They now understand that Old Man Yan doesn't like to be lively, but wants to take advantage of it.

The people who can participate in Old Man Yan's birthday banquet are all the top people in China, and they are all shrewd. Eighty-year-old birthday, this is only once in a person's life. Put it in the homes of ordinary people, and it will be done in a big way. However, in a person like Mr. Yan, who has been engaged in politics all his life, the big thing is the big thing, but the benefits that should be reaped must not be left behind.

To put it bluntly, today is the 80th birthday of Old Man Yan, and he just has a clear attitude to establish contacts for his precious grandson, who can say no?

This kind of thing is frustrating for everyone, because even if they don't want to, they can't refuse at all. Even if Yan Murong asked them for something afterwards, it would be good to find an excuse to refuse, but now, they all had to agree.

At the beginning of the birthday banquet, Old Man Yan did not sit down, but pulled Yan Murong and began to greet him from table to table, Yan Murong also understood the old man's thoughts, and although the muscles on his face were about to cramp, he still kept smiling.

"Murong, this is your Uncle Chen."

"Murong, this is your Uncle Liu."

"Murong, this is your Uncle Zhao."

"Murong, this is your grandfather Wang."

Old Man Yan pulled Yan Murong to shuttle between the tables, constantly introducing him to some people, and Yan Murong also had a modest smile on his face, constantly greeting him.

In the end, the old man took Yan Murong to the table where Ning Zhandong was sitting.

"Zhandong, my grandson has had a lot of trouble with that kid from your family recently, don't take it to heart." Old Man Yan looked at Ning Zhandong with a smile and said.

"Old Yan is serious." Ning Zhandong stood up and said a word of blessing before speaking. "Although the two boys are in their twenties, in our eyes, they are still children-children, how can they not make trouble?"

"That's right." Old Man Yan smiled and nodded. "When your father was still there, the two of us also made trouble every day, and the one who made trouble was called a murderer, but we were always on the same line in major matters - maybe your father didn't tell you, when we were fighting Lao Jiang, there was a secret warehouse in Yanjing, which was full of advanced weapons imported from the United States, I arrived one step earlier and took all the things, and guess what, your father quit and ran to my house to stay, saying that he couldn't leave, haha."

The old man laughed as he recalled, and the others at the table laughed as well.

Ning Zhandong also laughed, but he kept thinking about these words in his heart.

The old man is telling him that the children will make trouble, but you have to pay attention to proportion, just make a small fuss, but don't make a big fuss, and they "parents" should not follow the blind mixing.

"What Yan Lao said is that children can't make trouble if they don't make trouble, and it doesn't hurt to make a little trouble." Ning Zhandong smiled, beckoned to Ning Kun at the next table, called him to his side, and said. "Xiao Kun, no matter how you and Murong had trouble before, but today is Yan Lao's eightieth birthday, in this way, you little brothers shake hands, take advantage of today's festive day, I think, why don't you two follow the example of the ancients and be sworn brothers, how about it?"

Who is the little brother with Ya. Who the wants to be a brother with Ya. Both of them thought to themselves at the same time, but they still had a smile on their faces.

"I think so." Yan Murong spoke first, looked at Ning Zhandong and smiled. "I just don't know what Xiao Kunzi thinks."

Yan Murong had a smile on his face, but the words he said were prickly.

Ning Zhandong's name was Ning Kun Xiaokun, Yan Murong was even more straightforward, and directly added the word "Zi" to him, and the more he heard it, the more he felt that this name could go to the palace to be a civil servant.

The smile on Ning Kun's face remained unchanged, but in his heart, he greeted Yan Murong's ancestors all over again.

This "nickname" is like a knife, and this knife was grabbed by Yan Murong, the butcher, and cut his flesh again and again.

Obviously, Ning Zhandong also heard the thorns in Yan Murong's words, but at this time, he still had a gentle smile on his face, laughed, and said. How could he disagree? Of course he agreed, hehe, this little Kunzi is called well, and it is called intimately--so, I remember that Mr. Yan called you Xiaoyanzi, and in the future, you brothers and sons will be called it so, a little Kunzi, a little swallow, haha, it's quite appropriate. ”

Suitable? What's the right fit? Ning Kun slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to refute it.

He is Xiaoyanzi, I am Xiaokunzi, what do you think these two names are appropriate? Okay, if you have to say it's appropriate, that's also Xiaoyanzi sounds better, I can only blame you for not giving me a good name.

Ning Kun just complained a few words in his heart, Ning Zhandong didn't know what he thought, looked at Ning Kun and said. "Come, the two brothers shake hands, the unpleasantness of the previous trouble will be over, and they will help each other in the future."

Ning Zhandong opened his mouth, Ning Kun didn't dare to disobey, took the initiative to stretch out his hand, looked at Yan Murong and said with a smile. "Brother Yan, we will be brothers in the future."

"You're older than me?" Yan Murong also stretched out his hand, covered Ning Kun's hand, and said while shaking. "I don't think you're as big as me, so I'll call you brother."

Ning Kun's face changed suddenly, and the smile on his face began to stiffen a little - of course, it wasn't because he couldn't be this so-called big brother, but just because Yan Murong, a bastard, choked him enough.

This kid's hands are really big, Ning Kun thought to himself.

Yan Murong grabbed Ning Kun's hand and shook it endlessly, Ning Kun felt that his fingers were about to be pinched and deformed by him, and bursts of pain continued to spread to his arm, the tragedy was that he couldn't turn his face yet, he could only endure the pain from his hand, and try to make the smile on his face not so stiff.

Ning Zhandong naturally saw the abnormality on Ning Kun's face, but it was not easy to say at this time, and he secretly scolded Yan Murong in his heart for not being a thing, but said it on his lips. "Old Yan, you see that this little brother has a good relationship, and he doesn't want to give it away."

My father, Ning Kun was about to cry, and thought aggrievedly, where did you see that the two of us had a good relationship?

"Haha, yes, they are all young people, and if they get together more in the future, the relationship will be better." Old Man Yan laughed, patted Yan Murong's shoulder, and said quietly. "Murong, let's go to your father-in-law's side and have a look."

"Okay." Yan Murong agreed with a smile, and then let go of Ning Kun's hand, looked at Ning Kun and said. "I think my grandfather is right, we are all young people, and we have to find time to get together and connect with each other in the future."

Contacting your grandma, Ning Kun scolded in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he nodded in agreement. "Okay, I also think what Grandpa Yan said is right."