Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang came to "Ode to Feng Ya" while changing clothes. Pang Yi felt faintly worried about the other party's sudden arrival. If he remembered correctly, what Wang Ya told him at the time was, "Birthdays are celebrated every year. , there is no difference, so there is no need to inform Dad and other elders."

When I heard this, I just wanted to deal with it simply, and Pang Yi also understood, so once the invitation list was selected, there were only so many people present, and they were all a few important friends and close-knit families.

In particular, Wang Ya did not invite their second uncle, Mr. Wang Mingzhi.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door with complicated patterns, the manager saw him coming back, and as if he was amnesty, he immediately followed Pang Yi and whispered in Pang Yi's ear, "Boss, you are back, if you come back later, this seat will not be able to continue." .”

Pang Yi quickly swept across the table, the position of the main seat has changed slightly, Mr. Wang is inconvenient to move, Dr. Bai has been by his side as the attending doctor, and has already supported him on the main seat at this moment.

Sitting on his left was his younger brother Wang Mingzhi, and an old man in his sixties, who Pang Yi had never seen before.Sitting on the right was Wang Ya, and there were two vacant seats next to Wang Ya, which seemed to be for him and Song Feile.

Pang Yi greeted with a smile, "Dad." Then he yelled at Wang Mingzhi in a polite manner, "Second Uncle is here too?" Then his eyes flicked to the old man next to him. Since he didn't know his name, Pang Yi had to nod at him. Smile, as a courtesy.

"This is Uncle Liu from the board of directors, who also watched me grow up." Wang Ya introduced at the right time and helped Pang Yi untie his waist.

"Hello, Uncle Liu." Pang Yi followed suit, and then walked from the door to his seat.

The old man was arrogant, Pang Yi greeted him, but he just nodded.

Only then did he notice that Mr. Wang trusted Dr. Bai quite a lot, so there were so many people at the table, he insisted on adding an extra seat for him to gather around.

"Okay, okay!" Mr. Wang smiled, looking at the empty seat beside Pang Yi, "Didn't Feile come today?"

Just as Pang Yi opened his mouth to explain, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Grandpa and Second Uncle are here too? Sorry, I was delayed changing clothes." Song Feile entered the door with a faint smile.

His clothes had been changed, and he was clean, and the shirt fit him better than expected.This style is not Song Feile's STYLE, but it brings a new look.Song Feile has always had a sense of design in his clothes. He wears drape and hangs, and he likes some folds and irregular designs. This kind of business shirt, which is more or less uniform, actually gives him a rich and casual taste.

Fortunately, the "Shenxi Hall" is well heated, so it probably won't be too cold.

Many other people at the table knew each other and greeted each other. Wang Ya raised her glass and stood up with a smile. Look old, the beautiful face does not even have obvious wrinkles, but it shows charm.

These words were concise but focused. Everyone at the table stood up and raised their glasses. The old man was inconvenient, so he smiled and raised his glass as a signal.

"Grandpa, you can't drink." Dr. Bai advised at the right time.

For some reason, Pang Yi felt that the voice was quite familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his life and Dr. Bai's life did not intersect at all. This was an illusion.

Mr. Wang was in a good mood, "It's okay, this wine is a good thing, if it wasn't for my poor health, I would drink it often."

The people at the table saw that Mr. Wang was in a good mood, and they all told some jokes about their own industries. The table was full of money, and it was a harmonious atmosphere.

"Recently, I went to participate in a cultural event held in this city. It was very interesting to look at the sand paintings." Liu Dong pushed the wine glass to the table and laughed, "Today is Ya'er's birthday, I invite you If the teacher comes to perform, it will be a congratulatory gift."

"What? You even arranged a special show?" Someone laughed.

The uninvited elder came here suddenly, probably because he was drunk, Pang Yi frowned.

Wang Ya picked up a piece of food and didn't eat it on the plate, but she also laughed, "It's hard for Uncle Liu to miss me. I've seen the sand painting before. I don't think I can see it without a projector."

"Then what's the matter?" Uncle Liu glanced at the door, and immediately two or three came in understandingly carrying sand painting tools, projectors and curtains.

"Old Liu, you have a heart." Mr. Wang smiled when he saw this posture, and he even arranged it specially.

"You don't know, the master of this show is very famous. He tells the story with his hands, and there are countless changes." Liu Dong leaned back on the chair and turned his head to strongly recommend it to Mr. Wang, his eyes glanced at Pang Yi.

