Zhao Yuanzheng sat in the main seat of the hall, feeling a little blurry in front of him.

Sometimes it is impossible for people to not accept the same thing.

He raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes. Even with the current science and technology and maintenance methods, Zhao Yuanzheng could see the dull black spots on the back of his hands.

Generally speaking, such spots are called age spots and are a symbol of the body's death.

He watched the people coming and going in front of the hall, and the music sounded in a low voice, which was the traditional zither and flute ensemble of the Huanglong Kingdom, sobbing and melodious.

Zhao Yuanzheng is not afraid of death. After all, there will be death in the end, and there is no immortality in the world.

Perhaps when human technology advances a few more steps, perhaps the life span can be extended a lot, but Zhao Yuanzheng suspects that he can no longer see that day.

Although his health is pretty good, the private doctor told him that if he pays attention to maintenance, it would be fine for him to live to at least ninety years old. As for the future, it depends on his personal luck. Whether the other party comforts him or not, as far as Zhao Yuanzheng is concerned, he already feels very capable of living to the age of seventy-five.

There are many children and grandchildren and the family business is prosperous. If you can close your eyes like this, it will probably be the most gratifying thing.

How old is my father leaving? It seems that he went there at the age of 71. Where is my grandfather? My grandfather can't remember it clearly, but he should be in his early sixties.

Zhao Yuanzheng exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Yes, people almost always like to think randomly when they get old. At this moment, their son Zhao Dongmu came over and said, "Dad, everyone is almost there, let's start."

Zhao Yuanzheng nodded in awe and threatening manner: "Let's start."

At least he can't die yet, Zhao Yuanzheng told himself in his heart.

I am now the family's spirit. If I die, these children will not know what the family will be like if they fight for inheritance, let alone the industry they have left behind.

Zhao Yuanzheng's only hope now is that he can still live to the age of 80 or 90, and arrange his funeral properly so that he can have a day of peace of mind. After all, starting a business is easy to maintain his business, and if the huge business he earns through hard work in his life is squandering all his life, it is the most unsatisfactory thing he will die.

When Zhao Yuanzheng was alive, the birthday party had already been arranged almost. This was a 500-square-meter hall with tables of banquets scattered in the hall. His children, grandchildren, company subordinates and old friends, and business partners all came here to gather together. Although he had already said that he should be frugal in everything and avoid extravagance and waste, when the birthday of ten or five is really arranged, there are too many people who have to come.

In fact, it is true that the elderly of my generation are basically at the age of dying in their twilight years. This time I have the opportunity to gather together, and I may be at whose funeral will be held next time.

Zhao Yuanzheng once again thought of death.

Originally, it was of course unlucky to think about such a thing on the birthday party, but how could I resist myself from thinking about it?

Everyone had already sat down, and they were made into a dark place. From the main seat, they could only see the crowds of people, and there were red and white longevity peaches with a height of one person in front of them.

When I was a child, I thought about eating such longevity peaches, but later I found that they were not delicious at all.

Now the whole longevity peach belongs to him, but he has no idea of ​​eating it.

"I wish my father a seventy-five birthday, and I wish my father a blessing like the long flowing water in the East China Sea and a long life than the pine trees in the South Mountains." When Zhao Yuanzheng was lost again, he suddenly heard his eldest son Zhao Chunshu speak loudly below, shaking his ears a little rumbling.

Now is the time to offer birthday gifts?

Zhao Yuanzheng reacted.

I started to celebrate my birthday at the age of 60. The birthday gifts I received every year began to rise, but I had to accept them. Later, Zhao Yuanzheng set a rule that he would only accept his own birthday gifts for his birthday. Outsiders respected everyone else, but in this way, his children began to compare underground.

Zhao Chunshu is his eldest son. Although he has not been respected recently, he is still the most powerful in the family. Zhao Yuanzheng suddenly became a little curious about what kind of birthday gift he would prepare for him. After all, the joy of receiving gifts lies in the unknown and surprise itself.

Zhao Chunshu was pushing a small and exquisite cart. Although he was nearly fifty years old, his waist was still straight and his white hair on his temples was dyed black.

He pushed the cart less than three meters in front of Zhao Yuanzheng, and then lifted the velvet yellow cover on it.

"The eldest son Zhao Chunshu, offer a birthday gift to his father."

"Two paperweights in Tianhuangshi, one thousand-year-old Changbai Mountain old ginseng, and one purple Ganoderma lucidum."

As he said this, Zhao Chunshu hung the car on a fixed parking space, bowed deeply and turned around and left.

Zhao Chunshu looked at the two jade paperweights with warm yellow and delicate colors on the car, as thick as a child's arms, the old ginseng that was about one meter long, and the purple Ganoderma lucidum that was half a meter square. Although these were extremely precious gifts, if you took out one, the value would not be less than one million, the old man felt that his heart was not at all turbulent.

Although the birthday gifts over the years have indeed become more and more expensive.

From Zhao Chunshu, his other sons and daughters also pushed the carts and brought birthday greetings to him, and put down the gifts.

Most of them are traditional crafts such as jade, tea, calligraphy, painting, and sculpture. After all, everyone knows that they are actually quite conservative old man. Just like this birthday, although other Zhao Yuanzheng is not easy to intervene, he insists on making the birthday banquet a traditional oriental way, and even rejects his eldest son's idea of ​​asking Chef Sakura, who is currently in the limelight, to come and help.

Zhao Yuanzheng looked at the birthday gift twice and lost interest.

It is obviously my birthday, but even Zhao Yuanzheng himself did not expect that he would be so lazy and unable to get excited.

Maybe it's really old.

Zhao Yuanzheng told himself this.

At this moment, he saw Zhao Junli also pushing a silver cart decorated with leaves and branches. His birthday gift was much larger than the rest, about one meter high. From the proportion, it was like pushing a hill.

"I wish my grandfather the rain will rain on the evening and the old trees will be in deep spring."

Zhao Junli, wearing a bright red Tang suit, bowed to Zhao Yuanzheng, then reached out and lifted the velvet yellow cover on the cart.

"Grandson Zhao Junli, offer a birthday gift to grandpa."

When the velvet yellow cover was lifted off, the surroundings fell into silence instantly, and the surroundings were silent.

"What kind of morality!" Zhao Chunshu looked at the gift given by his son. Zhao Junli had not discussed it with him before giving the gift. He also thought that his son had grown up and was independent enough. Who knew that such a mistake had made: "Don't embarrass people with toys."

Zhao Junli looked at Zhao Yuanzheng. When he decided to give this gift, he was mentally prepared, so the boy was extremely calm at this time.

“This is not a toy.”
Chapter completed!