Chapter 322: Literati

Hou Chengguo said excitedly: "Oh? Tell me quickly, so I can come to thank you personally."
Li Jun nodded and said, "This Zhang Yifeng is the former young master of Tianhe Group."
"Tianhe Group? Never heard of it." Hou Chengguo looked puzzled.
Li Jun explained: "It is a bankrupt group. Zhang Yifeng is currently studying in Hangyang City. This time I come to Kyoto, I think most of it is to participate in the birthday celebration of the old man of the family."
"Master Wen, who?" Hou Chengguo said again. He focused on scientific research and knew little about the family and business outside.
"It's Wen Shanhai, vice president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association."
"Oh, it was him, I know."
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At the same time, Hangyang City, the small courtyard where Zhang Yifeng lived.
Meng Nishang's phone rang suddenly. He looked down and found that it was actually a call from Feng Mei.
"Hey, Sister Mei, why do you think of calling me?"
"That's it, I have one thing I want to ask you, are you in Kyoto?" Feng Mei asked.
Meng Nishang replied: "No, I am in Hangyang City. You know, I don't like Kyoto."
"Oh, then Zhang Yifeng is not in Kyoto anymore. That's right, the Wen family won't invite him."
"Sister Mei? What do you mean by that?" Meng Nishang trembled slightly, why did she talk about Zhang Yifeng?
"It's like this, the old man of the Wen family has his 80th birthday, and it makes a lot of noise. Even the Meng family has someone to congratulate him. It seems that you don't know this thing yet."
After hearing Feng Mei's words, Meng Nishang frowned slightly. Is Zhang Yifeng going to Kyoto this time to celebrate his birthday?
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However, as Zhang Yifeng, the literary family would never wait to see him.
Meng Nishang suddenly remembered what Zhang Yifeng asked her when she was leaving. Zhang Yifeng asked her if she wanted to go back to Kyoto for a visit. Did Zhang Yifeng want her to go back to the Wen family at that time, but Zhang Yifeng’s character was not good at talking. If he didn't go back directly, Zhang Yifeng didn't have a chance to say what he said next.
This is a typical big man idea.
Thinking of this, Meng Nishang hurriedly asked: "Sister Mei, when will the old man of the Wen family be born?"
"it is tomorrow."
"address?"
"It seems to be the mansion of the Wen family, neon clothes, why are you asking so much."
"It's nothing. Let's just do it, Sister Mei."
Meng Nishang said and hung up the phone. She opened the App for the first time and checked the online ticket.
...
Three days passed quickly.
At ten o'clock in the morning on the fourth day, Zhang Yifeng finally left the house and drove to the Wen family mansion.
Although it was not the peak time for work, Kyoto was still a bit blocked. The original 20-minute journey took more than an hour and Zhang Yifeng arrived at Wen's house at around 11:20. Fortunately, this time is not late at all, but rather early.
Today's Wenjia Mansion is extremely lively and everyone is very busy. There are at least a hundred tables in the Wen's yard.
There are also more than a dozen tables in the inner hall of the Wen family. This inner hall is definitely for people of distinguished status.
Since it is still early, most of the people here are relatives, seven aunts and eight aunts, etc...
After these relatives arrived, only a few people went to the inner hall, and most of them were arranged in the courtyard outside. This shows that there is still a gap in the identities of these people.
These people almost all have invitations. Only those with invitations are eligible to participate in the birthday banquet of Mr. Wen.
Of course, this is not absolute. Zhang Yifeng saw that a man driving a luxury car had no invitation in his hands, but the Wen family happily went out to greet him.
"Oh, President Fang, when I called you, you didn't call me back. I thought you were not here anymore. I didn't expect to arrive so early."
"Haha, what's the matter, Mr. Wen has a birthday, how can I not come."
"President Fang, please come in, please sit down."
The literary family laughed and introduced the boss-level figure into the inner hall.
The old man of the Wen family has been sitting on the grandmaster's chair in the inner hall. After this person came in, he said to the old man: "The river of prosperous science and technology, come and pay him birthday. This is a little gift, not a respect."
With that, Mr. Fang took out a big red envelope, which was bulging, and he didn't know how much money was stuffed.
The literary butler accepted the red envelope for the old man.
Mr. Wen was very happy. This person should be the boss of a company. A boss came to congratulate him on his birthday. This is a very face-to-face thing. He waved his hand and said, "You are polite, you are polite. Please sit down."
Fang Zhihe nodded, and sat at a slightly leaning table. Although he is the boss of a company, his company is not big, because there are too many big companies in Kyoto, he is quite self-aware.
"Whose guest is this?" After Fang Zhihe sat down, Mr. Wen asked the housekeeper in a low voice.
The butler whispered: "It's a guest of Wentai."
"Wentai? Not bad, not bad. Among my sons, he still gives me the best face."
The old man of the literary family laughed. Although the literary family claims to be a scholar, and does not need to socialize, but on such a big birthday, it is definitely better than lesser known.
Outside the door, Zhang Yifeng looked for a while and found that the people who came now were the bosses of some small companies or people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association.
The gifts they gave were also varied, from direct money to poems, calligraphy, and vase decoration.
Some antique vases are even more valuable. In the mansion of the literary family, there is not much, that is, there are many shelves for books, and there are no books, but vases and other decorations.
The whole house of the Wen family is antique and has Chinese characteristics. The literary family is just this house, worth more than one billion! There is still a price but no market. Nowadays, people in Kyoto, unless they need to sell their real estate in a major event, few people will sell their courtyard house.
Zhang Yifeng took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already 11:40, and it was almost time to go in.
As soon as Zhang Yifeng reached the door, he was stopped by the beautiful woman Yingbin outside.
"Hello, guest, please show me your invitation."
Zhang Yifeng pointed to a boss next to him, and said, "Why doesn't he need an invitation?"
"These are all personally greeted by the Wen family. If you know the Wen family, you can also call them to inform them that you are here, and then come out to meet you in person. Otherwise, we will read the invitation, please forgive me."
Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly and said lightly: "What if I want to go in?"
"Then we can only ask the security to send you away."
"Really? You can try."
Zhang Yifeng sneered as he was about to break in directly when a joking voice suddenly came.
"Oh, I said why this person is so familiar, it turns out to be the bereaved dog of the Zhang family."
A young man walked out of the yard, he was only twenty-five or six years old, and he was also very handsome. It is Wen Junchi, the third grandson of the Wen family.