Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Longevity Gift

  For a grand banquet like this, there are many details to consider, from the seating arrangement to the order of people giving their birthday wishes. It's only on the third floor that things become less formal. Following the procedure, everyone has to go give their birthday wishes to Old Man Xiao, in an order determined by their social status and power. The people at Zhao Tiezhu's table are all relatively minor figures - a few small-time gang leaders and some low-ranking officials, probably all brought here by their superiors, who get to sit at the top while these people have to sit below them.

  Because these people's identities are similar, when drinking, there is no need to yield to each other or flatter each other, everyone just drinks to their heart's content. Especially since many people here have traveled extensively, they drink very boldly. Before long, Zhao Tiezhu had drunk half a catty of liquor and Fan Jian's face was bright red. The people present occasionally made probing remarks, trying to guess the identities of Zhao Tiezhu and his companion, but Zhao Tiezhu just said that he was a friend of Tieshou and had come this time to take a look.

  "Tiěshǒu, what kind of birthday gift have you prepared for the old master this time?" someone at the table asked. Tiěshǒu smiled mysteriously and didn't say a word, actually he also really didn't know what Zhao Tiězhù had prepared for the old master, but since Tiězhù was generous, it definitely wouldn't be something simple. From time to time, people would show off their gifts to the old master, each thinking that their own gift was the most thoughtful and precious. From time to time, someone would go up to wish him a happy birthday, and after finishing, they would return to the table with a smile on their face.

  Tie's influence among these people was just average, so when it was his turn, the banquet had already started for about two hours. The waiter called out Tie's name, and Tie smiled at the people around him, then followed the waiter with Zhao Tiezhu behind him.

  This time, there were more than ten people who came to pay their respects, lined up in a row. A burly man with a gold chain around his neck glanced at Tie Shou and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this Iron Hand? And he's brought his little brother along! He's got a lot of nerve!"

  Tie Shou didn't even give him a glance. Fan Jian asked curiously from behind, "Who is this person?"

  "Nie Lao Er of the Chengnan Pliers Gang, relying on being in the city center, thought he was above everyone else. We've been through thick and thin together, but the one person we look down on the most is this thief - even robbers have more dignity than him." Tie Shou's expression was full of disdain.

  "Shut up." The waiter frowned, the people from the headquarters of the Panlong Gang had that kind of aura to scold the leader of a small gang like Iron Hand.

  Tie Shou glanced at the man and didn't say a word. The waiter led several people up to the fourth floor.

  The environment of the fourth floor was much better than that of the third floor. Old Master Xiao did not smoke, and everyone showed respect for him by not smoking either. The old master's table was located under a large longevity character at the front of the hall. His white hair was almost gone, his eyes were dim, but he had an air of superiority, lounging lazily in a recliner. On the left side of Old Master Xiao sat Provincial Party Secretary Zhang Winguang, and on the right side was FJ Military Region Commander Chen Weiguo. In this environment, Chen Weiguo naturally would not greet Zhao Tiezhu, and Zhao Tiezhu also wisely did nothing. Standing in front of Old Master Xiao was a burly man about 190 cm tall with a faint smile on his face, the angle of his mouth making him look very domineering. This person was Old Master Xiao's son, **Tiger**, the leader of the Panlong Gang.

  "XX Gang, Zhao Bao." A waiter said softly.

  One man stepped forward, raised a cup of wine and said to the old master, "Wishing you happiness as vast as the East Sea and longevity as long as Mount Nanshan."

  He drained his cup and took out a small box from his bosom, handing it to Old Master Xiao. The old man's expression didn't change, he just hummed in response. Hu then raised his cup and returned the courtesy with a small sip.

  Following this process, they soon arrived at Nie Lao Er of the Shovel Guild.

  "Little Erzi wishes you longevity, growing younger with each passing year. Next year, the year after, and the year after that, Little Erzi will still come to wish you a happy birthday." Nie Lao'er bowed his body and took out a scroll.

