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"Miss Qin, you may not know this, but there is an old saying: 'At seventy-three and eighty-four, the King of Hell does not come for himself.' Seventy-three is significant for some people. Jin Jiangming has dealt with many antiques that came from tombs. Although this saying is superstitious, people like Jin Jiangming surely believe it deeply, which is why he is celebrating his birthday so ostentatiously," Zeng Xianyi explained.
"Why are seventy-three and eighty-four considered critical ages?" Qin Xiaoya asked curiously.
"Because Confucius only lived to seventy-three, and Mencius to eighty-four. Both sages only reached these ages, indicating that they are indeed significant life milestones. I myself have also celebrated a birthday during these years," Zeng Xianyi replied.
"I see," Qin Xiaoya nodded.
"Zeng Lao, Qin Xiaoya, since today is Old Jin's birthday, shouldn't we prepare a gift?" Jiang Chen suggested.
"Then I will go prepare one right now," Qin Xiaoya said. With just a phone call, the gift would arrive in an hour.
"No need to trouble yourself; I've already prepared a gift for him. However, whether he receives it depends on his own fortune," Jiang Chen said mysteriously.
"I hope Old Jin won't disappoint you. Your gift is not something just anyone can have," Qin Xiaoya remarked. Anything her young master casually offered was worth a fortune; it all depended on whether Jin Jiangming had the discernment to appreciate it.
The group arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, where they were greeted by one of Jin Jiangming's sons, a man in his forties dressed in a sharp suit. Although he didn't recognize them, upon seeing Qin Xiaoya's beauty and grace, along with the luxurious Bentley parked across the street, he understood they were people of status and did not dare to be disrespectful.
"I am an old friend of Mr. Jin, here to celebrate his birthday," Zeng Xianyi announced. Given his age and stature, Jin Jiangming's son quickly stepped aside to let them in.
Thus, Jiang Chen and his companions entered the courtyard.
It was just past ten o'clock, and nearly all the guests had arrived. The courtyard was quite crowded; it was a large three-entry courtyard with tables set up in the yard and rooms on both sides—eight people per table, totaling over thirty tables.
Among the crowd, only Qin Xiaoya stood out; after all, beauty attracts attention anywhere.
"Young Master, that person over there is Jin Jiangming," Qin Xiaoya pointed to a plump man surrounded by a group of people. He wore bright red clothing, had heavenly beads around his neck, and held a wooden prayer bead bracelet—this was Jin Jiangming.
Jin Jiangming was indeed a notable figure; behind his smiling face lay cunning and depth that made him seem unfathomable.
Many guests celebrating his birthday were former friends of Jin Jiangming; some he did not recognize. However, he had his own way of treating people well, giving everyone face—whether through handshakes or friendly exchanges.
"Hmm? Zeng Lao, Miss Qin, what brings you here today?" After some pleasantries, Jin Jiangming noticed Jiang Chen and his companions. Although he did not know Jiang Chen personally, he remembered Zeng Xianyi and Qin Xiaoya from their visit yesterday.
To be honest, everyone present was clever; although Zeng Xianyi had concealed his intentions well yesterday, Jin Jiangming was no fool and could naturally see through Zeng Xianyi's purpose.
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