It took only a few minutes for the projection screen and brackets to be installed in the Shenxi Hall. Pang Yi was not interested in these things. Last time he went to a customer appreciation meeting in this city, he also bought some things like ink dances. After 10 minutes, he hurried away.

Since there is really no interest, most of the people here are not familiar with Xi Siyuan's parents except Xi Siyuan's parents who he has met a little. , the peanuts were picked up by another pair of chopsticks.

Song Feile's elegant manner of eating did not appear to be rude because of plundering a peanut. Pang Yi glanced at him and said nothing.

He picked up another piece of blueberry yam, thinking that this thing would be refreshing, and if he drank later, he would be at the bottom, and the chopsticks were about to pick up the yam, but the yam disappeared again.

Song Feile sat upright, wiped his mouth, and commented with disgust, "The taste can only be said to be passable."

Pang Yi turned his head to look at him, and gritted his teeth, "Can you lower your aggressiveness a bit?" This is also unpalatable, and that is also unpalatable, instant noodles are the best.

"Didn't I surrender when I met you?" Song Feile answered eloquently.

"You!" Pang Yi heard the irony and was fighting back, but Wang Mingzhi suddenly asked.

"Pang Yi, did you visit your mother's school last time?" Wang Mingzhi sipped his wine and asked with a smile, "Your mother was a famous figure in school back then."

This was not the first time he heard this, and he replied absent-mindedly, "Go to University A again when you have time."

After finishing speaking, he realized that the surroundings seemed a little quiet, and Wang Ya looked at him with a frown.

Pang Yi realized that he might have said something wrong, so he quickly shut his mouth.He was actually quite puzzled, he knew that "your mother" in Wang Mingzhi's mouth was rumored to be the role of the third son, and in his understanding, no one would want to talk about He Yunzhi again.

It's just that Mr. Wang was lost in thought, and he sighed for a long time, "His mother didn't enjoy the blessing, so let's give this blessing to Pang Yi in the future." Wang Ya's hand picking vegetables was obviously stiff, and even Director Luo who was opposite him couldn't stand it anymore. For Wang Ya's injustice, he joked, "The old man can't be partial to one son and one daughter."

Pang Yi ate in silence, saying too much and making mistakes, let's see how Wang Ya answered.

The performer was a middle-aged man, and the waiter cooperated to turn off the lights, leaving only the white light of the projector on the curtain, leaving a blank white.

The waiter cooperated with the performers to put the music CD into the machine in the hall, and the music played out slowly, making it less boring to listen to.

Sprinkle a handful of sand and dance it in the hands of the performer, and it turns into the back of a girl with long hair, walking alone on the campus.

The finger moved little by little on the surrounding sand, and another girl's head appeared, and the two of them got closer and then moved away.Pang Yi felt that Huahua's hands were really dexterous, it was clearly a cloud of mist, and if he gave him a light tap of his finger, it was just a face, but the girl's expression was a little blunt, anyway, she had no expression. .

The previous sand was wiped away, and the screen performer turned into another scene. There were two cars, the wheels drove over, and a man got off, and then the screen continued to change, the wheels disappeared, and the man appeared in the first scene. long hair girl.

It turned out to be a love story, and Pang Yi thought he understood it.

"This man and that girl must be in love." Someone at the table whispered, it seemed that he thought the same.

The scene was erased, another handful of sand was sprinkled, the sound of the music became more intense, and the characters changed on the scene. Pang Yi could see that the two girls seemed to be arguing, and the man took the girl into a house.

The golden house hides the beauty...why should this story be shown to Wang Ya?

Pang Yi couldn't bear the doubt in his heart, and looked at Wang Ya. She had no expression at all. Like Song Feile, she was not easy to perceive her inner thoughts.

The scene in the picture changes rapidly with the excitement of the music. In the story, the girl seems to be pregnant. The artist deliberately drew an arc on her stomach, so that even people with poor understanding can understand that she is pregnant.

"So she's pregnant." Song Feile rubbed his chin and said.

Pang Yi turned his head and gave him a blank look, and found that Song Feile was also looking at him in the dark.Heart palpitations rushed over his face, and Pang Yi turned his head quickly.

After this delay, I didn’t see anything to draw, it’s just that there were more than N people, two of them threw the girl’s box or something outside, and drove them away after watching the show.

The picture of the girl walking alone in the night is so bleak.People around sighed and felt pitiful.

I didn't expect that after the screen was cleared, there would be another two cars. With a slight change, a woman appeared in the screen, which was the girl who appeared at the beginning of the screen. The artist lengthened her hair, which seemed to represent growth.

The picture changed again, and a man appeared to help her park...

