The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Zhou Yanhuan stopped and looked at the seemingly kind butler in front of her, a feeling of familiarity welling up inside her. She scrutinized him carefully, and suddenly, memories flooded back—wasn't this the butler grandfather she had known since childhood?

However, perhaps because she was wearing makeup today, the butler didn't immediately recognize her. He simply asked Zhou Yanhuan to show her invitation, as required by protocol.

Zhou Yanhuan smiled helplessly; she hadn't received an invitation this year. In previous years, even if she didn't attend the banquet, she would still receive an invitation. But this year, for some reason, the invitation seemed to have vanished into thin air.

However, Zhou Yanhuan had no intention of arguing with the housekeeper. She silently took out the phoenix pendant given to her by her great-grandmother from her bag and handed it to the housekeeper.

When the steward saw the jade pendant, his eyes widened visibly, and his face was filled with shock. But he quickly regained his composure, seemingly trying to conceal the turmoil within him.

As night falls, the Garden Hotel stands quietly, like a palace forgotten by time. Its dark tiles and upturned eaves, bathed in twilight, outline an elegant silhouette, resembling a building from a traditional Chinese ink painting, exuding a rustic yet refined atmosphere.

Twelve palace lanterns lit up one after another along the white marble arched bridge, like a string of dazzling pearls, casting the reflections of koi carp on the water's surface into varying lengths, like a flowing scroll painting. The soft, warm light of these palace lanterns illuminated the entire garden, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity to this grand birthday banquet.

This 95th birthday banquet for Si Moyuan, the second master of the Si family, perfectly blended the elegance of Jiangnan gardens with the grandeur of an aristocratic family, creating a unique style of luxury. In the winding corridors, elegant ladies in haute couture gowns strolled about, their flowing skirts like colorful clouds, complementing the garden scenery beautifully. Behind the moon gate, business tycoons in suits chatted and laughed or whispered among themselves; their figures, appearing and disappearing in the moonlight, added a touch of modern charm to the garden, a blend of tradition and modernity.

Inside the banquet hall, floor-to-ceiling windows frame a pool of clear water, resembling a giant natural painting. The glass dome refracts moonlight into a flowing galaxy, scattering it into every corner of the banquet hall, creating a dreamlike atmosphere throughout the space.

At the head table, Si Moyuan, clad in a dark, gold-embroidered longevity robe, a jade hairpin adorning his white hair, gently stroked a jade cup with his withered fingers, revealing a calm and composed demeanor born of years of experience. To his left, a former high-ranking military official, leaning on a sandalwood cane, spoke in hushed tones with him, their conversation seemingly concealing many untold stories and secrets. To his right sat a Wall Street upstart who controlled international capital, his gaze sharp and profound, as if he could see right through everything.

Although the three had not yet raised their glasses, the air was already thick with the undercurrents of the Southwest High-Speed ​​Railway project and new energy investment. This birthday banquet was not merely a celebration of Si Moyuan's 95th birthday, but also a clash of power and wealth, a game of commerce and politics.

At the corner of the corridor, the Si family members each displayed their unique style, which was a sight to behold.

The eldest grandson, Si Yan, held an exquisite celadon teacup, the fragrant tea emitting a delicate aroma. He was conversing quietly with the CEO of a chip company. A holographic projection of the semiconductor industry chain floated between them, detailing information on each link and related companies. Si Yan studied the diagram intently, occasionally offering unique insights that drew frequent nods of approval from the CEO.

Si Mingwei, the daughter of the Si family, wore a Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam. The exquisite patterns and delicate embroidery on the cheongsam showcased her elegant temperament. The smartwatch on her wrist complemented the jewelry on her body, making her look even more glamorous. At this moment, she was smiling and clinking glasses with representatives of the Middle Eastern conglomerate. The crisp sound of the glasses clinking together seemed to add to the pleasant atmosphere of this friendly exchange.

The younger generation of the Si family sat around a private room themed around a "bamboo forest," using AR technology to analyze a Southeast Asian port acquisition. A lush green bamboo grove was projected onto the room's walls, its leaves swaying gently in the breeze, creating a beautiful image reflected on champagne glasses. The young men focused intently on the details of the acquisition, occasionally pointing at virtual charts with gestures, demonstrating their professionalism and keen business acumen.

"This toast to Elder Si is a toast to your longevity and good fortune!" The real estate tycoon beamed, holding a gilded cup filled with aged Moutai. In the candlelight, the liquor rippled with an amber hue. He bowed respectfully, then raised the cup high and presented it to Si Moyuan.

Si Moyuan rose shakily from his seat. Although he was advanced in years, he was still vigorous, and his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's. He smiled as he accepted the wine glass, gently clinking it against the real estate tycoon's, producing a clear, resonant sound.

This sound seemed to be a signal, and all the forces present stood up to toast Si Moyuan. In an instant, the banquet hall was bustling with activity, and the sounds of everyone's toasts and clinking glasses intertwined, like a symphony.

However, beneath this seemingly joyful and peaceful atmosphere, various interests were at play and undercurrents were surging. When a former high-ranking military official spoke with Si Moyuan, he seemingly casually mentioned the issue of defense infrastructure, hinting at potential business opportunities. Meanwhile, the upstarts in the capital's business district subtly hinted at the impact of exchange rate fluctuations on the market while chatting and laughing, seemingly testing the Si family's attitude.

These words, ostensibly auspicious birthday wishes, were in reality a covert power struggle among various factions, each testing the other's limits and intentions. Si Moyuan, as the protagonist of this grand banquet, was naturally well aware of this. He smiled as he responded to everyone's toasts and pleasantries, but inwardly he was calculating how to protect the Si family's interests in this complex situation.

Just then, Si Yanjing, the eldest son of the Si family, activated the holographic projection equipment, projecting a model of a self-developed quantum satellite onto the dome of the banquet hall. The model was exquisite and lifelike, showcasing the advanced technology and powerful functions of the quantum satellite, drawing applause and admiration from several prominent figures present.

Crystal chandeliers and underwater lighting strips shimmered in the sunlight, while the sounds of clinking glasses mingled with the ancient zither melody "Longevity Star" echoed through the garden. Servants carried longevity peaches inlaid with gold foil as they moved among the guests, while intelligent robots simultaneously announced the congratulatory gifts from all sides. This birthday banquet, a fusion of the ancient and the modern, was not only a tribute to the elder but also a fierce clash between old and new forces—behind every smile lay meticulous calculations, every congratulatory message a bargaining chip in the power struggle, and in Si Moyuan's cloudy eyes, the microcosm of the rise and fall of aristocratic families over the past century was reflected.