Su Yu was incredibly anxious and rushed home in a hurry, for he indeed had an extremely important matter that urgently needed to be done.
today was Han Jianhua's birthday.
Last night, Han Jiangxue had specifically told him to come over for dinner in the evening.
However, how could this matter be as simple as just having a meal?
For some time now, Su Yu had been racking his brain, pondering what kind of birthday gift he should give to Han Jianhua, his future father-in-law.
One must know that Su Yu was not well-off at the moment and truly didn't have much money to buy overly expensive gifts.
In desperation, he could only find another way, seeking inspiration from other aspects.
Moreover, did Han Jianhua seem like someone who lacked money? He swallowed 20% of Shengshi Fenghua's shares without even batting an eye.
Thus, the sentiment contained within the gift became the most crucial element.
Furthermore, it was very likely that there would be many outsiders present tonight, so Su Yu absolutely could not appear too "shabby" no matter what.
After returning home, Su Yu plunged into his study, where he pondered and meticulously prepared until past five in the afternoon, only then emerging with a satisfied look.
At this moment, he held a rectangular scroll in his hand.
Don't misunderstand, he wasn't giving any antique authentic works or famous calligraphy and paintings.
Inside this scroll was a poem that had been passed down through the ages on Earth, written by him using his advanced calligraphy skills.
Su Yu's calligraphy currently had little value; perhaps only when his calligraphy skill advanced further, reaching a top-tier level, would it then have collection value.
However, though the calligraphy itself was not valuable, the poem was extraordinarily valuable.
Moreover, Su Yu felt that Han Jianhua would definitely like the meaning of this poem.
After a simple tidying up and dressing, Su Yu walked towards Han Jianhua's villa with anticipation; he had been there many times before, always when sending Han Jiangxue homecoming in the evening.
But this time, it was his first formal visit.
After pressing the doorbell, he didn't expect Han Jiangxue to be the one to open the door.
This pleasant surprise instantly calmed Su Yu's originally tense mood.
"I told you not to bring a gift! Why did you still bring one?" Han Jiangxue looked at the item Su Yu held, her face full of helplessness.
Actually, today was just a family dinner; besides Han Jiangxue's family, only Wang Tianfeng and Li Xing's families, who had worked hard with Han Jianhua to build their empire, would be present.
Although Han Jianhua enjoyed lively gatherings, he didn't like bringing business acquaintances into his home.
Therefore, it had always been this way for many years, only this year Su Yu was added.
"I just wrote a piece of calligraphy, it's nothing," Su Yu smiled awkwardly.
He knew in his heart that coming empty-handed would definitely invite criticism; he did understand some social etiquette.
After Su Yu and Han Jiangxue entered the villa together, he saw Han Jianhua and the other two enthusiastically playing 'Fight the Landlord' in the living room, while Jiang Yu was happily chatting with two very well-preserved women.
As for the children of Wang Tianfeng and Li Xing? Su Yu didn't see them.
However, seeing such a relaxed scene, Su Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
He had originally worried it would be a very serious occasion, a banquet where everyone wore formal attire and evening gowns.
"Xiao Yu is here! Don't be shy, just treat it like your own home. Dinner is at six, you can sit down and wait for a while."
Jiang Yu greeted him with a smile, and her voice also made Han Jianhua and the others stop their actions, all turning their gaze towards Su Yu.
"Okay! Thank you, Aunt Jiang!" Su Yu said, then walked towards Han Jianhua.
"Uncle Han, happy birthday. I didn't prepare any expensive gifts, I just wrote a piece of calligraphy for you. Please don't dislike it," Su Yu said as he handed over the calligraphy in his hand.
"I've been coveting the 'Jiang Xue' you gave to Aunt Jiang last time, and now I have one too." Han Jianhua smiled as he took the scroll, then stood up and slowly unrolled it.
"The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. To see a thousand miles further, climb another story higher!" As Han Jianhua softly recited, this poem, "Ascending the Stork Tower," clearly reached the ears of the others.
Of course, Su Yu did not write the original title but changed it to "To Han Jianhua."
Su Yu firmly believed that Han Jianhua, this Leo old man, would definitely like and be very satisfied with this poem!
"To see a thousand miles further, climb another story higher! What a great meaning, what a great meaning! I love this poem! Xiao Yu, you put thought into this. I must hang this poem in my study, it can't be stolen by anyone."
Han Jianhua praised loudly under the envious gazes of Wang Tianfeng and others.
Then, as if afraid Wang Tianfeng and the others would come and snatch it, he quickly rolled up the scroll and hurried upstairs.
This scene made Wang Tianfeng and Li Xing so angry their noses were crooked; it clearly said "To Han Jianhua" on it, what use would it be for them to snatch it?
However, this boy Su Yu's poetic talent was truly astonishing.
When Su Yu used the alias "Gu Zhou Suo Li Weng" to write "If life were only like the first meeting" to counter Hua Huoxing, they only felt that Su Yu was talented.
Later, after seeing the poem "Jiang Xue" that he showed off at Han Jianhua's place, they felt that Su Yu had great poetic talent.
Now Su Yu had actually created another ancient poem, and one with such a fitting meaning, that was truly overflowing with talent!
They had no doubt that if Su Yu had been born in ancient times, he would definitely be a proper great scholar.
"Xiao Yu, you can't be biased! Your Uncle Wang's birthday is November 11th! Remember to come to my house then!" Wang Tianfeng put an arm around Su Yu's neck, completely unlike an elder, and said eagerly.
"And your Uncle Li, mine is February 26th, don't you dare forget, kid!" Li Xing also leaned in at this moment, looking at Su Yu with a stern face.
Su Yu never expected the competitive spirit among these three old men to be so strong.
However, he still had to pass the current hurdle: "Okay, I'll definitely be there then."
"That's more like it!" "Consider yourself smart, kid!" As Wang Tianfeng and Li Xing exchanged words, Han Jianhua also came downstairs.
"I'm happy today, you all are in for a treat!" In his arms, he held an old-looking wine jar.
This family dinner was enjoyed by both hosts and guests, especially Han Jianhua's smug look, which was truly asking for a beating.
So much so that he was eventually directly poured until he was dead drunk by Wang Tianfeng and Li Xing.
Actually, Su Yu also really wanted to taste the precious wine Han Jianhua brought out, but unfortunately, no one present allowed him to drink, especially Han Jiangxue, who sat beside him and watched him closely.
Ignoring the unconscious Han Jianhua, Jiang Yu suddenly spoke as Su Yu was about to leave.
"Xiao Yu, next month, our Yan University Literature Department will host a poetry exchange conference. I plan to use two of your poems for the exhibition, is that okay? It would truly be a pity if such good poems were not published."
Only then did Su Yu remember Jiang Yu's identity as a professor in the Yan University Literature Department.