This Japanese sword is about one foot long.

It's a little different from the swords you usually see.

This knife is relatively straight, with a narrow blade, and three green emeralds carved on the handle.

Although this knife looks light, it is actually quite heavy.

Everyone clearly felt that Mr. Hong's hand had grown heavier. They couldn't help but take a deep breath and were very worried about him.

But what I didn’t expect was that after Mr. Hong picked up the knife, his already bright eyes seemed to be injected with light.

His back involuntarily straightened up, and the knife in his hand seemed to grow inside his body.

Immediately afterwards, the old man in his 80s actually grasped the handle of the knife, hummed and hawed, and his hands moved smoothly.

Under the gaze of everyone, the knife swished and formed sword flowers.

Mr. Hong is so fast.

So much so that no one could see his movements clearly, they could only see the cold light flashing from the knife, which turned into a circle-like shadow.

"good!"

Everyone applauded and cheered sincerely.

He wanted to rush forward, but Mr. Hong was swinging the sword so violently.

No one dared to step forward.

After a minute or two, Mr. Hong put down the Japanese sword in his hand reluctantly.

The old yet powerful hand gently stroked the blade.

Nodded and said "good".

Then he put the knife back on the long table.

"The Zhuang family is thoughtful."

Mr. Hong seemed to be in a much better mood than before, and he spoke happily, referring to Zhuang Yao.

Zhuang Yao was also smart. Seeing that Mr. Hong was in such a good mood, she simply joked, "As long as you are happy, I will continue to pay attention to this kind of items and send them to you in the future!"

“Yeah, not bad!”

Mr. Hong nodded and looked at Zhuang Yao with approval.

This was the second person that Mr. Hong specifically mentioned when he was looking at the gifts.

The previous one is Yu Weiting, and this one is Zhuang Yao.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence that both of them are beautiful women with stunning looks.

The wealthy businessman next to him couldn't help but secretly regret that if he had let his daughter present the gift, maybe she could get the favor of Mr. Hong.

Accompanied by Academician Luo, Mr. Hong continued to move forward.

The wealthy businessmen gathered around also slowly looked at Mr. Hong, following his gaze.

If the old man could stay in front of their gifts for a second or two,

They felt like they were chosen by the emperor, and every cell in their body was filled with excitement.

If Mr. Hong could say a few more words, it would almost be like guaranteeing the wealthy businessmen's business for the coming year.

Rich businessmen are even more eager to have it.

But what if Mr. Hong didn't show any interest in their gifts.

They didn't dare to raise any objection.

You have to stay by his side respectfully and agree with him from time to time.

Soon, Mr. Hong walked up to the six cans of tea presented by Mr. Qiao San.

Silk and tea are luxury items in the history of China.

In the Ming Dynasty, a piece of high-quality silk could be exchanged for two or three high-quality shops in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

A can of fine tea is almost equivalent to a piece of fine silk.

It is precisely because of this that the ancients had an extraordinary pursuit and attention to tea cans.

The six cans of tea placed in front of Mr. Hong are made of different materials and are from different eras.

The only thing in common is that their materials are all selected from the best.

And they are all from famous artists.

The first tea can was made of ivory.

Four kinds of plants, namely plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, are carved on the white ivory tea can. These plants are displayed harmoniously and vividly on the tea can.

The second tea can is made of jade.

The top of the jade tea can is bluish-white.

Below is the emerald green color.

The skilled craftsmen in charge of the carving used the area below as a leisurely river.

The white color above is processed into the shape of white clouds and blue sky.

This shape that is close to nature and the fragrant tea inside complement each other.

Several other tea cans were also made by famous artists, some were made of purple clay and some were enamel from the Qing Dynasty.

The six tea cans lined up in a row are like exquisite works of art, shining with the 5,000-year wisdom of the Chinese nation and telling the long history.

Mr. Hong asked, "Is this sent by the Qiao family?"

At this time, old man Xiahou Ding had already come over from somewhere else, probably because he had just finished doing something somewhere else.

"Yes, it was sent by Mr. Qiao San."

As he spoke, Old Master Xia Hou read the fortune of Young Master Qiao who was standing next to him.

At this moment, Mr. Qiao's attention was completely focused on Hong Huohuo who was next to Mr. Hong.

Hong Huohuo's jade-white back, slender waist, and delicate calves appeared clearly in front of him.

The girl's unique body fragrance, with the lingering scent of roses and flowers, rushed into his nostrils like a heat wave.

Young Master Qiao couldn't help but be fascinated.

This Miss Hong is truly fascinating. If I could marry her and be with her day and night, it would be sweeter than eating honey.

For a moment, Mr. Qiao's mind was filled with filthy imaginations.

He didn't even hear Old Man Xiahou calling him.

"Mr. Qiao San?"

Old Master Xiahou called him again.

However, during this gap, Mr. Qiao's reaction was completely seen by Mr. Hong.

There were indeed quite a few wild butterflies surrounding his granddaughter.

Over the years, Mr. Hong has been really worried about Miss Huohuo's lifelong affairs.

It is absolutely impossible for children born in a family like theirs to find a child from an ordinary family as a marriage partner.

But the second and third generation rich people around him either didn't learn martial arts or were completely uneducated, and they really didn't catch the old man's eye.

Just like the third son of Mr. Qiao in front of him, although his clothes are worth millions, he looks like a fool after seeing his granddaughter.

It's really unsightly.

Mr. Hong closed his eyes calmly, then looked at Mr. Qiao San and waited for his reply.

The third son of Qiao quickly bowed respectfully to the old man and said, "This is the mother tree Da Hong Pao that my Qiao family specially prepared for you as a birthday gift. I wish you a long life and good health."

Old Master Hong was annoyed by his attitude towards his granddaughter just now. After hearing what he said, he just hummed softly and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but it's more appropriate for the mother tree of Da Hong Pao to grow in Wuyi Mountain."

Mr. Qiao San's face turned pale instantly.

After thinking for a while, he whispered, "We have invited professional scholars to maintain this mother tree of Da Hong Pao, and the humidity, temperature and soil used are exactly the same as those in Wuyi Mountain."

"Yeah?"

Mr. Hong raised his eyebrows, then turned to ask Mr. Xiahou: "What do you mean by acclimatization?"