When the guests heard the speech, they couldn''t help shifting their eyes again and looked behind them.


    But I saw hale and hearty old men in their teens and 60s. I didn''t know when they appeared at the end of the crowd.


    Seeing this, they unconsciously retreated to the left and right sides and made way for him to walk slowly forward and onto the stage.


    "Hello, can I borrow a microphone from you?"


    The old man smiled amiably and asked for instructions from the dull host brother.


    “……”


    The host paused and had to turn his attention to his boss, Xiang Huai.


    Seeing Xiang Huai nodded slightly, he swallowed his throat and handed the microphone to the old man with a dry smile, "you, please use ha..."


    "Thank you."


    The old man also gave him a polite nod.


    At that time, the audience only felt that although the old man who suddenly parachuted was dressed more simply, he seemed to have an innate affinity that was hard to refuse.


    Coupled with his elegant temperament and calm demeanor in the face of all the aristocrats and celebrities, it really makes people feel that he is not a simple person.


    Soon, the old man seemed to be ready and gave a very old bow to the guests.


    "Good evening, everyone. I''m Ouyang Yong, a scholar. It''s a great honor to accept Miss Xiang Xing''s invitation and come to Xiang Lao''s birthday party."


    "Ouyang Yong..."


    After hearing his self-report, everyone under the stage began to whisper suspiciously.


    Who is Ouyang Yong?


    It doesn''t seem like a socialite or a business person.


    But somehow, the name seems to have been heard somewhere


    The guests were still guessing for themselves.


    But the old man Xiang, who had stared at him for a long time since the old man appeared, couldn''t help trembling excitedly after hearing the name.


    It is subconsciously a chair handle, want to stand up and go forward.


    However, before he left the chair, a small white hand quickly covered the back of his old hand.


    The old man looked at him in amazement.


    But he saw his little granddaughter blinking soft eyes at him with a smile on her face and shaking her head gently.


    It seemed to signal him not to be impulsive.


    Seeing this, Xiang Yandun had to calm down temporarily and sit down again.


    As for the side guest room, someone suddenly screamed again.


    "Wait... Are you, Mr. Ouyang Yong, the curator of the imperial museum?"


    "Eh?... wait, my AI housekeeper also transmitted the search results to me... Surprised, it''s really him!"


    "So, it''s curator Ouyang who came to Mr. Xiang''s birthday banquet with the famous paintings of the ages tonight?... what strange development is this..."


    While listening to the chatter of the guests, curator Ouyang on the stage smiled gracefully.


    "Now that everyone has discovered it, I''ll introduce myself again... Yes, I''m Ouyang Yong, the curator of the imperial Museum."


    While talking, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the famous painting "Moonlight on the Spring River".


    The smile was even worse. "This pair of" Chunjiang flower moonlight night "was indeed brought specially under the premise of legality and compliance to celebrate Xiang Lao''s birthday."