn't there a table in the corner that only one or two people sit? Let them both sit over."

Mr. Wen's words obviously drove away Zhang Yifeng and Meng Nishang.

At first, he gave Miss Meng's face, so he didn't say anything and allowed Zhang Yifeng and Miss Meng's to sit here together. But he didn't expect that this kid was so ignorant! Who did he think he was? Is he the master of the Wen family? In his Wen family, he knew which guest was sitting in which position. He had planned it long ago, so how could he allow a junior to make his own decisions?

"You asked me to go to the corner?"

Zhang Yifeng turned his head and glanced at the old man of the Wen family.

"What? Can't I, a grandfather, discipline you? Even Wentan is not qualified to sit in the location here, let alone you are a junior. Your father didn't educate you well back then, so today I can only teach you what politeness is and what respect for elders means." Old Master Wen snorted coldly.

After his words, the guests around him began to talk.

"This Zhang Yifeng is indeed a bit too much. The table is full of elders. He, a junior, insisted on sitting there. He is indeed a little ignorant of the current affairs and does not know how to deal with people and things. No wonder the Wen family has not brought him to Wen family forever."

"Yes, I guess he still thinks he is the eldest master of the Zhang family who used to be the wind and rain."

After hearing Mr. Wen’s words, Zhang Yifeng 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 I will make a statement first. If you want me to sit back later, you need to ask for it."

"Don't worry, no." Old Master Wen spoke coldly.

Zhang Yifeng nodded lightly: "Okay, then I'll go there. By the way, I have a painting here for you, I almost forgot."

Zhang Yifeng took out the landscape painting from his arms and threw it directly on the table.

The old man from the Wen family said lightly: "But, please accept it." In front of so many people, he was naturally embarrassed to say no.

The butler nodded and was about to accept the painting, Wen Junjie, who was on 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 this painting first and then take it away. We all want to know how generous the Meng family's prospective son-in-law is, and what treasures will he give to his grandfather. I think it's not a fake on the street stall, right?"

Wen Junjie sneered, and finally saw Zhang Yifeng making a fool of himself. He didn't believe that Zhang Yifeng could take out any good things.
Chapter completed!