The decoration of the hotel hall is resplendent. It seems that the manager gave the most luxurious banquet hall to Xiao Hongwei. Of course, this luxury also has a sense of age. Even the door handle of the toilet is dyed with a layer of golden yellow, with a strong smell of nouveau riche.

"Rural non mainstream, began to appear on the stage."

The emcee in a suit sighed. He knew that in the next five years, all kinds of forced characters appeared in the public view like a passing cloud, deeply affecting this generation of young people.

"It'll be you soon."

The hotel attendant came to remind me.

The young master of ceremonies made an "OK" gesture. In fact, he had been listening to the movement in front.

The hall is very lively. Dozens of tables are full. There are children in the aisle, playing with balloons in their hands.

Although Xiao Hongwei only plans to set up a few tables for relatives and friends, his identity is here. Even if many people don't receive an invitation, they can find a reason to plug some money.

"You'll go up and say something later. Remember?"

LV Yuqing reminded her husband that there was a stage in the banquet hall. It looked quite big, full of balloons and colored lights.

Xiao Hongwei nodded. He also thought of a question: "when will I go up? Before we move our chopsticks, we'll still eat."