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Chapter 587 Surprised
Chen Zhengqian took a look and then looked away.

After all, although the other party can be regarded as a beauty, this can be seen from the fact that half of the young people in the living room choose to keep their eyes on her from time to time.

But who is Chen Zhengqian?

Is he the kind of person who has never seen a beautiful woman?

And I have already broken away from the level of judging people by their appearance, so it is normal not to take the other party seriously.

Chen Zhengqian was sitting on the side, chatting with Zhong Huayong from time to time.

Zhong Huayong said that in fact, many people came to celebrate his father-in-law's birthday today, but not many could stay for dinner.

Most of them leave gifts, say a few words and then leave.

Even so, there are still quite a few people who stayed. Including Chen Zhengqian and the others, it is estimated that there are fourteen or five people.

Fortunately, the house is big enough, and the kitchen table can accommodate so many people.

Chen Zhengqian nodded secretly. It is estimated that Zhong Huayong, the father-in-law, is also a leading figure in one party, with so many former students and old officials.

The visitors sat together in twos and threes, chatting with each other, and occasionally some people laughed in good faith, but they would not appear loud and rude.

In short, everyone behaved modestly and politely. Although they came from different industries and wore luxurious or cheap clothes, everyone behaved very well-mannered, which was what Chen Zhengqian cared most about.

Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. The children raised by such a family will certainly not be far behind.

Zhong Huayong was afraid that he would be left out in the cold, so he introduced several visitors of similar age to him, all of whom were elite figures in various industries.

Chen Zhengqian also smiled face-saving and started talking with everyone.

Seeing this, Zhong Huayong breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was that Chen Zhengqian was unwilling to deal with other people, and that would be a little troublesome.

After all, ordinary people really can't figure out their thoughts.

Fortunately, Chen Zhengqian still gave him face.

Zhong Huayong looked at Chen Zhengqian who was beside him, and then at the sister-in-law who was talking with the old lady opposite, and even thought about whether he should match them up later, what if it happens?
Fate is such a thing, who knows?
Chen Zhengqian's conversations with the young people next to him were all point-to-point.

It's not arrogance, nor is it that the other party despises me, it's just that I may not have much interaction with ordinary people in the future, so I don't plan to establish any deep friendship, and the industry they belong to has nothing to do with me.

As the conversation progressed, everyone began to take out the gifts they had brought.

As the only son-in-law, it will soon be time for Zhong Huayong to perform.

He leaned closer, salivating, and said, "Dad, this is the calligraphy I begged for you from Mr. Ouyang. How do you see it?"

Where is the slightest bit of usual calmness.

But this is also where Zhong Huayong knows how to behave. After all, at home, even in front of guests, it doesn't matter if he is casual.

Didn't you see that the smile on his old Taishan's face never stopped?

Zhong Huayong took out a scroll of calligraphy and painting from the gift bag he was carrying, and spread it out with He Wan, and a picture of elegant cursive suddenly appeared, with the four characters "Old Ji Fu Ting" written on it, and the signature.

Although Chen Zhengqian doesn't know much about calligraphy, he can still feel the subtle meaning in this calligraphy.

It seems that the writer is also a master of calligraphy.

"Ouyang?" Chen Zhengqian felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard or seen it.

"It really came from Mr. Ouyang." He Weiwen smiled and said, "Hua Yong has a heart."

Judging by his expression, it seems that he is extremely satisfied with this gift.

There was a visitor who was about the same age as him, so he smiled and said, "Haha, Lao He, I didn't expect you to still miss Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy."

He Weiwen stared at him: "Mr. Ouyang is a master of calligraphy in the world, and he has a profound knowledge of cursive. His calligraphy is naturally worth collecting and appreciating. How can a vulgar person like you understand it!"

The guest named Lao Zhao was not angry, but laughed with everyone, and the atmosphere reached its peak for a while.

Zhong Huayong also showed a smile on his face: "As long as you like it."

He took a coincidence this time. Although Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy has decreased in recent years and the price has risen due to this, it is not too high, just below five figures.

It just so happened that he learned from his wife that He Weiwen admired Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy very much, so he made a special trip, and it was not easy to persuade Mr. Ouyang to make a move.

This time it is considered to be the right one.

Holding this calligraphy work, He Weiwen said to the students around him: "Mr. Ouyang's cursive script is ancient and mellow, wonderful and moving, strong and sharp, and clever in taking momentum. Whether it is the character of Bo Yuantie or other Teacher Wu Yuru's unrestrained and unrestrained style, Mr. Ouyang grasped it vividly, proficiently and naturally."

Among the young people around him, the youngest seemed to be older than Chen Zhengqian, and they all bowed their heads obediently, like elementary school students receiving a teacher's instruction.

Chen Zhengqian also nodded, it seems that this Mr. He also has a lot of understanding of calligraphy.

As for the gifts from others, He Weiwen accepted them all with a smile.

His friends and students all knew his character and did not bring anything too expensive. Perhaps the most valuable thing among them was the calligraphy given by Zhong Huayong.

The gifts from his two daughters were not expensive, but they were carefully selected.

That's right, this is what ordinary families of retired cadres should have.Maybe there are reckless second-generation officials and rich second-generations, but after all, there are only a small number of them.

Those who truly come from these cadre families will know how to cherish and utilize the resources around them and strive to make progress better than ordinary people.

(Here we are talking about ordinary middle-level cadre families)

When Chen Zhengqian presented the gift, He Weiwen looked at Chen Zhengqian for a moment, and then looked at Zhong Huayong.

Zhong Huayong slapped his head, feeling annoyed. There were so many people just now, and he forgot to introduce Chen Zhengqian to his father-in-law. It was a big mistake.

He quickly said to He Weiwen: "Dad, this is my friend Chen Zhengqian. He happened to be in the capital these two days. When I heard that I wanted to celebrate your birthday, he took the initiative to follow him and brought you a gift."

Chen Zhengqian smiled and said: "Small things don't amount to respect. Brother Yong regards me as a friend, so you are my elder. It is right for juniors to respect their elders."

He Weiwen quickly responded: "Be polite, be polite. Since you are Xiaoyong's friend, you can treat it as your own home when you come here, and you don't have to be restrained."

It's just a little strange, I feel that Zhong Huayong's attitude towards Chen Zhengqian seems to be a little different from that of other people, and he is too cautious.

After all, He Weiwen has lived most of his life, and he can see through the tricks at a glance. Although he was a little puzzled, he didn't ask.

But after receiving the gift and taking a look, He Weiwen couldn't calm down: "It's too expensive, I can't accept it."

The box contained an exquisite snuff bottle. He knew his stuff. According to the market, this thing would cost at least [-] yuan.

It's really hot to give such an expensive gift after we just met.

Could it be that there is some attempt to fail?
But I am a retired cadre, or the kind of soy sauce, what can the other party like?
Thinking about it, He Weiwen's eyes fell on his little daughter from the corner of his eye, and his heart sank.

　Thanks to the classmates "Donghai Diaojisou", "Wu Tomb Lingtian", and "Nonc丶Vedi" for their rewards. Thank you for your support.

　　
　
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