Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

When the guests heard the words, they couldn't help but turn their eyes away again and looked behind them.

However, I saw a spirited old man in his 10s and 60s who appeared at the back of the crowd at some point.

Seeing this, everyone unconsciously stepped back to the left and right, making way for him to walk slowly forward and onto the stage.

"Hello, can I borrow a microphone from you?"

The old man smiled amiably, and asked the sluggish host brother for instructions.

"..."

The host paused, and had no choice but to turn his attention to his boss, Xiang Huai in the audience.

After seeing Xiang Huai nodded slightly, he swallowed and handed the microphone to the old man with a dry smile, "You, please use it..."

"thanks."

The old man also politely returned him a nod.

At that time, everyone in the audience only felt that although the suddenly airborne old man was dressed in simple clothes, he seemed to have an innate affinity that was hard to refuse.

Coupled with his elegant and elegant temperament, and his uncompromising calm demeanor in the face of all the nobles and celebrities present, it really makes people feel that he is not a simple character.

Soon, the old man seemed to be ready, and gave a very ancient salute to the guests.

Said: "Good evening, everyone, Ouyang Yong, a scholar. I am honored to accept Miss Xiang Xing's invitation to come to Xiang Lao's birthday banquet."

"Ouyang Yong..."

After listening to his self-reported family, everyone in the audience whispered in confusion.

Who is Ouyang Yong?

It doesn't seem to be a socialite or a businessman.

But for some reason, this name seems to have been heard somewhere...

All the guests are still guessing to themselves.

But the old man Xiang, who had widened his eyes and stared at him for a long time since the old man appeared, couldn't help trembling with excitement after hearing the name.

It is even more subconsciously holding the handle of the chair, wanting to stand up and go forward.

However, before he left the chair, a small white hand quickly covered the back of the old hand.

The old man paused and looked sideways in astonishment.

But he saw his little granddaughter, winking at him with a smile, and shaking her head gently.

It seemed to signal him not to be impulsive.

Seeing this, Xiang Yan paused, and had to calm down temporarily and sit down again.

As for the guest room on the side, someone suddenly screamed again.

"Wait... Are you, are you the director of the Imperial Museum, Mr. Ouyang Yong!"

"Huh?...Wait, my AI butler also transmitted the search results to me... I'm shocked, it's really him!"

"So, that's why Curator Ouyang is here tonight, along with the famous paintings of Qiangu, to the birthday party of Mr. Xiang?... What kind of strange development is this..."

But listening to the chatter of the guests under the stage, Curator Ouyang on the stage smiled gracefully.

"Since everyone has discovered it, let me introduce myself again below... Yes, below is the director of the Imperial Capital Museum, Ouyang Yong."

While speaking, he suddenly raised his hand again and pointed at the famous painting "Spring River, Flowers and Moon Night".

He smiled even more, "This pair of "Spring River, Flowers and Moonlight Night" was indeed brought here on the premise of legal compliance, to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Xiang."