Xue Chen spoke in a very calm and peaceful voice, but the young people who had just spoken were immediately speechless and unable to say a word to refute.

"Also, how can you say that I am a freeloader? I came here, but I haven't touched anything. On the contrary, the wine in the hands of several people must have drunk a lot. So, who is here to be a freeloader?

?Hey, there are still people with snack residue stuck to the corners of their mouths."

The few young men holding red wine glasses who were looking at them with Xue Chen's eyes felt embarrassed. They wanted to put down the wine glasses in their hands, but when they looked around, they found that there was no place to put them. They seemed at a loss for a while. But just now they had tasted

Those who had the snacks all raised their hands to wipe the corners of their mouths.

Ning Xuanxuan saw Xue Chen resolve everything so easily, her beautiful eyes flashed with a smile, especially when she saw that there were no snack residues on the corners of the mouths of several young people, but they wiped them with guilt, she couldn't help but

He covered his mouth and gave a sweet smile.

A pawn shop is a mixed bag of people. Every day you come into contact with a large number of people of all kinds. If you want to make a deal, you have to be eloquent. How can a few young people who have never experienced the world take advantage of Xue Chen in words.

"Haha, what are you talking about that makes Xuanxuan laugh so happily."

At this time, a man in his fifties with slightly white temples and a dignified face walked over slowly with a smile on his face.

"Uncle." When Ning Xuanxuan saw the visitor, she immediately stopped smiling and said lightly.

"Uncle Ning." Xu Ming bowed, his tone and demeanor were very respectful.

The other young people also said hello carefully, and no one said anything nonsense.

The man nodded slightly in response, and his eyes fell on Ning Xuanxuan: "Xuanxuan, you have a withdrawn temperament. You usually live alone. Take this opportunity to have more fun with these young people, especially Xu Ming, you two.

When I was a kid, I played house a lot."

"The old man will be down in a moment. I'll go up and have a look while you young people play." After saying these words, the man turned and walked away.

Although the man only said a few words, Xue Chen already heard something from these words. It seemed that the Ning family wanted Ning Xuanxuan and Xu Ming to be together.

"Xuanxuan, you also heard that uncle..."

Xu Ming smiled and said. However, before he finished speaking, Ning Xuanxuan grabbed Xue Chen's arm and walked toward the side of the banquet hall.

"Xue Chen, let's go over there. It's quiet."

Before Xue Chen was dragged away, he saw from the corner of his eye that Xu Ming's face had turned gloomy, and his eyes on him became even colder. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and was speechless, and he spit in his heart:

"Even a blind man can see that Ning Xuanxuan has no interest in you, and hates labor and management for no purpose? Even without me, Xue Chen, maybe Zhang Chen, Wang Chen, can you come over with hatred?"

Ning Xuanxuan was pulled to a sofa against the wall in the banquet hall. The two sat down next to each other. Xue Chen saw Ning Xuanxuan frowning tightly, so he did not speak.

After a long time, Ning Xuanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the sofa, stretched out her bare hands to pinch her eyebrows a little tiredly, and said to Xue Chen at the same time: "If you are hungry, go over and have something to eat."

Xue Chen shook his head and said seriously: "If you don't go, I'm not here for free."

Ning Xuanxuan was teased by Xue Chen and smiled. Her eyes were like waves, and the faint sadness on her face dissipated in an instant. It was like the first bright ray of sunshine penetrating through the dark clouds, making people feel happy.

Xue Chen looked at it in a daze and sighed from the inside out: "Sister Xuan, you are so beautiful."

When Ning Xuanxuan heard Xue Chen's bold praise, she was not shy, nor did she show any signs of blushing or embarrassment. Instead, she raised her chin slightly, revealing her jade-white neck and delicate collarbones, her eyes rolled, and she hummed: "

I said you are not blind, and you have lived in my place for more than half a year. Could it be that you have just realized that my sister and I are naturally beautiful now?"

After being stabbed by Ning Xuanxuan, Xue Chen wished he could slap himself in the mouth for talking too much.

"Sister Xuan, was that your uncle just now?" Xue Chen asked.

"Well, my uncle Ning Jiexiong, and my third uncle Ning Jade." Ning Xuanxuan said.

"Uncle, are aunts here today too?" Xue Chen asked casually.

"All passed away."

Xue Chen was scanning the banquet hall, searching for someone who resembled Ning Xuanxuan's father and daughter, or mother and daughter. Suddenly, he heard Ning Xuanxuan replying to him in a low voice. He was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the sofa!

Turning towards him, he saw Ning Xuanxuan with her head lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings wetted by the rain, making her look extraordinarily weak.

"Sorry." Xue Chen felt a little blocked and uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter, it's been many years and I'm used to it," Ning Xuanxuan said calmly.

At this time, there was a commotion in the banquet hall, and all the guests present turned to the direction of the stairs on the second floor and moved slowly over.

A silver-haired old man wearing a crimson Tang suit came down, accompanied by Ning Xuanxuan's uncle Ning Jiexiong and another man, presumably Ning Jide.

Even if Xue Chen had never met him, he could still realize that this person was Ning Junshan, the founder of the Ning Group, a legend in Haicheng City.

