More than half a month ago, he had received reliable news that Mr. Mu was approaching his end and had at most one year to live.
Therefore, the Yang family united with the other six families to suppress the Mu family, the leader of the eight aristocratic families.
If Mu Lao was still young and could live for a few more years, he would definitely not dare to be so blatant.
However, he didn't know that Mr. Mu's illness was cured by Zhang Xiaotian.
As long as you take good care of your body, it is not a problem to live for more than ten years.
If it is not cured, there will indeed be no more than a year left to live.
When Mr. Mu took a deep breath, Shen Zhong also walked over and said with a smile: "Mr. Mu, since you agree, then why don't we make this birthday gift ceremony more interesting? Why not set up a first prize for betrothal gifts?"
"First prize in gift?" When Mr. Mu heard this, he immediately sneered in his heart. It seemed that these seven aristocratic families were determined to attack the Mu family.
Mr. Mu didn't say anything. He glanced at Mushan and asked Mushan to come forward.
"Shen Zhong, tell me, what is the first prize?" Mushan said, but his tone was a little cold.
As the current head of the Mu family, why couldn't he see that the seven major families in the imperial capital were going to unite to suppress the Mu family?
"Brother Mushan, this is very simple. Let's see who has the most precious and valuable birthday gifts from the younger generation, and then we can make a request to our eight aristocratic families. What do you think?" Shen Zhong said.
Representatives of the other six major families agreed.
After hearing this, Mu Shan's face suddenly changed. The representatives of the seven major families in the imperial capital all looked confident, but the Mu family was not prepared at all. If they agreed, they would definitely be at a disadvantage.
"Just promise them and do whatever they want?" Mr. Mu looked tired, with a trace of bitterness on his face.
What was a good eighty-year-old birthday party turned out to be like this. How could he not feel sad?
When Mr. Mu spoke, Mushan had no choice but to nod and agree to them.
Mushan was feeling aggrieved, but at this moment, he still had to pretend that nothing was wrong, stood in front of the stage, forced out a smile and said: "Since everyone has agreed to give a gift, the old man agreed, and if what gift is the most valuable? The heart of the old man, the old man likes it the most, and he can also make a request to our eight aristocratic families. As long as it does not break the law or violate morality, we eight aristocratic families can agree. Okay, everyone should behave well in the gift..."
Mushan is not stupid. Since he wants to give a gift to the jackpot, the criterion is not the most expensive one, but the one he likes the most.
"It's really cunning, but is it useful?" Yang Kai sneered.
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall became excited.
The eight aristocratic families in the imperial capital are such huge behemoths.
Even if any family in the imperial capital stomps their feet, it can shock China, let alone the eight great families.
Making a request to the eight aristocratic families was too big a deal. Everyone saw this opportunity. This was a good opportunity to reach the eight aristocratic families in the capital of God!
If they proposed to cooperate with the eight major families, wouldn't their families take off?
If ordinary people get this jackpot reward, they will reach the sky in one step!
Therefore, many people went crazy, with golden light shining in their eyes...
There are also some people who regret it endlessly. Why did they regret not preparing a gift?
Soon, someone couldn't help but stood up, holding a gift and said: "Mr. Mu, this is a piece of Dushan jade that my father finally got. I hope the old man can tell me."
"Damn, is this guy crazy?"
"This is Dushan Jade!"
"It's very hard to find on the market. A piece of Dushan jade is worth at least one million, right?"
Mr. Mu nodded and said very calmly: "Very good!"
Seeing this, the young man shook his head.
Although Dushan Jade is valuable, there is no one here who is not rich, especially Mr. Mu. To him, such a piece of jade is just a piece of jade, no different from ordinary jade.
After the first one offered his gifts, the following young people came forward one after another and presented their own gifts.
"Mr. Mu, my gift is a vase. This is a Ming Dynasty vase..."
"Mr. Mu, my gift is a painting. This is the handiwork of the master Zhang Daqian."
"Mr. Mu, my gift is a copybook by a famous contemporary writer. Take a look..."
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The gifts presented by the young people at the banquet included gold, silver, jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings...
However, there was no sadness or joy on Mr. Mu's face, and he was obviously not too surprised by this.
What Chen Ming presented was a century-old blood ginseng, which was at least better than those calligraphy and painting antiques.
After all, this ginseng is good for Mu Lao's body.
After Chen Ming presented the gift, he walked up to Zhang Xiaotian and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, I wonder what gift you want to give to Mr. Mu?"
When Chen Ming saw Zhang Xiaotian's appearance, he understood that either Zhang Xiaotian had not prepared a gift, or he had prepared a gift that was simply unavailable for this occasion.
So, he went over and patted Zhang Xiaotian on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, if I had known that there was a gift ceremony at this banquet, I would not have taken out a century-old blood ginseng."
It could be heard that he was showing off to Zhang Xiaotian.
The century-old blood ginseng is something ordinary people can never see or afford.
"It's okay. Giving a gift is a process of expressing one's feelings. Whether the gift is valuable or not is secondary," Zhang Xiaotian said.
Chen Ming shook his head. He was so sarcastic about him, and he didn't know whether Zhang Xiaotian really couldn't understand it or whether he was pretending not to understand it.
Of course Zhang Xiaotian heard it, but he didn't care about it at all.
At the same time, he also smelled something unusual in this gift ceremony.
Soon, everyone present except the younger generation of the eight major families presented their gifts.
As a result, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit tense.
Everyone knows in their hearts that the person who finally wins the gift jackpot is likely to come from the younger generation of the eight major families.
Shen Zhong gestured to a young man, this was his son, Shen Feiyu!
Shen Feiyu stood up, holding a wooden box in his hand, came to Mr. Mu, and said with a smile: "Grandpa Mu, I am Shen Feiyu, the son of Shen Zhong of the Shen family. I am here to wish Grandpa Mu a long life and good fortune like the East China Sea.
This is a gift from me, please ask Grandpa Mu to serve you."
After saying this, Shen Feiyu opened the wooden box, and a burst of red sandalwood fragrance suddenly hit his face, making people feel peaceful.
What was presented in front of everyone was a string of Buddhist beads.
Shen Feiyu said with a smile: "Grandpa Mu, I know you like Buddhist beads, so I specially found this string of red sandalwood beads. It is said that this string of Buddhist beads was used by an eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty. It can make people feel calm and peaceful. I hope Grandpa Mu likes it."
There are very few red sandalwood Buddhist beads on the market, and they are expensive. Those used by eminent monks in the Tang Dynasty are priceless...