Wang Qi's heart was extremely bitter.

He has said it many times. Zhou Wen was indeed invited by him to deal with the Qinglang Gang, but no one believed it!

"Old Master Wang, younger generation Wang Zhi wishes you good health and longevity!" Wang Zhi said respectfully.

"My younger generation Wang Ying wishes the old man as blessed as the East China Sea and as long as the South Mountain!" Wang Ying followed.

Hearing these two people's words, Mr. Wang nodded and said, "You two, don't just pay attention to your career, but also help a bunch of Wang Qi."

"Old man, my second brother is arrogant and we can't help you." Wang Ying sneered.

Wang Jiankang looked at Wang Qi coldly, snorted, and continued to walk forward.

He has a very bad impression of Wang Qi now if he can call a college student to deal with the Qinglang Gang.

Isn’t this just nonsense?

No wonder I'm doing it so well now.

Wang Qi lowered his head and did not argue.

Wang Jiankang saw Zhou Wen on the table at this time, and the student looked indifferent.

It seems that he is also a brainless student!

Even if you don’t think about it, can you deal with the Green Wolf Gang? You dare to come over!

Wang Jiankang couldn't help but sigh when he recalled his experience over the years.

But when he saw the girl beside him, he calmed down.

Along the way, many people greeted him.

Wang Jiankang responded one by one.

These people all came out of Wangjia Village and were all his descendants.

After Mr. Wang sat down, the birthday party was about to begin.

Wang Jiankang walked onto the platform built in the yard and did not let Chen Yuexi continue to support him.

He held his head up and looked at the crowd below.

Everyone also watched it.

"Thank you very much for attending my old man's birthday party. Although Wang is old, his heart is not old. Over the years, Wang has done a lot of good deeds and offended many people." Wang Jiankang said loudly.

"But I am very pleased to see my descendants so energetic and hope that after my death, my descendants can also inherit my spirit and pass it on from generation to generation." Wang Jiankang said slowly.

Everyone below applauded.

"Old Master Wang, it's absolutely okay for you to live to be 100 years old!"

"That's right, Mr. Wang is still tough!"

Many people shouted loudly.

Wang Jiankang laughed when he heard this.

"Since that's the case, then let's start." Wang Jiankang waved his hand and said loudly.

"The Little Sun Welfare Court presented Mr. Wang with a calligraphy work "The Clouds and Cranes Have a Thousand Years of Life, and the Pines of Eternal Green"!"

"Sunset Red Nursing Home presented Mr. Wang with a calligraphy and painting of "Immortal Peach Birthday, Wealthy Changchun"!"

"Wang Zhi, the owner of the Gushan Martial Arts Hall, presented a pair of golden peaches to Mr. Wang!"

...

With the shouts of the emcee, the whole birthday party suddenly became lively.

Wang Zhi looked proud and his eyes swept over Wang Qi.

As gifts were given one by one, Wang Jiankang also laughed.

Zhou Wen noticed that the gifts from the welfare homes and nursing homes were written or drawn by the people inside themselves, and they had a lot of thought.

But others are comparing who gives the gifts that are expensive.

"Thank you all! I have accepted all these gifts. I will continue to invest them in the welfare homes and nursing homes under my name." Wang Jiankang said with a smile.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the yard.

"Xiang Ding, the leader of the Qinglang Gang, came to congratulate Mr. Wang on his 70th birthday!"

As soon as everyone's faces fell, they became gloomy.

Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came.

A middle-aged man in a black Tang suit walked in with a smile on his face. He held a cigarette in his mouth and followed by a large group of people holding sticks in his hands. These people were tattooed with a wolf-head tattoo on their bodies, and they were arrogant.

The two people following the man in black Tang suit were holding a large black handbag in their hands, not knowing what was inside.

The whole audience fell into silence in an instant.

What should come, it's still coming after all.

On the table, Wang Qi looked worried.

Both Wang Zhi and Wang Ying looked indifferent.

The group of people rushed in.

"People from the Qinglang Gang, please leave here! You are not welcome here!" Several security guards at the door rushed out immediately.

No matter who can see, the people from the Qinglang Gang are not kind.

The group of people from the Qinglang Gang immediately rushed up with sticks.

A few bangs!

All these security guards fell to the ground, vulnerable!

Everyone's face turned dark.

Wang Jiankang's face was quite calm and he said, "Xiang Ding, what are you doing?"

The man in Tang suit is Xiang Ding, the leader of the Qinglang Gang.

Xiang Ding snorted and sneered: "Mr. Wang, why didn't you tell me your 70th birthday? If I hadn't seen so many of you, I wouldn't have known that the old man would have celebrated his birthday today!"

Everyone spat in their hearts.

Don't know yet!

When Wang Jiankang's birthday party was preparing, your Qinglang Gang made harsh words!

What a lie!

Wang Jiankang walked down from the stage, and Chen Yuexi rushed up and helped him.

"Grandpa, don't go over." Chen Yuexi said worriedly.

She also heard about the Qinglang Gang. When she saw this group of gangsters, she was still a college student.

This group of people is hard to mess with at first sight.

"I don't believe how they dare to treat me, an old man!" Wang Jiankang said proudly, revealing a sharp temperament on his body.

"Mr. Wang, your 70th birthday is my leader, and I should celebrate your birthday, but we know it too late, and we prepared in a hurry. Although the gifts are thin and we don't respect them, it is also our dedication." Xiang Ding smiled.

Wang Jiankang's face was gloomy. He stared at Xiang Ding without saying a word.

Seeing Wang Jiankang's appearance, a trace of contempt flashed across Xiang Ding's face.

"Come here, bring the gifts prepared by our Qinglang Gang for Mr. Wang!"

With Xiang Ding shouting, the two people behind him took two steps forward and walked in front.

On this trip, a group of people stood in the middle of the guests' seats.

Everyone looked at the two black handbags in their hands.

Everyone understood that Xiang Ding would never be so kind to celebrate Wang Jiankang's birthday!

The two men pulled the handbags apart, immediately raised the handbag and poured them down.

In an instant, countless paper money flew out from it, buzzing, and a gust of wind flew up, and the paper money suddenly scattered.

Two large bags of paper money were dumped out and piled up on the ground into a hill.

The closest person looked down.

The ground is full of ghost coins!

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar.

"This money is the gift I gave to Mr. Wang. Are you satisfied with this gift?" Xiang Ding sneered.

Someone immediately stood up.

"Qinglang Gang, what does it mean to send ghost coins when Mr. Wang celebrates his birthday?"

"Xiang Ding, you bully people too much. Do you think there is no one in our Wangjia Village?"
To be continued...