Ning Junshan celebrated his eightieth birthday, but when Xue Chen looked at it like this, he didn't feel like an eighty-year-old man at all. He didn't have the decrepitude of Long Zhong at all. He walked down the steps smoothly, his body was straight, and he looked energetic.

He was also very energetic, with a rosy complexion, and his gentle eyes swept over the guests present, smiling and waving.

"Let's go there too." Ning Xuanxuan gathered her mood, stood up and said to Xue Chen.

"good."

As the two came closer, they heard congratulations one after another.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ning on his 80th birthday."

"Congratulations to the old chairman for being in good health."

Ning Junshan stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the congratulations, and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you, thank you all, for coming to this old man's birthday party. I am very grateful."

"Grandpa, my grandson borrows this picture of a hundred years to wish you good health and a long life."

A young man of about thirty years old stepped out from among the guests, shook a scroll in his hand with a loud bang, and displayed a picture of a hundred years of life, a big longevity character composed of a hundred small longevity characters.

Some of the guests who were knowledgeable nodded and praised: "This should be an authentic picture of a hundred longevity pictures from the mid-Qing Dynasty. It is very rare and rare."

"You can't get it without hundreds of thousands."

Looking at the very fitting picture of a hundred years of longevity, Ning Junshan smiled broadly: "Well, Hao'er is interested."

Xue Chen glanced at this young man and didn't know if he was Uncle Ning Xuanxuan or the child of his third uncle's family.

After the first one presented a gift to celebrate his birthday, the Ning family’s children came forward one after another.

"Grandpa, I wish you, like the snowy plum blossoms in this painting by Xu Yang, live more vigorously and energetically." Ning Yuan, who had just met, was holding in his hand a painting of snow, which was the best painting of Xu Yang, a court painter of the Qing Dynasty.

Plum painting, smiled and came forward to wish birthday.

"Lao San, this kid of yours is really getting better and better at talking." Ning Jiexiong said to Ning Jade with a smile.

Then, another pretty girl aged ten and a half with a ponytail came forward, holding a regular script scroll by Dong Qichang, a calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty, and said a birthday message in a sweet voice.

"It's really a trench."

Xue Chen secretly thought to himself. The birthday gifts of the three people are worth hundreds of thousands, which ordinary people cannot afford.

Just when Xue Chen was sighing with emotion, Ning Xuanxuan also walked into the sight of the guests with gentle steps, unfolded the scroll in her hand, and on the scroll were written four full official script characters: Shoubi Nanshan.

"Xuan'er is here, wish grandpa a long life!"

When Ning Junshan saw Ning Xuanxuan, he showed a loving look on his face and nodded. His eyes glanced at the Shoubi Nanshan scroll in Ning Xuanxuan's hand, and his eyes fluctuated.

The guests around looked at this painting of Shoubinan Mountain, and they all pointed, pondered, or had doubts.

"Why is this calligraphy not signed? Which dynasty is it from?"

"Looking at the degree of oxidation of the paper, it should be from the mid-Qing Dynasty. As for whose handwriting, I really can't tell."

"It should be from the calligrapher, the calligraphy looks very energetic."

Listening to these dissatisfied, half-full guests pretending to understand and appreciating the calligraphy in Ning Xuanxuan's hand, Xue Chen almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He glanced twice and saw that the paper he was writing on was an old object, probably a blank rice paper preserved from the Qing Dynasty. As for the four words on it, it could only be said to be quite satisfactory. It was far from spiritual and had no physical strength.

It is far different from other calligraphers.

"Mei Xuan, who does this calligraphy of yours belong to?" the young man who was the first to come out to celebrate his birthday asked curiously.

Ning Xuanxuan's eyes fluctuated, and she said with a smile: "Brother Hao, I can't afford everyone's reputation. I specially studied this calligraphy with a vice president of our Haicheng Calligraphy and Painting Association for half a month.

After the official script was written, I wrote it myself, but it was not written well and made everyone laugh."

The guests who had just looked seriously at inferring which calligrapher of the previous generation had written this calligraphy were all embarrassed when they heard that it was written by Ning Xuanxuan herself after only practicing calligraphy for more than ten days.

Ning Junshan looked at the four characters "Shoubi Nanshan" and saw the embarrassment on the guests' faces. He couldn't help but laugh: "The writing is very good. Grandpa likes it very much.

My study."

The guests were also thoughtful people. Seeing that none of the first three celebrity calligraphy and paintings worth hundreds of thousands of dollars pleased Mr. Ning, they all couldn't help but take a deep look at Ning Xuanxuan.

When Ning Xuanxuan came back after celebrating her birthday, Xue Chen secretly gave her a thumbs up.

"Do you admire my handwriting? It's very good?" Ning Xuanxuan asked in a low voice with a hint of pride on her cheeks.

"No, Sister Xuan, you may have misunderstood. I give you a thumbs up because I admire your courage. You have the nerve to use such an ugly word as a birthday gift. Fortunately, it is your grandfather. Another person would have made a fool of you or made a fool of you."

It’s the freeloaders who are thrown out.” Xue Chen said hehey.
Chapter completed!