Young Master Qiao San realized that this unknown Lin Han in front of him was actually able to influence Young Master Zhou's will.

He knew that it was no use asking Master Zhou for help now.

So he turned to Lin Han for help.

However, before he could open his mouth, he was stopped by Lin Han.

"I say, old money, it's really cheap of you to do this now, don't let me look down on you!"

After saying that, Lin Han waved his hand, signaling him to get out.

Young Master Qiao had no choice but to lower his head and quietly blend into the crowd.

In the direction he left, a figure lowered his head.

When Lin Han went to see, he found that it was Shen Ting.

It's really interesting. Lin Han caused trouble several times, and this guy named Shen was always in front of him.

Originally, he was thinking of going up to ridicule her, but when Lin Han reached into his trouser pocket and touched the huge sun-green jadeite ring, he gave up the idea. Just think of it as a gift from you to me!

The crowd suddenly quieted down and couldn't help but be attracted by the changing lights on the field.

Immediately afterwards, there was thunderous applause from the exit, and countless spotlights were shining on the T-stage.

Mr. Hong, accompanied by Hong Huohuo and surrounded by a dozen followers and evaluators, walked to the center of the T-stage.

Mr. Hong is indeed worthy of his reputation. Just by standing there, the countless wealthy businessmen below can feel his unique atmosphere.

After all, he is over 80 years old. Mr. Hong has a hunched back and is leaning on a white dragon-headed cane. His maroon Zhongshan suit makes him look a little empty, but his eyes are full of awe-inspiring majesty.

When he glanced at the crowd, everyone seemed to be able to feel the firm gaze that came from his experience of struggling through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Involuntarily, the people off the court straightened their backs slightly and looked at Mr. Hong.

"Today is my 88th birthday. First of all, I would like to thank all the guests for coming to my birthday party. Due to limited space, I have to choose you to come inside. It seems that I have to work harder to get everyone to come inside when I am 100 years old!"

There was thunderous applause.

Everyone was moved by Mr. Hong's words, and was also infected by her positive attitude towards life. For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue reached a small climax.

Mr. Hong didn't say much. After he finished speaking, he moved on to the next step. Mr. Hong wanted to look at the gifts one by one.

The long tables on both sides of the T-stage are filled with a wide variety of precious cultural relics.

Mr. Hong walked down from the T-stage with the help of his granddaughter.

Academician Luo followed behind him, and everyone looked forward along the long table.

Mr. Hong stopped in front of the gift, and the wealthy businessmen who had delivered the gifts hurried over.

If Mr. Hong could make a comment or two, then this wealthy businessman would be like someone favored by heaven, and everyone would be extremely envious of him.

However, Mr. Hong holds a large birthday banquet almost every 45 years. He is not surprised by people flocking to him to give him gifts.

He only stayed in front of each gift for a second or two. Although his eyes were full of appreciation and gratitude, it was obvious that he had not found any gift he really liked among them.

Fortunately, Mr. Hong saw the painting of spring rain in Gushan.

He stopped in front of the picture.

“This is a nice picture.”

Although Mr. Hong didn't say many words, to Yu Weiting, they sounded better than any other voice.

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, she walked up gracefully and bowed respectfully to Mr. Hong: "Thank you, Mr. Hong. My father bought this painting from a friend more than ten years ago. Thinking that Mr. Hong is a person who likes calligraphy and painting, as the saying goes, a sword is given to a hero, my father asked me to give this painting to you!"

He spoke very logically and praised Mr. Hong subtly.

Mr. Hong nodded: "Very good, the artistic conception of this painting is also good, but I think it is better to donate this level of calligraphy and painting to the country!"

Yu Weiting nodded without any hesitation and said, "Cultural treasures naturally belong to the country, and we give them to you, Mr. Hong. You can dispose of them yourself. Donating them to the country can also be regarded as our contribution to the national cultural relics construction cause!"

Her words really impressed Mr. Hong.

"Yu family?"

Mr. Hong asked.

Academician Luo beside him nodded: "Yes, sir, and this painting is priceless."

“Not bad!”

Mr. Hong looked back at his granddaughter, then pointed at Miss Yu and said, "Huo Huo! You two can be friends!"

Hong Huohuo glanced at his grandfather with a little pride and said, "We are already friends, don't worry, Grandpa!"

"Really? Very good!"

Don’t underestimate these few short sentences. For Yu Weiting and the entire Yu family, this is a godsend opportunity.

It can almost be concluded that their business empire will definitely expand several times than it is now.

Mr. Hong lets his granddaughter be friends with Yu Weiting, so who would refuse to give Mr. Yu face after that?

The wealthy businessmen couldn't help but cast envious glances at Miss Yu.

Afterwards, Mr. Hong continued to move forward accompanied by everyone.

Whether it was a priceless Qianlong vase or some Chundai colored porcelain, Mr. Hong only paused for a few seconds and then expressed his gratitude to the person who contributed the gift.

However, everyone could see from his eyes that he was still looking forward to the next gift.

Zhuang Yao couldn't help but feel puzzled and asked Lin Han: "Mr. Hong doesn't seem to be very satisfied with these gifts!"

Lin Han said softly: "He is over 80 years old. I don't think he would care too much about these material possessions. On the contrary, swords, spears, and halberds might arouse his interest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Hong stopped in front of the Japanese sword that Zhuang Yao had given him.

"Japanese sword?"

Obviously, Mr. Hong's reaction was more excited than when she saw any gift.

Academician Na Luo naturally knew him, and hurriedly went up to him and said, "It was given by Zhuang Kaishan's daughter, Zhuang Yao."

"OK!"

Mr. Hong's eyes were bright and as he stared at the knife, the expression on his face was much richer than before.

"When we fought against the Japanese pirates, they used this kind of sword. At that time, our swords were inferior to theirs. But now it's better!"

Academician Luo quickly replied, "The materials used in Japanese swords were more advanced than ours at the time, but it was not a remarkable technology. Now our swords are better than theirs!"

Mr. Hong nodded excitedly and reached out to take the knife.