The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

With trembling hands, Old Master Si Moyuan slowly accepted the gift from Xu Linfeng. His voice also trembled slightly with excitement: "Good! Good! Linfeng, this gift of yours is far superior to your brother's! I've always longed to find this pen, but it's now exclusively for foreign royal families; even with money, you might not be able to buy it! What a good boy!"

Xu Linfeng smiled modestly and said, "No, I just suddenly remembered that you've been looking for this kind of pen for the past few years when I was choosing a gift for you, but you never learned how to use it. I just happened to find out about it and prepared this gift for you. I hope you like it."

At this moment, the eldest son of the old master Si Moyuan, who was also the head of the main branch, came out and said in a condescending manner, "Second brother, this is not right of you. What's so good about a pen? I still think that what Xu Linfeng's brother gave you is more suitable for you."

The air fell silent instantly, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

The birthday celebrant, Old Master Si Moyuan, also darkened instantly. He knew perfectly well what his elder brother meant by those words; he was being sarcastic and indirect.

At this moment, Zhou Yanhuan stepped forward and stood beside Si Moyuan, then clapped her hands, and a gust of wind passed by everyone's ears. When they came to their senses, they saw a man in a black suit appear out of nowhere and stand respectfully behind Zhou Yanhuan.

The man was none other than the mysterious and powerful Captain Karolide, who was holding a delicate sandalwood gift box with both hands, as if it contained an incomparably precious treasure.

The moment the lid was slowly lifted, a collective gasp and exclamation filled the room. Inside were no ordinary objects, but twelve exquisite Suzhou embroidery screens!

These twelve screens unfold in sequence, each embroidered with ninety-five different calligraphic styles of the character "寿" (longevity). Some are vigorous and powerful, others are elegant and unrestrained, and still others are dignified and beautiful, all showcasing the superb and exquisite craftsmanship of Suzhou embroidery. What is even more astonishing is that among the auspicious clouds outlined in gold thread, the name of Master Si is cleverly hidden in a subtle pattern. Without careful observation, it would be difficult to discover this secret.

“This is a birthday gift from an elder to you…” Miss Zhou said softly, her fingertips gently tracing the delicate stitches, as if she could feel the deep affection contained within. “A year ago, when he learned that today was your 95th birthday, he stayed home during his holidays and devoted himself to embroidering these screens stitch by stitch. He poured his blessings and respect for you into every stitch, which also represents his deep love for you.”

However, just as everyone was immersed in the shock and emotion brought by the exquisite Suzhou embroidery screen, the Si family cousin suddenly covered her face with her handkerchief and chuckled, interrupting the warm atmosphere.

"It is quite exquisite, but unfortunately..." Her words seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm, "I heard that the Zhou Group and the Xie Group have changed hands, and it seems that you, as an elder, are also facing considerable financial difficulties. I wonder if the money for this gold thread came from Miss Zhou's sugar daddy?"

Zhou Yanhuan didn't look at the person who asked the question, but instead looked at Si Yanjing, who was sitting in the distance, and asked coldly and seriously, "Young Master Si, I think the people of your Si family's eldest branch all like to spread rumors. If they can't have something, they'll destroy it."

Fortunately, your twin brother is my fiancé, whom I'm about to marry. He was abandoned by your parents when we were young and raised by my parents. After my parents passed away, I was sent abroad, and then someone replaced his identity with you. He became an outcast of the family. Luckily, he didn't grow up in a place like yours. You agree, right?

Her voice was cold and clear, seemingly able to pierce through one's soul, echoing throughout the banquet hall. All eyes were on her, but she simply stared straight at Si Yanjing, the chill in her eyes sending shivers down one's spine.

The previously noisy atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly turned heavy and deathly silent; no one dared to utter a sound. Si Yanjing's face also turned extremely gloomy in an instant. He widened his eyes, wanting to refute her words, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Just then, an elderly man leaning on a cane slowly walked over. It was none other than Old Master Si Moyuan. Although he was very old, his steps were still steady, each one carrying great weight. The old man's gaze slowly swept over everyone in the banquet hall, finally settling on the twelve Suzhou embroidery screens.

He gazed at the exquisite patterns on the screen, a hint of satisfaction and appreciation in his eyes. After a while, he turned to look at Si Yanjing and said in his aged and slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Please thank your elder for me. Zhen'er, please tell him that I received his gift, and I am very happy and like it very much."

However, the old man was unaware that these twelve Suzhou embroidery screens were not gifts from any elder, but rather embroidered stitch by stitch by his own son. This secret was known only to Si Yanjing and a very few others.

Just then, a flash of light appeared from the shadows. It turned out that a reporter had infiltrated the banquet hall and captured the entire scene. This meticulously planned humiliation ultimately became a sharp blade that tore away the hypocritical mask of the Si family.

At this moment, the crystal chandelier not far away casts a flowing halo of light on the gilded screen, and the carved wooden lattice windows filter in the night view of the Bund where the velvet curtains hang.

The banquet hall was filled with the clinking of glasses, the jade and champagne glasses on the guests' wrists reflecting a cold light. In this cutthroat arena of fame and fortune, everyone harbored their own selfish motives. It wasn't a genuine birthday celebration; everyone wanted to turn this banquet into a stage for them to achieve their own goals and gain fame.

However, Zhou Yanhuan and his group had different purposes from those present. Although he also had some selfish motives, these motives were secondary. They were genuinely celebrating the birthday of Old Master Si Moyuan.

Suddenly, a subtle tremor ran through the ground. From beneath the Persian carpet, the sound of gears meshing echoed from deep within, and marble slabs inlaid with cloud patterns sank one after another like dominoes. Amid gasps from the guests, an ornate bronze platform slowly rose, glass lamps lighting up one after another along the dragon-carved pillars, and the Xuan paper on the sandalwood zither table moved without wind. This stage, appearing out of thin air like a mirage, revealed a clear outline under the spotlight, fusing the glitz and glamour of the world of fame and fortune with the mystery of classical aesthetics, creating a breathtaking spectacle amidst the sounds of machinery.

Just as everyone was still in shock, a brand new stage suddenly appeared before them without warning! This unexpected turn of events left everyone speechless and completely bewildered. What did this stage mean? As people looked at each other, filled with doubt, a figure caught their attention.

Si Jinglan, who hadn't been frequently seen in the crowd all day, suddenly appeared as if he were a different person, microphone in hand, hurrying onto the stage. His appearance was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples and instantly attracting everyone's attention.