  Xiao Lao Yezi nodded, Nie Lao Er is the only person in this group who made Xiao Lao Yezi nod, and he was delighted to say, "This is a treasure of Huang Lao from Beijing, I hope you like it, Xiao Lao."

  Xiao Lao Ye Zi moved his body, unrolled the scroll, took a look, handed it to someone beside him and said, "Take note."

  Zhang Yi Huang smiled and said, "Congratulations, Old Xiao! You're able to get Old Huang's treasure, I'm so jealous, haha!"

  Xiao Lao Ye Zi smiled and said, "Secretary Zhang joked, as far as I know, Secretary Zhang's treasured calligraphy is not a few."

  "Haha." Zhang Yihuang smiled and didn't say a word.

  It wasn't long before it was Tie Shou's turn. Zhao Tiezhu replaced him and said, "I wish you all the best, old master."

  Xiao Lao Yezi returned to his previous appearance, humming a response. Zhao Tiezhu didn't get annoyed and took out something wrapped in white paper from his pocket, placing it on the table.

  The people around can't help but feel a little disdain, young people are just young people, you should at least use a better package, using this piece of paper to wrap it up, is the gift inside not even a decent pastry?

  The people beside him burst out laughing.

  Xiao Lao didn't react much, just made a polite gesture to touch the white paper, and used his fingers to slightly open a seam. The old man took a casual glance, and suddenly, his originally dull eyes burst out with a sharp light, and his originally lazy body straightened up in an instant.

  The old man's expression was a bit serious, he looked at the thing and then looked at Zhao Tiezhu, suddenly said, "Wait until it's over, take him to the study." After finishing, he put the white paper wrapped thing into his own pocket.

  This scene shocked the people around, what was in this white paper? It could actually make Old Man Xiao attach so much importance to it! Huang Lao's treasure was only collected by his subordinates, but this thing could be collected by Old Man Xiao and even get a private meeting with him!! This...this is really too incredible.

  Chen Weiguo's expression didn't change, he smiled and glanced at Zhao Tiezhu, Zhang Yihuang was the same. After hearing Xiao Lao's words, Zhao Tiezhu nodded and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp. Hu's face also looked a bit strange, but since his old man didn't say anything else, he naturally had his own considerations, so he didn't ask Zhao Tiezhu either.

  After finishing the wine, Zhao Tiezhu took Iron Hand and two others downstairs. The man who drifted in Lamborghini in the parking lot earlier seemed to glance at the three of them casually, remembering their appearance in his mind.

  "Brother Tiezhu, what did you just send?" Fan Jian asked curiously beside him. Zhao Tiezhu shook his head and didn't speak.

  "Is it Viagra?" Fan Jian indeed lived up to his name, blurting out such a self-righteous answer. "It must be, the old man is so old, he's definitely got more heart than energy left, but Iron Rod brother is smart, knows how to cater to his tastes."

  Zhao Tiezhu shook his head helplessly and didn't say a word.

  This time when they came down, the waiter didn't stop them from talking anymore. It's a joke, someone who can be summoned by the old master alone, is not something this waiter can compare to.

  Back at the wine table, several people who had just gone up to celebrate together came forward to toast, and also inquired about Zhao Tiezhu's gift. Zhao Tiezhu naturally didn't say a word, only drank wine, making these people feel itchy in their hearts.

  It was past 10 o'clock at night, and the banquet had come to an end. The old man spoke up, saying that everyone could leave now.

  Zhao Tiezhu stood up and directly took Iron Hand and Fan Jian to the fourth floor.

  (Lao Shi, I'm so bold, tomorrow is the start of a new week, hoping to continue ranking high, we occupied the second place for a whole week, everyone's been so supportive, if I don't have some ambition, I'd be letting you all down, brothers, let's keep going, strive for second, aim to burst through to first place, thank you.)