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It could be said that the birthday of the old master Harry Cheng was a big event in Ning Province. Henry noticed that the Lin family and the Cheng family seemed to have a good relationship. He saw that Sylvia's three aunts were chatting intimately with the women of the Cheng family.
When Sylvia's aunt saw Henry, her eyes almost swallowed him alive.
From time to time, people around Sylvia would take the initiative to talk about some business matters.
Henry stood aside, like a stake, and did not talk to others.
Gradually, it was almost noon. Henry found that there were fewer and fewer people in the manor of the Cheng family. He understood that those who were not qualified to come and send gifts, wrote down their names, and left, while those who were really qualified to sit on the table would stay here.
As for the master of the Cheng family, Harry Cheng, he had never appeared.
As the number of people became fewer and fewer, the fractions became more and more apparent. Those who had a good relationship were in groups of three or five. For example, Richard was with Paul. Chaning Lin also had his friends' circle. Only Sylvia, besides those who came to talk about business cooperation, had no one.
Henry looked at the woman beside him. She seemed to be alone, but in fact, it was a good way to protect herself.
The sun moved slowly along the west, and the weather gradually became hot. By half-past eleven in the afternoon, there were very few people in the manor.
"The Master is coming!"
Someone shouted first, and all the people standing in the manor looked at the main house in the middle of the manor.
An old man in a Tang suit, with gray hair and a slim figure, walked slowly into the main house.
"Everyone, the old master is here. Let's have a banquet," a middle-aged woman from the Cheng family said loudly.
Those who were still talking rushed to the main house. Although they didn't run, they walked very fast. They wanted to be the first to appear in front of Old Master Cheng, leaving a good impression on him.
"Shall we go in too?" Henry looked at Sylvia and asked.
"We are waiting for someone." Sylvia stood where she was, not in a hurry at all.
Seeing all the people in the manor enter the main house, a pink electric car drove slowly from the entrance of the manor. Compared with the luxury cars all over the parking, this electric car seemed out of place.
The moment Henry saw the electric car, he felt a sense of familiarity, just because the other side dressed exactly the same as Henry usually did, a white tank top, beach pants, and flip-flops.
The car slowly stopped. The young man on the bike carefully parked the car and then waved to Sylvia.
"Ha-ha! Is this your man?" The young man was very straight, not as polite as others.
Five minutes after Henry entered Cheng's Manor, he received all the messages about Harry Cheng from his mobile phone. He also understood the purpose of Sylvia's visit, or rather, the purpose of the Lin family.
The Cheng family and the Lin family were old friends. Although Robert Lin's status was not comparable to Harry's, his contacts were not much worse than Harry's.
In the Cheng family, there was a rule that people of the Cheng family were not allowed to engage in politics and trade. However, every five years, Harry would pick the best descendants from his family and learn from him. It's up to them to choose whether they want to do business, join the government, or work in the army.
This was the best chance and the only chance for the younger generations of the Cheng family. Once they were selected by Harry, which represented their future will be bright.
Harry's way of choosing people was also very interesting, which was to look at gifts. Harry once said that in this world, there were some things that were not precious. They became precious only because people liked them. He had clearly said that at his birthday party, whoever could bring out the most precious birthday gift, could be chosen by him. Whether you borrowed or bought it, as long as it was legally obtained. He would not ask the source of it.
This rule had been passed for many years. Every time, Harry only looked at all those expensive birthday gifts and would not accept them. His words were, "If you can take it out, it proves your social means and interpersonal relationship."
Today's birthday party was another five years. The younger generations of the Cheng family were all rubbing their hands.
Henry sat down at the table with the Lin family calmly. Ignoring the hostility in my aunt's eyes, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a hot pot, and said, "Sylvia, You didn't eat in the morning. Eat something quickly."
When Henry spoke, his voice was very soft and his eyes were full of tenderness.
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