When Shangguan and his family were beautiful, a villa in the western suburbs was very lively, with people and cars coming and going, and there was an endless stream.

There are more than 20 cars parked in front of the villa, some are more expensive, some are very ordinary, but these general license plates are different, and only those who know the goods can recognize them, and these license plates can only be used by the leaders of the municipal party committee and municipal government.

Many big backs in suits and leather shoes walked into the villa one after another, with almost flattering smiles on their faces, and sent congratulatory gifts one after another.

For those who come here today, what happens today can even determine their future fate.

It's not an exaggeration, if you know what day it is, you don't think it's an exaggeration at all.

Today is the 70th birthday of the father of the secretary of the North China Municipal Party Committee, although this old man has been retired for many years, but he was also a member of the provincial party committee, and now the secretary of the provincial party committee is the proud protégé of the old man.

Those who are here today to celebrate the birthday have all one purpose in mind, to move closer to the secretary of the municipal party committee, to resolutely support the leadership of the secretary of the municipal party committee, to unite around the secretary of the municipal party committee, and to die with all their efforts for the four modernizations of socialism.

And those who weren't here today...... On the second floor of the villa, a spirited septuagenarian, wearing a black tunic, wearing unbranded custom-made leather shoes, was sitting on a mahogany chair, chatting and laughing with an old man who was also over seventy years old beside him.

Compared with the old man in the tunic suit, this old man looks very different, with a white head and beard, a white martial arts uniform, white auspicious cloud cloth shoes, a white pipe in his mouth, and a cloud spitting mist.

At first glance, the old man can't see people on a snowy day, it's too white.

These two old men are not ordinary people, the old man in the tunic is today's protagonist, the father of Zhang Mingyuan, the secretary of the municipal party committee, and the seventy-year-old former provincial party committee Dayuan - Zhang Hai, at the same time, he is also Zhang Tingting's grandfather.

Although another old man who is all white does not have such a prominent background, he is a famous person in the antique collecting world, and is respected as the first person of Chinese antiques - Feng Zhizhi.

Feng Zhizhi is a native of Beijing, this time he came to North China to celebrate the birthday of his old friend Zhang Hai for many years, knowing that Zhang Hai likes bottle antiques, this time he carefully prepared a Tang Sancai to congratulate his old friend Zhang Hai on entering the age of antiquity.

"Lao Zhang, your birthday is lively enough, it seems that your son is not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Feng Zhizhi and Zhang Hai have been old friends for many years, and they don't have to scruple to speak, just like two ordinary old men, saying whatever they want.

"Humph! This stinky boy was also an elm head back then, otherwise he would have been just a leader of the municipal party committee, and he would have gone to the provincial party committee to take office a few years ago. Speaking of his son, Zhang Hai looked unhappy.

"Haha, don't talk about your son, you were not just a provincial party committee leader or a second-in-command in the end! I see your son being better than you in the future. Feng Zhizhi quipped.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Hai blew his beard and glared: "Lao Tzu has helped him pave so many roads, if he doesn't climb as high as Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will beat him to death!" ”

"Look at you, how old you are, and your temper is still the same as before." Feng Zhizhi smiled, spat out the smoke ring, and said: "Unknowingly, you are also seventy, remember that when we first met, you were still with the Xishan Labor Reform Field!" ”

"Don't talk about me, don't you also go with that labor reform!" Recalling the past, Zhang Hai was full of emotion: "I was not yet thirty years old that year, and you were just in your early thirties. ”

"Yes! Xiaofang, who was ruined by your kid at the beginning, has also become an old woman, I don't know how these years have been? Feng Zhizhi looked reminiscing.

"Phew! Xiaofang has long been Lao Tzu's wife, you don't have the idea of beating Lao Tzu's wife! Zhang Hai was furious.

"Huh? Xiaofang is your wife? I remember that Xiaofang seemed to hate you very much, but she liked me very much, why did she follow you in the end? Feng Zhizhi was very surprised and puzzled.

"Nonsense!" Speaking of Xiaofang, Zhang Hai looked proud: "Women are like that, when you don't fall in with her, she can hate you to death, but if you fall in with her, she will follow you in everything." ”

"You...... You're so dirty!? Feng Zhizhi's whole body trembled: "No wonder Xiaofang suddenly ignored me the year before I left, it turned out that ......"

"Hehe, that's right, Xiaofang has already gotten along with me that year, how can I still take care of you?" Zhang Haide looked beaming, and the angry Feng Zhizhi hated to kick him in the face.

"Brute! I knew that you were this kind of person, I should have put Xiaofang on the first place and let you eat Lao Tzu's leftovers. ”

"Play with your eggs! You had all the children at that time, and you still grabbed your wife with Lao Tzu? Old scum! ”

"Hehe, but my wife and children were all in my hometown at that time! Man! If there is no woman around, you can do it appropriately. ”

"Humph! Thanks to Xiaofang following Lao Tzu in advance, otherwise you would have been ruined by you, an old scumbag, and you wouldn't be able to give your name, and Xiaofang's life would be ruined by you. ”

"Hahaha, you can see it clearly." Feng Zhizhi laughed, Zhang Hai also laughed, they were all people who stepped into the coffin with one leg, talking about the absurdity of their youth, it was funny.

"Seriously." Feng Zhizhi's face became serious: "Why didn't you see Xiaofang this time?" It won't ......"

