Speaking of celebrating the birthday, they no longer had a good opinion of their old father-in-law because they had better plans, so they discussed it with Zhao Yong.
"On the eighth day of next month, your mother will celebrate her birthday. As our son, you must make it a lively occasion for us."
"This kind of environment in the countryside is absolutely not acceptable. We need to go to the city and find the chefs who can cook in the original restaurant and ask them to prepare at least 300 tables."
"The people I deal with are all important people, you can't hold me back."
"Everything must be the best, understand? You can't lose face for your father, so you have to stand up for me!"
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When Zhao Yong heard the number of 300 tables, he was shocked, but under his father's persuasion these days, he actually learned to be forbearing.
"Dad, I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever you say. But..." He changed the subject and said with some embarrassment: "You can see that we are just ordinary farmers with a poor family background. I'm afraid we can only hold five tables in the city at most. The remaining 295 tables require money..."
The old man smiled coldly: "Oh... Don't worry, there is plenty of money. Our family can still be short of this little money. You are so short-sighted."
But he seemed to have forgotten that Zhao Yong had not spent a penny of his money since he came back.
The old man attached great importance to money, and no one knows how much wealth he has.
Including the old lady who was by his side, she only knew that the old man had the capital to do whatever he wanted, and she didn't dare to ask about the details at all, for fear of making him unhappy.
The person who has always coveted this money has never been Zhao Yong's family, but Zhao Nan, his married daughter.
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