"Everyone, aren't you very curious about who designed the war skirt that my little girl is wearing? In fact, it was the Wen Chai Gong himself."
"I am very lucky. I met Wenzhao Gong by chance. I have been friends for many years, so I wanted to push his book in front of everyone to make him laugh."
Looking away from Mu Hongye, Mu Hongfei handed the newspaper back to the waiter with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd murmured.
"What, Wen Zhigong is a book writer, but he is also a tailor. Isn't this a joke?"
"Probably not. Mr. Mu is highly respected and there is no need to joke about this kind of issue. It seems that this copycat is quite a wonderful person!"
"Mr. Mu, after all your detours, even if the war dress was designed by that civil servant, it has nothing to do with your choice of son-in-law, right?"
"That's right, someone who can write so many classic stories must be an older person. There is no way he is worthy of Miss Mu. You should get to the point!"
Mu Wanrou smiled and said, "I think you may have misunderstood one thing. People who can write good stories are not necessarily middle-aged people."
Zha Liangyong took over the conversation: "Miss Mu, you are right, but the copywriter who can write The Scimitar of the Full Moon and The Deer and the Cauldron must have profound life experience. Young people cannot write such meaningful works. story."
Cha Liangyong is the Taishan Beidou in the literary world. As soon as he opened his mouth, people immediately nodded in agreement.
Anyone who likes reading knows that the person who dares to serialize five high-quality novels in one breath must be a middle-aged person like Cha Liangyong.
But why was this Wenzhao Gong not well-known in the past? It was as if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Could it be that he had accumulated a lot of experience? !
Seeing Cha Liangyong come out to refute her, Mu Wanrou could only smile and take a step back, returning the stage to Mu Hongfei.
In the corner of the hall, Teng Yue and Qiu Madi sat opposite each other, chatting.
He frowned when he heard this and looked at Qiu Maidi with a suspicious look on his face: "I have read the story of Wen Chao Gong. His story is not weaker than Cha Liangyong's, and even has a sense of sedimentation over time."
"The writing style is also a bit biased towards Xiong Yaohua. At first, I thought Wenzhaogong was the pen name of these two people to hide their identity. Now it seems that I am blind."
"You said that Old Man Mu moved out to copy the government at this critical moment. What does it have to do with his choice of Jiang Jiahao?"
"Is it possible that he wants to tell me that these books and Xiaorou's battle skirt are all written by Jiang Jiahao? I absolutely don't believe it!"
Teng Yue is a Lord, and he can be said to be well-read. When he is free, his favorite thing is to read the masterpieces of Cha Liangyong and Xiong Yaohua. He can be said to be a long-time fan.
He had always thought that the pen name Wenzhao Gong must be one of Cha Liangyong or Xiong Yaohua.
After all, whether it's The Scimitar of the Moon, The Deer and the Cauldron, or even Xiao Shiyilang, the writing style is almost the same as those of the two. It's hard not to think of two great writers playing a trumpet to make people laugh.
Now seeing Cha Liangyong's personal statement, Teng Yue suspected that he was a fake fan for the first time in his life.
Qiao Madi was also a talented woman when she was young, and she still maintains the habit of reading every day. However, she only pursues English literature and has no interest in the masterpieces from Hong Kong.
Hearing this, he shook his head in disbelief: "You and I both know that Amu has set his sights on Jiang Jiahao as Chenglong's son-in-law. He can propose a copy of the document at this juncture, so the two must be somewhat related."
"But according to your opinion, I don't believe Jiang Jiahao has this ability. Could it be written by his elders?"
Teng Yue shook his head: "Jiang Jiahao's background is there. He escaped from the inland and has no relatives there, so this statement is not valid."
"Let's see what Mr. Mu has to say first. He always likes to show off his problems. I really hate him!"
Naturally, Mu Hongfei didn't know that his appetizing prank had aroused dissatisfaction between his two old friends.
Seeing that everyone in the audience was waiting for him to choose his son-in-law, he shook his head in distress, then raised his cane and made a gesture to the staff in the outer circle.
"Since everyone is curious about who my little daughter's future husband will be, I will reveal the mystery."
As Mu Hongfei's helpless words fell, the lights in the hall dimmed by more than half in an instant, and a bright light shone on a figure in the corner who was tallying the ledgers.
In the corner, Jiang Jiahao was suddenly illuminated by a strong light. He subconsciously covered his face with his hands. He was about to curse the waiter for not opening his eyes. Didn't he see that he was busy?
Then he heard Mu Hongfei's rich voice: "Ah Hao, why are you still standing there? Come here."
