If a person is capable, more people will surround him.

If you don't have the ability, I'm afraid even your relatives won't want to talk to you.

This is how the world is.

If you have no ability, you are nothing.

If you are capable, others will rush to fawn over you.

His father was seventy-three years old. Yang Jun did not notify anyone, but those people came after hearing the news.

They were not ashamed, but rather proud to be able to curry favor with Yang Jun.

This is the way the world is. If you have skills, you will naturally have more friends around you.

Of course, some people have said, what kind of friends are these kind of friends? They are all fair-weather friends.

Haha, people who think like this are simply too naive.

Have you ever had such a fair-weather friend?

After getting along for so many years, the original pure comradeship has gradually changed.

It's not that Yang Jun doesn't know this, but as a community of interests, even if things change, they are still in the same boat.

Once those friends came on board, there was no way out.

They were tied together with Yang Jun and became a community of destiny. They shared life and death, advanced and retreated together.

If there are difficulties, they work together to overcome them. If they enjoy happiness, they will also benefit from it.

This is the benefit of interest bundling.

Friends... only exist in kindergarten dictionaries.

As time goes by, the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

It wasn't until someone came to ask Yang Jun to have breakfast that the group of people ended their secret conversation.

Now I just have breakfast, whatever I want.

As for the main banquet, it can’t start until after the ceremony.

As Yang Jun's brothers or family members, Ji Demin, Li Tiezhu and others had to come earlier than other guests.

Although they can't be of much help, they can still come and support me.

After a simple breakfast, customers came one after another.

Most of the guests were Yang Jun's colleagues, and of course there were also people who couldn't help but come to curry favor with him.

Yang Jun also accepted all comers and treated them all equally.

He directed his subordinates to arrange the vehicles in the square, and he and a group of comrades welcomed the guests.

"Jun'er."

Just when Yang Jun was free, his uncle Wang Yuxian ran over.

"Jun'er, I have something to tell you. It seems that the banquet prepared is not enough. Do you think?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his head and glanced around.

He made a visual inspection and found that there were about three to four hundred people.

The twenty banquet tables originally reserved seemed a bit insufficient.

"Well, what then?"

Yang Jun looked at him coldly.

We agreed to leave the matter of Mingshou to you, is this how you do it?

"This...this...I just don't know what to do, so I asked you to do it."

Looking at Yang Jun's eyes, he felt a little guilty.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes after hearing this.

"Uncle, what do you want me to say about you? Since you have taken on this responsibility, why didn't you make preparations in advance? You should have prepared a few more tables for me, knowing that I have friends here."

"I...I...didn't you say you wouldn't notify your friends? I didn't prepare that many banquets."

"I didn't notify you in the first place."

Yang Jun glared and said, "Do you think so many people would come if I informed you?"

"This...this...then what should we do now?" Wang Yuxian said with a bitter face.

Yang Jun did not answer his words, but looked at him coldly.

"Put this aside for now, uncle, I want to ask you something."

"You told my mother that I am not his biological son?"

After saying that, Yang Jun looked at him without blinking.

"I...I didn't talk nonsense. Your mother is not an outsider."

"How did I warn you before? You didn't take my words seriously."

When Wang Yuxian heard this, he immediately panicked.

"Jun'er, I...I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time."

Yang Jun waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Okay, don't tell me that this happened because of you. You must make peace with me."

"Then I'll talk to your mother later and let her dispel her doubts?"

"I can't control what you do, but if I hear any rumors again, you... and your whole family won't be able to live well."

After speaking, Yang Jun turned and left.

Looking at Yang Jun's back, Wang Yuxian frowned deeply.

When he thought of Yang Jun's look just now, he felt a bad premonition.

If he had known this would happen, he would not have said those words to Wang Yuying.

However, when he saw the yard full of people, he suddenly frowned again.

"Hey, Jun'er, what should I do if you haven't said anything about the banquet yet... Hey."

After a while, a van suddenly drove up.

Then two chubby men jumped out of the car in a hurry.

They glanced first, then spotted Yang Jun in the crowd, and hurriedly ran towards him.

"Mr. Yang, are we not late?"

Yang Jun looked at the time and asked, "Are you all ready?"

"All the ingredients are ready. Just put the pot on and the dinner will be ready in half an hour."

The visitors were none other than brothers Zhao Dacheng and Zhao Ercheng.

They are the sons of Zhao Juhua. Since Zhao Juhua retired, Yang Jun arranged for them to work in the canteen of Jiuyuan.

Fortunately, Yang Jun had anticipated today's situation, so he greeted Zhao Dacheng and the others in advance.

If he really counted on his uncle, it would really be a joke today.

"That's good. Hurry up and put the pot on the table. The banquet will begin in an hour." Yang Jun said.

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

Zhao Dacheng responded and quickly took Zhao Ercheng to unload the goods.

The pot is made of iron sheets and steel bars welded together, not the kind of earthen stove, so it can be used on a support.

The nanny Yang Jun brought from home was also busy and hurried over to help.

At this time, cousin Yang Mingsheng came over and said,

"Jun'er, it's almost time and the guests have arrived. Look at this ceremony..."

Yang Jun looked at the time, it was exactly ten o'clock.

So he said: "Then let's get started."

"Okay, let's start."

After Yang Mingsheng responded, he whispered something to a middle-aged man who was following him from his hometown.

Then, the sound of firecrackers sounded.

After the firecrackers ended, everyone walked towards the ancestral hall.

Yang Jun, brother and sister, are already waiting here.

The five-year-old poplar tree is inside the fence and can't come.
To be continued...