Chapter: 893

Liu Zhenping's father, Liu Xian, was originally the principal of a high school, but he has already retired.

He usually lives in this hometown, grows flowers and fishes, paints and writes, plays with collections, and leads a leisurely life as a secluded scholar.

But today, Mr. Liu's peaceful life was broken.

There were lights and festoons everywhere in the farmyard, all kinds of vehicles were parked in front of the gate, and many people came to celebrate his birthday.

Liu Zhenping was dressed in casual clothes and brought a group of family members to accompany Mr. Liu to greet relatives and friends.

There was no leader at the scene, nor any of Liu Zhenping's subordinates.

Because of Liu Zhenping's words, anyone who works in the system is not allowed to attend his father's birthday banquet.

This time for his father's birthday banquet, he did not entertain his colleagues, but only his relatives and friends.

Therefore, most of the people who came to celebrate Master Liu's birthday were relatives and friends of the Liu family.

At this time, someone suddenly heard someone shouting at the door: "Chen Xiong, the master of the Chen family in Jizhou in the north, is here to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Liu."

Chen Xiong came in with a group of entourages, and with a smile on his face, he bowed his hands to Mr. Liu and Liu Zhenping and said, "Hello General Liu, Mr. Liu is well."

"Chen wishes Mr. Liu good luck like the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan."

Mr. Liu smiled and said, "Okay, okay!"

Liu Zhenping smiled and said, "Master Chen has a heart!"

Chen Xiong smiled and said, "I took the liberty to come here, and I didn't prepare any gifts."

"However, Mr. Chen is the honorary president of the Northern Calligraphy Association, so he has some experience in writing."

"Why don't Mr. Chen write an adverb for you, Mr. Liu, and treat it as a gift!"

Mr. Liu has always liked painting and writing, and he also likes collecting calligraphy and painting.

And Mr. Liu doesn't care whether the calligraphy and painting are from famous artists, as long as he thinks the work is good, he likes it.

He heard that Chen Xiong, the honorary president of the Northern Calligraphy Association, wanted to write for him on the spot.

He immediately became interested, and said with a smile: "Okay, please ask someone to prepare a pen, ink and paper."

Many guests around also gathered around curiously, wanting to see the honorary chairman of the Northern Calligraphy Association writing style.

However, before the servant brought the pen, ink and paper, suddenly another wave of guests came.

I only heard the doorman welcoming guests at the door shout loudly: "Mr. Chen Ning from the Ningda Group, come to congratulate Mr. Liu on his birthday."

Chen Ning strode in with Dian Chu Tong Ke and others.

"My boy, Chen Ning, represents the Ningda Group. I wish Mr. Liu good fortune like a mountain, and a long life without bounds."

Mr. Liu didn't know Chen Ning, but he was still very polite and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, this is a guest, please sit down."

When Chen Xiong saw Chen Ning, his complexion had already darkened, and his eyes were particularly sharp.

Just like a strict father seeing a rebellious son, his expression is very scary.

Chen Ning's face was calm, he only regarded Chen Xiong as a stranger, and sat down calmly. JrNovels.com