Pang Yi held his breath... This story is a metaphor... He looked back at Wang Ya, who gave him a "quiet" gesture with a cold face.

The sand painting stopped just like that.As the lights came on, Pang Yi narrowed his eyes sensitively.

Someone at the table asked, "Why did it stop? Is this story endless!?"

"The story behind this is too bizarre, it cannot be expressed on the screen, it has to be told by people." Wang Mingzhi smiled, "Take it easy and don't be impatient."

Satisfied that everyone was attracted by the story, Director Liu smiled, "Then shall I continue with the story?" He took a sip of water and put down his glass, "The story is not complicated. The girl grew from a young lady to a noble lady. I have nothing to do, and I met a young guy who works as a security guard..." In the picture, the security guard is indeed helping to park the car.

"Why, could it be that there is a sister-brother relationship that is triggered by thunder and fire... um...?" Some people laughed, and behind this was a little bit of romance like Liaozhaizhiyi.

Mr. Liu was old and had a big temper. He said impatiently, "Don't worry, this story has just begun. Of course, this noble lady fell in love with this little security guard at a glance, and soon asked the little security guard to resign and move into the house. into his own home."

Everyone around laughed, it seems that the future development can be guessed...

After sitting for a long time, Uncle Liu seemed to have discomfort in his waist. After a pause, he stood up slowly and walked slowly in the direction of Pang Yi.When Wang Ya passed by, he showed a meaningful smile and continued, "Not long after, I took this little security guard to meet my father."

Someone at the table laughed jokingly, and expressed disapproval, "Tsk, this lady is really courageous, even if this kind of little security guard likes to spend some money to stay with her, even if he is lonely, he still does this. "Someone on the table shook his head.

Hearing this, Pang Yi's palms were a little sweaty and wet.

"You people, where are you thinking..." Liu Dong laughed, "It didn't take long for this little security guard to become the lady's lost half-brother, and he blatantly entered the house."

Liu Dong continued to speak, because he spoke slowly and full of loopholes, people always asked questions with doubts.

"It's impossible, it's such a big deal to recognize relatives, how can you recognize them casually?" At first they thought it was a sweet story, but when the topic changed, the story was another mystery.

"Because the little security guard looks very much like a person. Pay attention, he is very similar. Not only does he look alike, but he even has a similar temper. He is also in the age group. It is said that the man is a classmate of the lady, and the lady's father is outside. I raised a girl..." Liu Dong paused, and as an old man who knew what happened back then, he smiled sullenly and continued, "The life and death of that person have been unknown for decades, and the lady's father has been looking for it, but it is a pity that he is looking for it. No, just take a look and you can tell it's that girl's child, you can't be wrong."

These words were combined with the sand painting just now, and after everyone thought about it, they suddenly had a different taste.The atmosphere at the table changed suddenly. A few familiar friends from aristocratic families looked at each other, and felt that the scene reflected in this story seemed familiar.

Mr. Wang slowly lowered his face, "Old Liu, this story is a little bit over."

But Wang Ya smiled and didn't care much, "Uncle Liu's story is really interesting." After turning the subject, she asked again, "So did you find this girl?"

"So what if I can't find it? The girl was forced to go out because she was pregnant, and she never heard from her..." Mr. Liu picked up the fish on the plate with his chopsticks, and added insinuatingly, "I just wonder, the girl who hasn't heard from her for more than 20 years Man, why did he suddenly have a son?"

The table was full of people, and no one dared to continue the conversation.The situation described in this story is simply the process of Wang Ya finding Pang Yi.

The old god Wang Mingzhi tapped his fingers on the table once, twice, and three times.

Then he stood up and filled up the wine for his brother, "I'm here today because I actually want to confirm something." He raised his glass and faced everyone with a serious expression, "The so-called counterfeiters are also counterfeit goods. There will be a lot of high-quality counterfeit porcelain sold all over the country, and one year I was also blind, so I bought one, and guess what the final result will be?"

"It's smashed, what else can I do?" Mr. Yang replied, in their circle, they hate to use fake products, the price has dropped so much that they can't hold their heads up for the rest of their lives.

Wang Mingzhi smiled, "That's right, I really smashed it!" After finishing speaking, his radiant eyes stared straight at Pang Yi.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out from Pang Yi's back, and he secretly scolded the old fox for being too aggressive, and accidentally knocked over the wine on the table.

"Pang Yi, let me ask you, what's your real mother's name?" Wang Mingzhi approached aggressively, with a vicious smile on his lips.

Pang Yi was called out suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost couldn't sit still.

Until a hand behind his back held him firmly.