What was going on? Not only did he dress up decently, but he also sang in a good tone. This child was quite filial.
Xu Xiaoxiao bowed to the old man and shouted, "I wish you happiness as boundless as the East Sea, grandpa! May you live as long as the South Mountain! "
After shouting, he didn't waste any time. He waved his sleeves a few times and said loudly, "Wa ya ya ya … I'm leaving too …"
He was using Sun Wukong's trick again. The audience was overjoyed. Some pounded the table, while others stamped their feet.
When Xu and Qin Guan walked out of the backstage, they passed by the audience. Why is he so funny?
"Grandpa, grandpa, this is Qin Guan, a good friend of mine from college. He's here to celebrate your birthday."
Qin Guan cupped his hands and bowed. "May the sun and the moon be prosperous and the pines and cranes live in spring!"
"Thank you, young man." Grandpa Xu smiled kindly.
"Look, grandpa. This is a gift from Qin Guan. Isn't it rare?" Xu Xiaoxiao noticed that his father had a good impression of Qin Guan. He took out Qin Guan's gift like it was a treasure, as if it was his own contribution.
Grandpa Xu's eyes lit up when he saw the small snuff bottle. It was not worth much, and snuff bottles had only been in use for a few years in China.
However, the snuff bottle that the child had given him had evoked memories of the past. There was a feeling called nostalgia, and there was a feeling called longing.
It was not about the value, but the taste.
"It's nice. I like it. I like it better than that tickle chair you gave me."
"Tickle chair? That's a body-fitting massage chair. Grandpa Xu is biased."
Xu Xiaoxiao's father glared at him. He was about to slap him on the head. "What are you talking about? Go, go, go. Kids go play on the roof. Let us old folks have a good gathering. Stop messing around here! "
Xu Xiaoxiao shrunk his head and kissed his grandfather. Then he left with Qin Guan.
"That's how my father is. He has the final say in the family. We don't have much to play with this group of old fogies. I'll take you to meet our peers in the family."
Xu straightened his collar and strode to the door of the side hall in high spirits.
The atmosphere changed. They were all Qin Guan's peers. After a few rounds of introductions, they became familiar with each other.
"Young master, almost all the guests are here. What do you think?" A butler came over and whispered something in Xu's ear.
"Qin Guan, let's go to the roof. Everyone, follow us. Let's have a drink under the lights of New York."
The kids in the living room followed Xu to the garden on the top of the building.
The style of this place instantly became very American. Even the participants were very American. Unlike the Chinese faces in the inner hall, this place was almost an American world.
"These are our business partners and friends from all over the world. Of course, there are also many people looking for opportunities. You know what I mean."
Then Xu raised his eyebrows at the pretty girls in the hall with a flirtatious look on his face.
Qin Guan rolled his eyes at Xu and said, "Where is the food? Do you know what time it is? "
It was already so late, and he hadn't even had a sip of water.
Qin Guan put his arm around Xu's neck. He was like a cat being tickled. He couldn't resist.
"Brother, over there. The food is over there." They laughed and joked with each other, not forgetting to maintain their appearance. As soon as they arrived at the table, Qin Guan saw an acquaintance.
He lifted his eyelids, but didn't even bother to greet him. He let go of Xu's shoulder and rushed to the barbecue.
Jones was surprised. The Xu family was the leader of the largest Chinese family in New York's Chinatown. Thanks to his reputation as a top photographer, he had been invited to attend the banquet.
To put it bluntly, he was there to work. He was in charge of taking pictures of the Xu family's banquet. Not only did he take pictures of the guests and the people at the banquet, he was also in charge of taking pictures of them to make them look good.
Unexpectedly, a little-known Asian model was qualified to attend such a banquet, which made Jones's heart tremble.
Fortunately, he had met Qin Guan there. Otherwise, he would have ended up in the bottom of the Manhattan river instead of the luxurious New York.
The Xu family of the Hong Sect was the largest branch of the Victory Society. Although they had been clean for many years under the leadership of Old Man Xu, they were still deeply connected to the Chinese Mafia. Therefore, they would always be backed by the largest Chinese Mafia group.
Jones had seen the close relationship between Qin Guan and the third generation of the Xu family. If he continued to oppose Qin Guan, he would know why the flowers were red.
He picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray and drank it in one gulp, ignoring the bubbles.
The atmosphere on the top floor was perfect. Elder Xu slowly made his way up the stairs. On the small podium on the top floor, the person in charge of the City Hall had already adjusted his tie. He was ready to represent the City Hall and congratulate the elder on his birthday.
After listening to the flirtatious words, everyone rushed forward one after another, trying to express their respect to this Asian tycoon.
The old man didn't appear for long. He was just there to greet them. When he left, the noisy party on the rooftop finally began.
Xu walked up to Qin Guan, who was sitting in a corner, with his arms around a hot blonde girl. "Brother, don't just eat. Take a look at Lilith's friends. Do you like white, yellow or black?"
"I like you, my ass. Do you want to be chased by Cong Nianwei for five whole blocks? If you like it, you can accept it."
Just as the two of them were about to continue teasing each other, a burly man who weighed at least 200 pounds walked up the stairs along the corridor. He stomped on the rather sturdy wooden stairs, making a clanging sound.
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