Tong City, Southern International Commodity Co., Ltd., President's Office.

Yang Haonan took a pen and wrote on the invitation. This should have been written by Yang Haodong, but that guy forced the piston to Yang Haonan's side.

Fortunately, Yang Haonan was quite proficient in writing such things.

"This old man will not die. My 100th birthday is on September 13. The address is the Yang Family's courtyard. We are all old friends, so this kind of birthday naturally requires you to come over. In order to prevent you from being too worried and entangled when choosing a gift, this old man has already thought about it for you. When the time comes, you can gift me a catty of the thorn of the Spiked Monster. Anyway, this thing is not worth much! You are welcome!"

After writing in imitating the tone of his old man, Yang Haonan suddenly realized that this feeling was quite refreshing.

"Haha, my old man actually thought of such a brilliant method! It's fine if those old things scolded my father behind his back, but they still want to take advantage of the big birthday to see how weak my old man is? Humph, maybe when the time comes, they will deliberately say some disgusting words to anger my old father! Since they are so 'virtuous', how can it do without them paying a price? When they bullied my family by force in the past, they were not polite the slightest bit."

Thinking of this, the speed at which he took up his pen to write invitations was getting faster and faster.

Since the target was different, the rhetoric on each invitation could not be the same. Fortunately, this kind of thing was not difficult for Yang Haonan.

After all, Yang Song's speaking habits and ways on weekdays were still very clear to him.

"Yellow Dog Shit, seven days later, I will celebrate my 100th birthday. You must come by that time! We were brothers back then. When I used to give you gifts, I always thought a lot and understood this irritable mentality. So this time, I have thought about it for you carefully. Just prepare 10 grams of mulberry and willow wood essence is enough. This thing is also not that good and the price is not high. When giving someone a present, kindness is more important than any other considerations!"

After writing this invitation, Yang Haonan's mind could not help but think of a warrior with yellow hair. That guy looked very nasty and like a street punk. When the Yang Family was still weak back then, his attitude was very arrogant like a peacock.

He would come to his house from time to time and would also ask his father to write a new work, and then sold it to him at a low price.

Later, when the Yang Family rose, and martial artists appeared endlessly in the Yang Family, that guy was immediately stunned and then he began to kneel and lick like a licking dog.

When Yang Haoxi became involved in the Disaster Department, that guy was afraid that their old man would look for trouble with him, so he took the initiative to come to the door, claiming to be a pile of shit.

And… their old man was not welcomed either. Since then, whenever he saw that fellow, their old man would call him Yellow Dog Shit.

The third invitation…

The fourth invitation…

Soon, Yang Haonan wrote all these special invitations, and at the same time, he became delighted infinitely when he looked at them.

"Come here!"

After a shout to the outside, a beautiful secretary who wore a small black suit with white shoulders exposed and a slender waist walked in.

"Send these invitations as quickly as possible," Yang Haonan squinted his eyes and swept his eyes away from the secretary. Then he pointed to the invitations on the table and said lightly.

After the secretary walked out of the office with the invitations, Yang Haonan just picked up the pen and started to deal with other things in the company as usual.

…

Courtyard of the Yang Family, in the secret room.

Yang Song sighed. After cultivating for so long, not only was he not tired at all, but he was also refreshed and vigorous, which surprised him very much.

After standing up, he walked quickly to the door of the secret room.

But before opening the door, he paused briefly. He tidied up his clothes to make himself look more dignified, and then stretched out his hand and slowly opened the door of the secret room.

"What's with the noise? This old man is very fine!"

Sweeping a glance at the group of children and grandchildren gathered at the door, Yang Song yelled strenuously. "Also, stay away from this secret room in the future. Without my permission, don't come near here, let alone come in!"

As for this group of children and grandchildren, facing Yang Song's scolding, they were not displeased but were relieved one by one.

It was good as long as their old lord was fine.

