Tang Qianzhong continued to vent his bitterness: "Do you know how many people begged me to intercede with Mr. Jiang and give them the right to attend the banquet because Jiang Lao's birthday banquet was held in my hotel? Even if it happened, someone promised
Me, give me 100 million."
"You heard it right. A boss wants to give me 100 million for an invitation!"
"But I don't have this ability. I, Tang Qianzhong, am fairly well-known in Jincheng. I have a net worth of several billion, which is quite impressive."
"But in the eyes of the Jiang family, I am just a piece of shit, and so is your father Wan Qiang."
"The polite words I said to you are all good to everyone, but you actually take them seriously? I think you have been a young master of a rich family for so long that your brain is no longer good!"
Tang Qianzhong ridiculed Wan Kun unceremoniously.
Wan Kun's face turned blue and white, and he could only say: "But Uncle Tang, I really received three invitations!"
Tang Qianzhong sneered without hesitation: "Three pictures? Do you think it's a wholesale market? It must be fake."
"But it seems to be Mr. Jiang's own handwriting." Wan Kun said.
"Have you seen Mr. Jiang's calligraphy?" Tang Qianzhong was speechless and said impatiently: "Okay, I have to be busy. There are still people in this world who dare to fake invitations to Mr. Jiang's birthday banquet. It's really a big deal..."
The following words are Tang Qianzhong's own words.
After saying that, he hung up.
The Zhou family fell into a long silence.
"It seems that Master Wan Kun really can't get the invitation."
A junior from the Zhou family whispered.
When these words reached Wan Kun's ears, he immediately felt uncomfortable and said loudly: "I don't have the ability to get the invitation. Isn't this normal?"
The man shrunk his head and stopped talking.
Wan Kun snorted coldly: "You all talk about the Jiang family, but do you really understand how terrifying the name Jiang Sinian is?"
"Mr. Jiang's life was magnificent."
"It is said that when the old man was young, he was taught by a man named Xu. From then on, during those years of raging war, he went into battle to kill the enemy with bravery and invincibility."
"In short, the old man's life is full of wonderful colors, and now he has achieved such a thunderous and world-famous status."
"I'm a humble second-generation rich man from Jincheng. Isn't it normal that I can't get an invitation for his birthday?"
Seeing that Wan Kun was angry, Zhou Yuqing hurriedly said: "Brother Kun, calm down, don't let your anger ruin your body."
At this time, Mrs. Zhou raised the three invitations in her hand and said, "Then these are fake?"
Wan Kun said with an angry look: "Grandma Zhou, you have heard what Tang Qianzhong said. It must be false. I just don't know who is so fucking brave to do such a thing!"
"Then throw it away, it's really unlucky!"
Mrs. Zhou was not very happy either.
Originally, Wan Kun got invitations for Zhou Kui's family of three, and the old lady was a little happy.
Although it was given to the annoying granddaughter Zhou Kui, it was still a member of the Zhou family, right?
Unfortunately, it's fake.
The old lady pretended to throw the invitation into the trash can next to her.
"it is true."
Xu Changsheng stepped forward and said: "Give it to me."
Old Mrs. Zhou glanced at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Do you, a country girl, understand the things at the top of society? Do you dare to say it is true? Kui'er, if you don't discipline your exaggerated husband, grandma will discipline you for you!"
At the end of the sentence, Mrs. Zhou's tone was full of impatience.
Zhou Kui's expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled Xu Changsheng and said, "Grandma, he just likes to joke. Don't be the same as him. Come on, Xu Changsheng, please stop talking."
Xu Changsheng said: "Didn't I say yesterday that since you want an invitation, I will have it sent to you?"