The strongest urban comprehension

"Eh? Who is this person?" This is everyone's question. Those who can come to the birthday party must be rich or noble. Even if they can't pronounce their names, they are at least familiar. To make the young master of the Jiang family so enthusiastic, could he be a big shot?

I thought I had arrived quite early, but after walking into the courtyard, Zhou Yang discovered that almost every table except the ones at the top of the dozens of tables was almost full of people. At a glance, even an otaku like Zhou Yang could recognize them.

There are many famous people, but the dignitaries here seem to be no different from ordinary people. They are not as aloof as in the past. If you pick out anyone at random, they may be one of the figures.

Although the banquet was only held in accordance with folk customs and was not in a large hotel, and the tables and chairs were arranged in the style of ordinary people, no one dared to underestimate such a party and feast. There might be a table talking about a project worth hundreds of millions.

In ancient times, there was a saying that one could enter a house by entering the house. The Jiang family's old house was built almost entirely in accordance with ancient rituals. The gate was first, then the courtyard, the first row of rooms in the courtyard was the hall, and finally the inner courtyard.

"Who is that person? Why is Jiang Tianming so enthusiastic about him?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him before. He doesn't seem to be very old."

"Maybe he's a kid from a high-ranking person."

"Not necessarily. There are not many high-level kids here today. Have you not seen the sons of the big leaders over there? I didn't see Jiang Tianming being so enthusiastic when he came."

"Could it be someone from the north?"

"That's hard to say..." The group of dignitaries who were already seated were whispering among themselves and had already guessed Zhou Yang's identity.

Ma Ye was distracted and sitting at one of the tables with his father Ma Shennian. His handsome face was filled with sadness. If you look closely, you can see two vertical and horizontal scars on his forehead. He is almost disfigured. He is not looking good these days.

I know how to get through it.

He was originally a rich young man who wanted money and power, but how could he have encountered such a murderous god? He himself also knew how much damage had been caused by the last incident. Hong Wenzheng's incident was still waiting for the verdict, and another

Because there seemed to be some conflicts between myself and the Jiang family.

He has been at home and unwilling to go out since he recovered from his injury. Although his father has completed the transfer procedures for him, he still doesn't want to appear in front of everyone with this face. He also doesn't understand why his father insists on bringing him here today.

The appearance that he was originally proud of has become different in the eyes of others. Of course, with the strength of the Ma family, it is not easy to get a plastic surgery. Ma Shennian is also preparing to send his son abroad after the Jiang family's incident is over.

When he comes back, it's another appearance.

The depressed young master Ma was staring blankly ahead. Suddenly, a figure came into view. Ma Ye suddenly felt short of breath and his mind went blank. He wanted to get up and leave but did not dare to move for fear of attracting the person's attention.

He was extremely scared. After all, he was only a boy under twenty years old.

Ma Shennian, who was chatting with someone, also noticed something strange about his son.

"What's wrong, Xiao Ye?" Ma Shennian followed Ma Ye's reassuring gaze and looked over. Although he had seen Zhou Yang in the photo, there were still some differences between him and himself.

"Zhou... Zhou... Zhou Yang" Ma Ye said hesitantly, not even daring to raise his head.

After hearing this, Ma Shennian narrowed his eyes and stared at the past again. The person with Jiang Tianming was Zhou Yang! The relationship between the two was indeed extraordinary.

"Xiaoye, look up at me!" Ma Shennian's voice couldn't help but become more serious, with anger mixed with heartache in his heart. Because of what happened to Zhou Yang last time, his son turned from a sunny boy to this. Didn't he think about it?

You may meet Zhou Yang when you come here, but escaping is not an option. Which successful person does not grow up in adversity? He also noticed that the shadow in his son's heart is very deep, but if he doesn't face it, how can he break it? He insists on taking the horse with him.

Ye has always had this idea before.

"Xiaoye, I have taught you since you were a child that escaping is a sign of cowardice. The efforts of generations of my Ma family will fall on you in the future. Only by changing fear into courage and motivation can you truly grow."

But no matter how Ma Shennian tried to persuade him, Ma Ye refused to raise his head even to death.

Then Ma Shennian sighed heavily, "Xiaoye, it was my fault in the past. I was too negligent and spoiled you too much, which made you become like this. This little blow does not matter. What will happen in the future?"

After all, you still have to walk the road yourself."

After hearing this, Ma Ye slowly raised his head and looked at his father. Unexpectedly, his father, who had always been resolute, actually had tears in his eyes.

"Dad..." Ma Ye's lips trembled, and he felt a little uncomfortable. His father had never told him these words. He had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth. How could he know the world of adults, thinking that having money means having everything?

, can do anything, but the appearance of Zhou Yang shattered his dream like this.

"Dad, don't worry, I will cheer up." Then, Ma Ye's eyes gradually became firm and no longer timid.

Ma Shennian's heart dropped to his stomach after seeing this. The Jiang family's visit this time was worth it. He could accept no matter how much the loss was, but he couldn't watch his son sink.

On the other side, Zhou Yang was brought all the way from the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard by Jiang Tianming under the strange eyes of everyone.

The inner courtyard was much cleaner, with only a dozen people. Among them, an old man with white hair was surrounded by everyone. After a while, he was made to laugh by his descendants.

People in the inner courtyard were even more curious when they saw Zhou Yang coming in. They were all the real core figures of the Jiang family, and almost everyone related to the Jiang family knew each other. A stranger came in unexpectedly. He had an average appearance and average clothes. He was Jiang Tianming.

Being with each other in person, we couldn't help but look at each other with confusion.

"Xiaoyang, this is my grandfather. Today is his 100th birthday." Jiang Tianming's words rang in his ears.

The old general watched with amusement as Jiang Tianming came in with a young man. Among the third generation descendants, Jiang Tianming was the one he looked up to the most. Jiang Tianming had never let the old general down. No matter in every aspect, Jiang Tianming was young.

An existence that a generation looks up to.

"Grandpa, this is my good friend, Zhou Yang." Jiang Tianming came to the old general again and introduced Zhou Yang's identity.

Zhou Yang came to the old man without being humble or arrogant, and bowed deeply and respectfully, "I wish grandpa good health, good fortune like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and longevity as long as Nanshan Mountain protects China." This was the word Zhou Yang had thought of long ago, and the other party was the old man.

A generation of leaders who have been worrying about the country for almost their entire lives.

"Okay, okay, okay, what the little kid said is so good. He said that I have gone to the bottom of my heart. I wish I could live a few more years so that the monsters and monsters would not dare to invade!" The old general listened to Zhou Yang's words and leaned on his arms excitedly.

He was about to stand up with the crutches, and waved his hand with great momentum.