Chapter 110: Birthday Banquet Nine Uncle's Expectations
Renjia Town.
Fulai Inn.
There is a big welcome sign at the door, with three big characters written on it: Birthday Party!
The interior of the inn is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, all in bright red. The golden longevity characters on the screen shine brightly in the sunlight, and are obviously sprinkled with gold powder.
A group of ten waiters and waiters, wearing brand new clothes, stood in the lobby under the leadership of the innkeeper, waiting for the distinguished guests to arrive.
Not long after, he saw Uncle Jiu in a suit walking in with more than 20 people. The inn owner quickly called to his subordinates behind him and shouted: "Uncle Jiu...happy birthday!"
Uncle Jiu was startled by this battle, and subconsciously turned to look at the three disciples: "Is this too exaggerated?"
Qin Yao smiled and said: "It's not an exaggeration. Knowing that you are afraid of waste, we only booked this inn. Otherwise, the entire Renjia Town will be decorated with lights and colors to celebrate your birthday today."
Uncle Jiu: "..."
It's obvious from the first glance that this kid has never had a hard life.
Don't know how to be thrifty.
Booking an inn is considered a big event, right?
"Dum-dum-dum-dong-dong-dong..."
Just as he was speechless, a group of lion dancers suddenly came over and stopped in front of the inn. They performed various moves, attracting the attention of passers-by and even applauding.
"I wish Uncle Jiu that he will be as blessed as the East China Sea, live as long as the Southern Mountains, everything goes well, and he will be healthy forever." After the lion dance danced for a while, Ren Tingting, dressed in a red dress, came out from behind the lion dance and held her hands with a smile.
"Tingting."
"Tingting!"
Before Uncle Jiu could speak, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng shouted loudly.
Ren Tingting smiled slightly: "Qiu Sheng, a literary talent."
"If you're interested, come in, come in." Uncle Jiu smiled and waved.
"It's so lively!" At this time, the mayor Ren Qingquan led a group of squires and strode over with a smile on his face.
In Renjia Town, if attending other banquets, Ren Qingquan would definitely be the last one to arrive. This kind of finale appearance is a reflection of status.
But attending Uncle Jiu’s birthday party...
Fuck the finale.
What should I do if the boss is unhappy if I go late?
He is not a good-tempered person!
"Thank you very much, Mayor Ren, and thank you all fellow villagers." Uncle Jiu responded loudly.
"Senior Brother Lin!"
"Uncle Lin..."
Just as the official figures of Renjia Town were invited into the inn, a group of Maoshan Taoist priests without robes or cassocks suddenly came together and celebrated loudly.
When you go to a birthday party, you cannot wear priest robes or cassocks, otherwise it would be too shameful.
Having said that, the reason why they came here was not because of their relationship with Uncle Nine, but because of the reputation of the punishment hall. After all, even if the two powers are separated, someone who can occupy a place in the execution hall still has military power. Among the foreigners, except Shi Jian
No one dares to look down upon the Yizhuang Clan except those from the Clan.
Uncle Jiu immediately invited these fellow disciples in and ordered them to sit down.
Then he came to the main table and took the main seat. Looking at the figures filling the hall below, he felt a little unreal.
My reputation seems to be growing at an almost terrifying speed...
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
Not long after, Qin Yao, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai came over pushing a small cart. On the cart was a large birthday cake filled with thin edible candles.
"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you." The hall was full of guests, hundreds of people singing along, the sound was loud and the atmosphere was warm, pushing the atmosphere of the room to a climax.
"Wencai, the production team is so rich." Qiu Sheng screamed strangely.
Wen Cai chuckled and said, "Your master may not use it very much, but for a talisman master, the writing brush needs to be used every day."
"Okay, don't compare." Uncle Jiu said, his eyes gradually shifted to Qin Yao.
He was looking forward to what gifts his most promising disciple would give him.
It doesn't matter whether it's expensive or not. What matters to him is the thoughtfulness in the gift.