Upstairs.
Looking at the boxes of Moutai and Wuliangye laid out on the floor, Old Master Kang’s eyes lit up.
Just as Qin Feng had guessed, when he used to work, he was the workshop director, and many people had brought him gifts. Occasionally, he had received Moutai or luxury goods, but after retirement, the gifts ceased and he had long forgotten the taste of Moutai.
Suddenly seeing so much Moutai, Old Master instinctively swallowed his saliva.
Although he was already eighty years old, he still enjoyed a small drink with each meal, so these Moutai and Wuliangye naturally went straight to his heart.
Not only Old Master Kang, but Kang Zhichao, standing nearby, also had his eyes shining. He was the youngest son, the one who tended to his father. Now there were sixteen cases of Moutai and Wuliangye combined. His father was already eighty years old and couldn’t possibly drink that much liquor.
So, using a few cases for hosting guests or as gifts shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Kang Zhichao’s wife, Wang Huixin, also thought about her own father, who loved to drink too, but she couldn’t afford to buy him this Moutai. With the Mid-Autumn Festival coming up, taking two bottles home to her father would not only look good among her sisters, but her father would be delighted too.
“Yang, come over and sit.”
“You being a junior, there’s no need for such courtesy.”
Old Master Kang spoke polite words, but his aged face was filled with smiles.
Initially, when everyone was discussing Yang Hao, he was somewhat skeptical, feeling that Kang Huimin, Kang Huifen, and others were making too much of Yang Hao.
Even though the other party was a billionaire, after all, his last name was Yang, not Kang, and he wouldn’t be able to offer much help.
As it turned out, Old Master Kang was the first to benefit.
Thus, Old Master Kang’s attitude took a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.
“Grandpa, Manni told me that tomorrow is your eightieth birthday.”
“These gifts are just a small token of my regard.”
Yang Hao sat next to Kang Jingchun as invited, and the latter immediately warmly grasped Yang Hao’s hand. Although Kang Jingchun was eighty years old, he was still quite robust, and his palms were thick, not the bony feel of some elderly people.
Yang Hao’s response seemed casual, but it actually contained an important piece of information.
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Because he said, “Manni told me”
Not Manshu!
A simple phrase already hinted at why he was attending the birthday feast the next day.
Kang Jingchun was a former leader at Xiangyang Steel Plant, and despite his age, his thinking was still clear. He immediately picked up the hidden meaning in Yang Hao’s words and, with a poker face, glanced at Li Manni beside him, forming a conjecture in his mind.
It’s no wonder that his grandson-in-law, even after divorcing his granddaughter Li Manshu, still came to attend his birthday and brought such significant gifts.
Turns out, he was still his grandson-in-law.
Even the boy’s father-in-law and mother-in-law hadn’t changed.
It was just a different wife.
This young man!
No wonder he could become a billionaire; his ways were indeed different from ordinary people.
Old Master Kang couldn’t help but silently marvel in his heart.
Kang Huimin, who was gathered nearby, also discerned the underlying meaning and looked toward Li Manshu, who was hiding at the back of the crowd. Her expression was lonely and complex.
Kang Huimin then looked toward Li Manni, who appeared calm and even wore a light smile on her face.
Indeed, confidence stems from one’s own strength.
Kang Huimin remembered last Spring Festival; at that time, this niece was not in such a state, even displaying concern about the future on her face.
Back then, Li Manni was just an intern journalist, unsure of when she could become a regular employee, but now it was different. Li Manni had become a well-known TV host nationally, boasting millions of followers and becoming a major internet celebrity.
Kang Huimin glanced over Yang Hao again.
Looking at it now, the pair was truly a match of talent and beauty, perfectly suited for each other.
Yang Hao continued to chat with Old Master Kang for a while, and all birthday gifts were finally brought upstairs.
Sixteen cases of liquor were piled up in the living room, forming a small mountain.
Eight bundles of luxury goods were placed on top, drawing particular attention.
“Master, all the birthday gifts are here.”
“There’s also this.”
Qin Feng then handed over a password-protected suitcase containing eight gold bars to Yang Hao, knowing his place as an outsider. Having completed his task of delivering the gifts, he said goodbye and prepared to leave.
“Thank you, you’ve been of great help.”
“Go rest at the hotel.”
Yang Hao took the password suitcase, nodded satisfyingly at Qin Feng.
“It wasn’t hard at all.”
“I just had to talk.”
Qin Feng modestly waved his hand and then took out a large red envelope from his bag and handed it to Kang Jingchun: “Great-grandfather, may your happiness be as vast as the Eastern Sea and your life as long as the Southern Mountains.”
“Uh, this…”
Kang Jingchun looked at the large red envelope presented by Qin Feng, then at this unfamiliar young man, and for a moment, didn’t know how to respond.
It was evident that this young man was either Yang Hao’s driver or assistant, but the red envelope given was quite thick. While Kang Jingchun had occasionally received red envelopes during his tenure, none were as thick as the one Qin Feng presented.
Based on his experience, the red envelope ought to contain about ten thousand yuan.
If it was just a small envelope, he would have politely accepted it, but Kang Jingchun also understood the norms. He knew Qin Feng was giving the red envelope to honor Yang Hao, so this favor needed to be repaid by Yang Hao. The larger the envelope, the greater the favor to be returned.