"Father, you are getting older and it is not very convenient for you to move around. And since you don't allow us to hire you a nanny, we can only visit you every once in a while. This time, we could not find anyone, so we can only come here."

It was Yang Song's eldest daughter-in-law who was talking.

When speaking, her eyes swept over Yang Song and she was very curious. After the night passed, her old father-in-law's complexion seemed to have improved again.

Yang Song closed the door of the secret room and then he said, "This old man is almost 100 years old. Do you think I can still walk away and get lost? Well, next time, you can help me prepare a sign."

"A sign?" The eldest daughter-in-law stunned.

Yang Song explained, "Have you ever been to a hotel? Just a wooden sigh with three words engraved on it: Do not disturb. In this case, when I enter the secret room in the future, I will hand this sign on the handle outside. After you guys see it, you don't have to knock and shout again, it's too noisy."

"Yes, father," the eldest daughter-in-law nodded her head helplessly.

But as Yang Song walked out of the secret room, the atmosphere swiftly became a lot easier.

"Father, have you eaten yet?"

"We brought you food."

"Yeah, yeah, if it doesn't suit your appetite, you can tell us what you want to eat, and we will prepare it right away."

Several other children and grandchildren took turns to speak one after another.

On weekdays, when there was only Yang Song in the Yang Family compound, the feeling of loneliness was unavoidable. When a person was old, what he looked forward to most every day was to see his children and grandchildren around him.

Now, listening to these words and seeing their heartfelt concern, Yang Song was extremely pleased.

"If I want to eat, I will just go by myself. You guys still have to pay more attention to training in the future. Now, the number of martial artists is increasing day by day. If you don't work hard, you will be eliminated and left behind sooner or later."

"Practicing martial arts is the most important thing to make yourself stronger. As for this old man, I feel that my health has improved a lot recently, hence, you can come here less in the future. You don't need to spend time running to my side every day. If your power is strong, this old man will naturally be happy and my health will improve."

Yang Song talked earnestly to his descendants.

Now that he had already started to practice immortal cultivation, if he was being stared at every day, how could he cultivate? Therefore, the only method available to prevent them from coming here was to talk some sense to them seriously.

But when he finished saying this, this group of children and grandchildren looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Their old man was still their old man.

When he got old, he just liked to talk and nag too much.

"Father is very right."

"I will go back to practice hard later…"

"I understood, father."

"Don't worry grandpa, I will study hard."

"But we will still come. You are already very old, so we must take care of you."

The crowd gathered together and spoke one after another.

After half an hour, this group of young generations gradually dispersed.

But at the last moment, Yang Song called an elegant middle-aged woman who was dressed luxuriously and was about to turn around.

"Xueqing, wait a minute."

Gong Xueqing, the second daughter-in-law, that was, Yang Haonan's wife, lived with her husband in a different house. She was in charge of wealth and was also responsible for the daily operation of the company and making suggestions.

She was also a 2nd Tier Master martial artist. But most importantly, she had always been extremely filial.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Gong Xueqing asked.

Yang Song took out a note prepared in advance from his pocket and said, "I need some raw materials. You can buy them for me. Just buy them and send them to me."

On the note, part of the Washing Marrow Pill Secret Recipe was written. These things were not very rare, but they were too scattered. If he wanted to get it together by himself, he had to travel a lot.

But Yang Song did not include some materials that were too inconvenient to purchase.

"No problem, dad," Gong Xueqing took the note. After she took a look, she found dozens of materials on it, so she curiously asked, "Dad, these are for refining medicines, right? What are you buying these for?"

"Don't worry about it, just buy it according to the above," Yang Song waved his hand. He did not intend to reveal the real purpose for the time being.

"Okay, then I will buy it for you as soon as possible."

Gong Xueqing could not say anything anymore. Anyway, the materials recorded on this note were not very expensive, and it was also easy to find them.

The old man was her elder. Since she was a junior, why should she disobey him? Since the old man wanted it, she would just buy it for him!