A group of people gathered around the gray-haired Mr. Qin and walked into the banquet hall.
Mr. Qin wore a black Tang suit and looked energetic.
His arrival at the table signified the official start of the birthday banquet.
People came forward to congratulate him on his birthday one after another. Mr. Qin said a few words with a smile, and the scene was extremely lively.
Soon, Xiao Manluo and Du Feixuan arrived.
"Mr. Qin..."
Xiao Manluo smiled and said: "I wish you blessings like the East Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains. In addition to the birthday gifts, I also prepared a piano music to celebrate your birthday and to cheer up everyone. What do you think?"
As people get older, they like to be lively.
Mr. Qin nodded with a smile, "Okay, then let's listen?"
There is a grand piano in the corner of the banquet hall.
Du Feixuan glanced at Xiao Manluo, stood up and walked over, and sat in front of the piano.
Lifting his wrist slightly, his fingers landed on the black and white keys, and a suitable song "Autumn Whispers" echoed in the banquet hall.
When the song ended, the guests applauded.
Xiao Manluo bowed to Mr. Qin and returned to her seat.
"Auntie, didn't you say that you are here to become a disciple today?"
Du Feixuan asked softly.
"you're so dumb……"
Xiao Manluo muttered in a low voice: "How can anyone make a request right after they have finished presenting the song? Let Mr. Qin have a good impression first, and then you can speak later."
Du Feixuan fell silent.
Looking up again, he saw Ye Wan on the banquet table in the corner.
"Little, aunt..."
Du Feixuan grabbed Xiao Manluo as if she had seen a ghost, "Ye, Ye Wan is here too!"
What?
Xiao Manluo suddenly looked back.
There were nearly a hundred tables in the banquet hall. Although there was no arrangement for who should sit at the same table with whom, everyone had a tacit understanding and automatically divided into three, six, and nine levels.
The closer you are to the main table where Mr. Qin is, the higher your status among the wealthy families in the imperial capital.
Xiao Manluo came on behalf of the Cheng family, and her position in the banquet hall was barely in the middle.
At this moment, at the table near the banquet hall door, Ye Wan was eating hard.
On either side of Ye Wan sat a young man in a casual suit and a little girl in a princess dress.
Ye Wan's outfit, which looked out of place among the wealthy people, was made less out of place by those two people.
The picture is inexplicably harmonious.
"Auntie, isn't Ye Wan also here to become a disciple?"
Du Feixuan's voice was a little uneasy.
Mr. Qin is the president of the Music Association. He is proficient in eighteen kinds of musical instruments, both Eastern and Western.
People who study music dream of becoming Mr. Qin's disciples. Even if they receive a few pointers from him, they will benefit from them throughout their lives.
Although the news of recruiting disciples has become less popular in recent years, as long as Mr. Qin is around, there will always be some hope and thoughts.
Ye Wan was born in Sicheng and had only been in the imperial capital for a few months.
It is impossible for her to have anything to do with the wealthy families of the imperial capital.
When you show up at Mr. Qin's birthday banquet, what else can you do besides becoming a disciple?
But the question is, how did she get in?
Without an invitation letter, let alone the banquet hall, she wouldn't even be able to enter the Qin family's door, okay?
Seeing the unbelievable shock and suspicion in each other's eyes, Xiao Manluo and Du Feixuan stared at Ye Wan who was happily eating, and they just wanted to shout, "Something weird has gotten in."
Then, watching Butler Qin leading his men, he beat Ye Wan out with a stick.
It’s so haunting!
Thinking bitterly, Xiao Manluo calmed down her mood and pulled Du Feixuan towards Mr. Qin.
At the banquet table in the corner, when Ye Wan was holding a drunken crab between her legs, the young man next to her said, "Hey, are you reincarnated as a starving ghost?"