As Old Sir Wu finished speaking, the gift recipient immediately opened the red envelope gifted by Wu Changyong, and took out the check.
After taking a glance, the gift recipient revealed a smile, saying loudly, "Wu Changyong, six hundred and sixty-six thousand, signifying all things falling into place."
"Six hundred and sixty-six thousand? That much?"
"Pretty impressive."
"Ah, being rich is just different."
The guests, many were astonished.
Wu Changyong stood up, his face full of smiles, looking radiant.
"Changyong, your father wishes you a smooth journey in life and a long life of a hundred years."
Old Sir Wu said, smiling.
"Thank you, father."
Wu Changyong bowed.
"My turn now."
Another man walked out. This was Wu Changyou, the second eldest son. He wore a crew cut, had a big beard, and was very tall.
He walked up and almost immediately knelt in front of Old Sir Wu. After bowing his head three times, he started to present his birthday gift.
