"Quick, big brother, your guest has arrived."

Seeing that a guest had finally arrived, Han Yue urged, and Han Hai's father and son immediately got up to greet them.

"Mr. Han, we're not late."

The first to come were some of Han Hai's colleagues.

Han Hai is an executive of a state-owned enterprise in Jianghai, and now that Han Hai's mother is on her birthday, these employees who work under Han Hai naturally come to celebrate their birthday with congratulatory gifts.

"It's not late, it's not late, please come inside." Han Hai's father and son warmly entertained.

"Mrs. Han, we are still friends of Mr. Han, and we came here today to celebrate your old man's birthday."

"This is a longevity peach that I asked people to buy from abroad, I wish the old lady good health."

"Haha, you're polite, you're polite, you can come, you don't need to bring gifts." Old Lady Han smiled politely.

"Then how can we do it, Mr. Han in the company takes good care of us, and now Mr. Han's mother is on her birthday, how can those of us who have received Mr. Han's favor not come to celebrate our birthday?"

Between the greetings, there were several people outside the door who walked in with gifts, all in suits and leather shoes, carrying all kinds of precious gifts, and at first glance they were people with good status.

"Mayor Han, we're not late. Where is the old lady, let's come over to celebrate the old lady's birthday. ”

Hearing this title, everyone knew that these people were coming for the Han River.

"No, no, everyone come in, my grandma is in the hall?"

Han He beckoned everyone into the hall.

After only a few moments, the hall was bustling with activity.

"Mrs. Han, Wang Zhenxiang of Fengxiang Food Factory in Dongyang Town, I wish you a birthday and good health!"

"Your grandson is young and promising, you can live a few more years~"

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"Niu Zhengfei, director of Shanshui Sheet Factory, wishes the old lady a long life~"

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"Shen Shanhua, deputy mayor of Dongyang Town, I wish the old lady a happy birthday~"

"Old lady, you have a good grandson~"

"Han He is so promising, there are successors to your Han family."

The hall of the Han family is very lively.

The directors of various factories in Dongyang Town, as well as some leaders of the town government, have almost arrived today.

After entering the hall, when he saw Han He, he rushed to shake hands, and at this time, Han Feifei would also step forward and call Uncle Cordial to brush his sense of existence. Later, under the leadership of Han He, these people went to celebrate the old lady's birthday and show gifts.

In just a few moments, the table in front of Mrs. Han was already full, and all kinds of rare gifts were dazzling.

The surrounding neighbors and villagers looked at it, but they were very envious in their hearts.

"The grandson of the Han family is indeed promising."

"So many people rushed to him to celebrate the old lady's birthday!"

"The next generation of the Han family has a talent."

"It seems that this year, I'm afraid the boss's family has the most guests."

Everyone was amazed.

Listening to the praise of the people around him, Han He was full of spirits. And his son is so promising, Han Hai is also very proud. The old face was full of pride and pride.

"Ye Fan, have you seen it, there is an endless stream of guests coming to my son Hanhe. And you, not a single one! ”

"This is the gap between the poor and the rich, this is the gap between the inferior and the superior. This is the difference between waste and real dragons, like the difference between cloud and mud! ”

At this time, Han Hai was passing by Ye Fan's side. He stopped, condescendingly, and spoke proudly. In the words, there is full of spirit.

His son is so promising, how can Han Hai, a father, not be proud?

Compared with his son Han He, Ye Fan is naturally even more unbearable. At this time, Han Hai, while showing off his son, looked at Ye Fan with disdain and sneer.

He said this to Ye Fan, just to see Ye Fan's inferiority complex and embarrassed appearance. However, he was disappointed, Ye Fan was still calm, as if he hadn't heard Han Hai's words, and lowered his head and quietly sipped tea.