Seeing Feng Zhizhi's face, there was a hint of bitterness on the corner of Zhang Hai's mouth: "Let's go...... It's been two years. ”

"Two years...... Finish? A trace of sadness flashed in Feng Zhizhi's eyes: "Really! Xiao Fang is gone! Now that I think about it, Xiaofang was the most beautiful woman in ten miles and eight towns, and with you, it was not a loss in this life. ”

"Hehe, that is, when I left, Xiao Fang held my hand and laughed all the time! said that he had not lived in vain in this life, and he was content. Zhang Hai laughed, tears glistening.

There was silence for a long time, and a crisp and pleasant voice broke the silence.

"Grandpa, I'm here!" The door opened, and Zhang Tingting walked in with a bottle.

When Zhang Hai saw Zhang Tingting, he immediately smiled: "Tingting is here!" Yo? This can't be Tingting's gift to grandpa, right? ”

Zhang Tingting grinned and said, "Of course, this is something that people finally bought it!" ”

After speaking, Zhang Tingting also saw Feng Zhizhi, with a trace of doubt on her face: "Grandpa, who is this old grandfather?" ”

"Oh, he!" Zhang Hai smiled and said, "Your name is Grandpa Feng!" ”

Zhang Tingting smiled sweetly: "Grandpa Feng is good." ”

"Hey! Good! Feng Zhizhi looked at Zhang Tingting, but his eyes were a little dazed, and he muttered: "Like!" It's so similar! ”

Zhang Tingting blinked: "Grandpa Feng, what do you say it looks like?" ”

Feng Zhizhi came back to his senses, glanced at Zhang Hai, and smiled at Zhang Tingting: "Your name is Tingting, right?" ”

"Hmm." Zhang Tingting nodded: "Grandpa Feng, listen to your accent from Beijing!" Why does anyone look like me? ”

Zhang Tingting Bingxue is smart and seems to have guessed something.

"Oh, yes! You're exactly like your grandmother when she was younger, but your grandmother was a lot more rustic than you were when she was younger! Feng Zhizhi stroked his beard and smiled.

"It turns out that Grandpa Feng knows my grandmother!" Zhang Tingting grinned: "I have also seen photos of grandma when she was young, we are quite similar, but my chin is a little sharper than grandma, and I look better than grandma." ”

"Hahaha...... yes! You look better. Feng Zhizhi laughed.

Zhang Hai smiled and looked at Zhang Tingting with a pampered face, perhaps because Zhang Tingting looked most like his dead wife, so Zhang Hai loved Zhang Tingting very much when she was a child, but Zhang Tingting was loved by the whole family, but she was still kind and lively, without the stinky temper of those young ladies, which made Zhang Hai particularly proud.

"Tingting, this is the Cizhou kiln plum bottle!" Zhang Hai was quite knowledgeable about the goods, and when he saw the plum bottle in Zhang Tingting's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hee-hee, yes!" Zhang Tingting sent the plum bottle to Zhang Hai and said with a sweet smile: "Grandpa, I wish you happiness like the East China Sea, longevity than Nanshan, and happy birthday." ”

"Haha, okay, with Tingting's words, grandpa's birthday is worth it." Zhang Hai smiled and closed his mouth, took the plum bottle, and couldn't put it down.

It's not that I really like the plum bottle so much, but because this plum bottle is a birthday gift from my favorite granddaughter, Zhang Hai plans to use it as a family heirloom...... "Huh?" Without waiting for Zhang Hai to be happy for long, Feng Zhizhi saw this plum bottle, and a hint of color flashed in his eyes: "Old Zhang, can you show me this plum bottle?" ”

"What for?" Zhang Hai protected the plum bottle to his side and glared: "This is my baby granddaughter's birthday gift to me, I won't show it to you." ”

"Grandpa, you really are." Zhang Tingting was amused by Zhang Hai's childlike performance.

Feng Zhizhi looked amused: "You old boy, can I still snatch your plum bottle?" I'm afraid you'll use a fake as a family heirloom. ”

"What!?" Zhang Hai was furious.

"Fake!?" Zhang Tingting was stunned.

Zhang Hai took the plum bottle in front of his eyes, looked at it over and over again, touched it with his hand in several key parts, his anger was a little dark, and he looked at Feng Zhizhi with suspicion: "Old Feng, you won't cheat me!" I think this plum bottle is right! ”

Feng Zhizhi shook his head: "Although your eyes are okay, they are still far from the first-class appraisers in China!" I looked at this plum bottle at first glance, but I took a closer look just now, it seems that something is wrong, I can't say it if I don't get started, show me first, Tingting of the province has a heart, and she has done bad things with good intentions. ”

Zhang Tingting's face turned a little pale: "How come?" I bought this plum bottle in Qibao Zhai, how can there be fakes there! ”

Seeing Zhang Tingting's ugly face, Feng Zhizhi hurriedly comforted: "Tingting, don't worry, maybe Grandpa Feng is wrong, let's talk about antiques, even the most powerful appraiser has a time to make eyes, wait for Grandpa Feng to take a look at it first, and let's talk about it after reading it." ”

"Lao Feng, don't scare my granddaughter, otherwise I'll let you walk hungry to the train station and wait for the train!" Zhang Haihu's granddaughter was heartfelt, although he knew that Feng Zhizhi was kind, he couldn't help but threaten.

Feng Zhizhi smiled bitterly: "You old boy, you have to get it, I'm unlucky to meet you, let's show me first!" ”

(To be continued)