This day is Fang Wendao’s birthday.

Forty-nine birthday.

Donghu Bay, in Villa No. 8.

Grandpa Fang Cheng was talking with a smile on his face.

On the side, Hua Liang, Fang Wenmin, Fang Wenxue and others sat at the dining table in turn.

The main position is the policy.

On the left side of Fang Zhi is Fang Cheng’s father Fang Wendao.

Fang Zheng's face was full of relief and sighed:

"Xiao Cheng is really promising. Look at this house, tsk tsk, even though I have been here two or three times, I still can't imagine it."

Fang Wendao smiled and said, "Dad, if you want to live, I will buy you a set next to you."

Fang Cheng's mother Chen Rong's face was calm.

With a bank card with a deposit of 100 million yuan, Chen Rong doesn't care about this little money at all.

As long as this money is not given to Fang Wenxue, it is not a big problem.

As a junior, it is not a big deal to buy a villa for Fang Cheng’s grandfather.

Reside in and move qi, nourish and move the body.

Chen Rong's face was radiant, and the temperament of a noble lady arose naturally.

Fang Jian was stunned for a moment, moved his heart, but shook his head and waved his hand and refused: "No, Wen Dao, just be able to have this kind of heart."

Fang Wendao is about to speak.

Fang Jian smiled again and said, "It is very convenient for your second brother, Literature and I to live together. I am so old and I feel so empty-handed in such a big house."

Fang Wenxue on the right side of the policy wanted to speak but stopped and smiled embarrassedly.

He also wanted to live in a villa or a mansion... but the only self-esteem in his heart made him not want to seek help from his elder brother Fang Wendao.

It's good to have a good son.

Fang Wenxue was full of jealousy.

During the conversation, Chen Rong's temperament appeared.

Chen Rong had just finished her driver's license and planned to buy a car.

Hua Liang smiled, looked at his wife Fang Wenmin, and said, "Or it would be nice to buy an Audi Q5 or a Porsche Cayenne."

Fang Wendao nodded.

Chen Rong curled her lips and shook her head to deny it: "No, it's too cheap."

“…”

The words on the dining table suddenly stopped.

These two models are cheap?

Chen Rong smiled proudly. Before his son Fang Cheng's special training, he repeatedly told him not to shrink his hands and feet when spending money.

She pounded the table with a smile:

"I think there is a good model for Maybach."

Hua Liang swallowed his saliva, feeling a little envious.

The chairman of his company is a dark black Maybach!

Fang Wenxue's face was trembling, and Maybach's expensive price made him even think about it.

Even if it is a second-hand Maybach, it will cost more than one million yuan, so he can afford it. The funds are all under the business.

"Dongdong."

The door knocked.

The weird atmosphere was broken.

Chen Rong looked up and looked at the door of the villa, and smiled and said, "I'll go and see who it is."

She was a little confused.

Relatives are all on this dining table.

Chen Rong's own brothers and sisters could not suddenly come over in Tianjiang City.

The villa door opens.

Chen Rong looked at the two people standing outside the door in amazement.

A big entrepreneur, rich man, and her husband's boss - Qi Zhenguo!

Secretary of the Linjiang Municipal Party Committee, leader, and official - Secretary Chen.

As the two walked into the villa, everyone was shocked!

Fang Jian stood up even tremblingly, with a bright smile on his face, and stepped forward to say hello to Secretary Chen.

Secretary Chen held his rough hands: "You are Fang Cheng's grandfather's policy..."

The following words are no longer clear.

This high-ranking official who was only seen on the TV screen was standing in his eldest son's villa and shook hands with him!

Fang Jian sat down in a daze.

Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo expressed their purpose: congratulations to Fang Wendao on his birthday.

One hour later.

The atmosphere of the dining table is solidified.

Secretary Chen, Qi Zhenguo, finally left Villa No. 8.

Fang Wenxue's face turned red and she was extremely excited. She wanted to breathe heavily, but she couldn't help but hold her breath.

Hua Liang trembled and touched his pocket, trying to suck a cigarette, suppressing his shock.

Suddenly he froze, remembering that this was Fang Wendao, Chen Rong's villa, and neither of them smoked. Hua Liang put his hand awkwardly on the table.

Everyone here can truly understand these two identities, levels, and status. It is Fang Wenxue and Hua Liang.

One is a businessman who is doing business.

One is a senior management of the company.

Chen Rong shook her head, Guli stared at Fang Wen strangely and said, "Are we very familiar with these two people? Why are we here to celebrate your birthday today?"

Fang Wendao smiled bitterly, and was also confused.

Hearing this, Fang Wenxue almost couldn't breathe a breath of old blood.

For officials like Secretary Chen, how many people spend money to plead with each other and want to meet each other, there is no chance!

My elder brother and sister-in-law didn't care at all!

The gap between people is too big.

Just because of his nephew Fang Cheng?

Fang Cheng, what is his identity?

Even the number one young warrior in China cannot have such influence.

Besides, at this moment, Fang Cheng was not at home at all!

If Fang Cheng was at home, it could be called Secretary Chen coming to express his condolences.

But now, Fang Cheng is not here.

Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo came to celebrate with Fang Wendao with Fang Wendao in light of his identity as Fang Cheng’s father!

hiss!

Fang Wenxue's mouth was open, and his mind was covered in mud, and a vague idea popped up:

Unless... Fang Cheng's identity is far more than these two, so these two great officials and rich people should be enthusiastic and pay attention to Fang Cheng's father!

"Dongdong."

The sound of the door sounded for the second time.

Fang Wendao and Chen Rong looked at each other in confusion.

Watching his sister-in-law Chen Rong walk towards the brown security door of the villa, Fang Wenxue stared at the door.

He thought in his heart, what a great man was he here this time?

Chen Rong opened the door.

Eyes lit up.
To be continued...