After sitting down next to the old man, Ling Zikai complained in a low voice: "Old man, aren't you going to roast me on the fire!"

An imperceptible hint of cunning flashed in the old man's eyes, pretending not to hear Ling Zikai's words, and said to Zhang Siping: "Siping, you can introduce everyone here for me Brother Ling!"

Zhang Siping immediately stood up and introduced every guest sitting on the chief for Ling Zikai.

In addition to the veteran comrades, who were all old subordinates who followed the old man from birth to death, there were also leaders who came from the capital to congratulate the old man on his birthday, representatives sent by the provincial party committee and government of the northern province, and leaders of Hung Yen City.

These people usually go out, which one of them is not a character who calls for wind and rain, but at this time in front of the old man, they all put on a respectful posture of a junior.

When Zhang Siping introduced himself to Ling Zikai one by one, everyone's faces showed a kind smile and stretched out a gentle palm to him.

Although Zhang Siping did not introduce Ling Zikai's specific identity, he only said: This is my father's friend of the year.

But what kind of identity is the old man? How can anyone who can make friends with his old man be an ordinary person! Therefore, everyone secretly remembered Ling Zikai's handsome face.

In fact, in the entire small hall, except for the few people who were familiar with Ling Zikai, everyone kept the appearance of the young man in front of them in mind, thinking that if they met him in the future, even if they couldn't make friends with him, they must not offend the other party.

Otherwise, as long as people mention a little unfavorable word in front of the old man, it will be enough to drink a pot of their own.

Of course, among these people, Zhang Tianming was the most excited.

He never thought that the old classmate that his son brought home would have such a deep friendship with the old Zhang family. And what makes him most gratified is that his son and him have an iron friendship with him.

It seems that he is only one step away from the day when he is in charge of the Baishan Municipal Government.

When the banquet began, Zhang Siping first raised his wine glass and toasted a glass of wine to all the guests who came to celebrate his birthday on behalf of the old man, expressing the gratitude of the Zhang family.

Everyone sitting on the chief person toasted the old man in turn, wishing him the happiness of the old man like the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan.

Of course, the toaster naturally drained the wine in the cup in one gulp, while the old man happily accepted everyone's blessings, holding the glass to his lips for a moment.

Although Ling Zikai was sitting next to the old man, he was the last to toast the old man because he was the youngest.

When he wanted to stand up and toast, the old man pressed his shoulder with his hand, signaling that he didn't need to be polite, and then raised his glass and said meaningfully: "Little brother, I can't drink other people's wine, but you can't help but drink this glass of wine. Come on, let's do it. ”

Ling Zikai understood what the old man meant, this was to thank him for saving his life, and he didn't shirk it at the moment. After the two of them touched the glasses, they both drank it all. The people next to him applauded when they saw this.

Next, the other people at the banquet began to leave their tables with their glasses and came to the old man to toast him.

These people who are qualified to toast are naturally the core figures of the entire Zhang family, and the old man seems to have intentionally wanted Ling Zikai to show his face in everyone, so he asked him to take the other party's respect instead of himself.

It is impossible for Ling Zikai to hold a cup like the old man, and after clinking glasses with everyone who comes to toast, he drinks to the end.

The old man was still worried that Ling Zikai was too strong to drink, and wanted to let the guests who came up one after another go back, but after seeing Ling Zikai's more than a dozen glasses of wine, it was as if he had never drunk it, and he didn't show a little bit of alcohol, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, so he no longer stopped those people from toasting.

Seeing that the old man acquiesced to everyone coming up to toast, the people below gradually became bolder, and some people who were not qualified to come up to toast also began to come up.

For a while, Ling Zikai became the focus of the entire banquet. Ling Zikai looked at ease, and he did not refuse everyone's toast, but he secretly cried out bitterly in his heart. Even if he kept using the ancestral energy to dissolve the alcohol in his body, he wouldn't get drunk, but seeing that there were more and more people toasting, he gradually lined up around him, so when would he stop drinking.

Ling Zikai had to turn his head and smile bitterly at the old man: "Old man, you can send a word, if you drink it again, I will soon become a wine bag and a rice bag!"

The old man was also embarrassed to let Ling Zikai continue to be his scapegoat, so he waved his hand to those who toasted and said, "Okay, I have received everyone's wishes, so there is no need to come up one by one to toast, let's go back!"

It was precisely at this time that it was Zhang Tianming's turn to toast. When he saw that everyone came up to toast, he also wanted to take this opportunity to show his face in front of the old man, and waited for a long time with a wine glass, but when it was finally his turn, he was stopped by the old man, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret in his heart.

Just when he wanted to turn around and leave, Ling Zikai stopped him: "Uncle Zhang, since you have come up, let's go back after toasting, I don't care about having another drink for the old man!"

Zhang Tianming was overjoyed when he heard this, and after glancing at Ling Zikai with grateful eyes, he walked quickly to the old man and said, "Elder Zhang, I am Zhang Tianming from Baishan City, I wish you good health forever!"

The old man saw Zhang Tianming's unfamiliar face, and he had never heard of his name, so it should be the first time they met. Didn't he already spread the word that outsiders would not be allowed to enter the Zhang family's compound in the name of celebrating his birthday, and through what relationship did this person named Zhang Tianming come in. And it seems that he is still a person in the system.

The old man hates those who go around looking for relationships in various names and running for official positions, so he doesn't feel very good about Zhang Tianming, but for the sake of people coming to celebrate his birthday, he didn't have a seizure on the spot, but there was already a trace of displeasure on his face.

Seeing this, Ling Zikai hurriedly said, "Old man, in my opinion, Uncle Zhang's glass of wine is really respectful. ”

When the old man saw that Ling Zikai opened his mouth to defend others, and also called him "Uncle Zhang", he should have known each other for a long time, and his heart couldn't help but move, and said, "Could it be that there is something else that can't be said here?"

Ling Zikai nodded and said, "That's right, there are three reasons:

First, a pen can't write two characters, since you have the same surname, maybe 500 years ago, you were still the same family!

Second, Uncle Zhang's son and I are old classmates and brothers. Thanks to Uncle Zhang's love, he usually treats me as his own nephew, so he can be regarded as half of my elder.

Also, Uncle Zhang's current identity is the executive vice mayor of Baishan City, in addition to being my parents' official, he is also a subordinate of Vice Governor Zhang!

Old man, you said that there are these three reasons, do you have to respect this glass of wine!"