"Huh~" With all the guests staring at him, Jiang Jiahao took a deep breath, stood up, showed a fake smile to all the guests, and walked towards the stage.
At the same time, Mu Hongfei smiled and said: "Ahao is a very outstanding junior. He is the Wen Chai Gong in everyone's eyes."
"In addition, all the programs for my daughter's birthday party today, including the war dress she is wearing, were designed by Ah Hao himself. It can be said that they are well-intentioned."
"Originally, I didn't think much of this guy, but my daughter likes him. As a father, I naturally have to go along with it."
Being praised by Mu Hongfei for the first time, in front of all the celebrities in Hong Kong, Jiang Jiahao walked to the stage with a blushing face, stood next to Mu Wanrou, and whispered: "Mu Laomiao praised it."
With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanrou took the initiative to hold Jiang Jiahao's arm. At this moment, countless people in the audience heard the sound of heartbreak.
Mu Le's eyes were full of disbelief and he questioned loudly: "Uncle, Jiang Jiahao is just a little gangster. Regardless of whether he is a civil servant or not, just because of his background, he is not worthy of my little sister. Don't be confused!"
Cha Liangyong was chatting with a few old friends. Hearing this, his face turned cold and he said faintly: "Ha~ So in the eyes of Master Mu, identity is more important than talent and learning?"
"Then where do you think Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Zhu Gaozu, was located in history?!"
Cha Liangyong was a great writer, and there were so many fans present, otherwise he wouldn't have been invited by Mu Hongfei.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was immediately recognized by the fans around him.
For a moment, just by Cha Liangyong's words, Muller's score in the eyes of all the guests soared, but only downwards.
Mu Hongfei ignored Mu Le and continued: "In addition to choosing a husband for my little daughter, there is actually another thing to announce today."
"From now on, as the head of the Mu family, I will disqualify Mu Hongye and Mu Le from inheriting the property in the Mu family. I will take back the property under their names in the near future."
"If you want to do business with my Mu family in the future, you can contact my son-in-law Jiang Jiahao or my daughter Mu Wanrou."
"Starting from today, this old guy like me will step down as the clan leader and hand over the power of the Mu family to my daughter Mu Wanrou. I hope you will show your appreciation in the future."
To everyone's surprise, Mu Hongfei was really so stubborn that he actually killed Mu Hongye and Mu Le in front of celebrities in Xiangjiang? Are you going to leave the responsibility of the Mu family to a twenty-year-old girl?
A group of guests looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw one thing, the Mu family was about to change!
"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? I, Mu Hongye, have worked hard for the Mu family for many years. I have worked hard without any merit. You want to destroy me?"
"Uncle, I, what did I do wrong to make you angry? You can't make this joke casually!"
As soon as Mu Hongfei finished speaking, Mu Hongye and Mu Le were about to step forward to question them, but were restrained by Jiang Jian and Zhang San who appeared in the crowd, their expressions ferocious.
Several photos and notes with handprints appeared in Mu Hongfei's hand. He unfolded them in front of Mu Le and showed them to Mu Hongye, leaving the two of them stunned.
"Relying on your status, you two have invaded the family's interests and sold family information in an attempt to overthrow the Mu family over the years. Do you want me, an old man, to explain anything?!"
"I've been giving you opportunities to turn over a new leaf, but you've let me down so badly."
"Brother, listen to me, this is all a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding!" Mu Hongye saw Mu Hongfei's evidence and wanted to explain, but was dragged away by Jiang Jian.
Mu Le stared at the photo, suddenly laughed loudly, and glared at Jiang Jiahao: "It's you. It's all your fault, isn't it? You're using such a shameful method to slander me?"
"I, Mu Le, walk the right path and will never let you slander me."
Jiang Jiahao just stared coldly at Mu Le and Mu Hongye who was being dragged away, shaking his head slightly.
During this period, in order to collect evidence that the father and son betrayed the Mu family, he spent a lot of money and even took advantage of Mu Hongfei's face to take advantage of Mu Hongfei's skin.
It doesn't matter if some things are true or false, as long as Mu Hongfei doesn't want to give up the Mu family to others, that's enough!
Mu Hongfei had a sullen face and said quietly: "Brother, after you go home, stay grounded for a month and think about the mistakes you made!"
Seeing the guests looking like a bunch of melon-eaters, Mu Hongfei's expression turned from gloomy to clear, he patted Jiang Jiahao on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. From now on, Xiangjiang will be the world of young people after all. We are all old."
"Everyone, the third day of next month is an auspicious day. I invite you all to attend the wedding banquet of my daughter and Ah Hao."
