The Hidden Dragon In-Law

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James Ye and Mary Xiao, along with Linda Dong, took their seats. Paul Wang followed and sat next to Linda.

As soon as he sat down, he smiled and asked Linda, "Linda, I heard you're working at Dihao Group now?"

Linda nodded, "I just started."

Paul laughed, "What a coincidence! My dad is a deputy general manager at Dihao Group. I'll ask him to look after you."

Several people at the table exclaimed, "Paul, your dad is a deputy general manager at Dihao Group?"

"Yes," Paul nodded, "He got promoted last year."

Someone quickly complimented, "A deputy general manager must earn millions a year, right? No wonder your family is so wealthy!"

Paul smiled, "A few million is just his salary. My dad has a lot of power and other sources of income. Dihao Group is currently working on a hotel project. He'll make at least ten to twenty million from it."

A male classmate sitting across from him eagerly asked, "Paul, I also want to join Dihao Group. I've submitted my resume several times but haven't heard back. Could you ask your dad to recommend me internally?"

Paul nodded and said readily, "Sure, send me your resume on WeChat, and I'll mention it to him."

James frowned. He didn't know that Paul's dad was a high-ranking executive at Dihao Group.

This was interesting. He decided to send a text to Margaret Wang later, asking her to fire Paul's dad.

So he deliberately asked, "Paul, if your dad is so capable at Dihao Group, why didn't he get you in?"

Paul sneered, "What do you know? There's no point in me joining Dihao Group. Our father-son relationship can't be hidden, and I'd be watched all the time."

He added proudly, "So I didn't even consider Dihao Group. I started a construction materials company. I'll collaborate with Dihao Group through my dad and get their supply orders."

"Wow!" someone exclaimed, "You'll make a fortune!"

Paul chuckled, "Not bad. I should make at least ten million a year."

Then he looked at James and asked, "James, what do you do for work now? Are you still doing house chores after becoming a live-in son-in-law?"

Everyone at the table laughed.

James replied calmly, "Besides doing laundry and cooking, I also drive my wife to work, give her massages, and enjoy life."

Paul was furious. This bastard looked so self-assured, his skin was really thick!

Suppressing his anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "James, I didn't expect you to be so shameless about being a gigolo!"

"Why not?" James shamelessly replied, "I didn't steal or rob. I live off my skills. Why shouldn't I be at ease?"

The classmates were stunned.

They had seen shameless people before, but never someone this shameless!

The key was, they were all secretly envious!

After all, Mary Xiao was incredibly beautiful. Being able to live off such a goddess was something many dreamed of!

Envy, jealousy, and hate!

If they had the chance to serve someone like Mary Xiao, who cared about being a live-in son-in-law? That would still be winning at life!

Paul was almost choked with anger.

At this moment, Michael Wang's wife, Susan Liu, suddenly took the stage.

With a smile, she thanked everyone for coming and said, "Thank you all for the many gifts. Michael and I are very touched. To show our gratitude, we'll announce the details of the gifts. Thank you again!"

Since it was an opening ceremony, announcing the gifts was a necessary part.

Michael didn't want to do this, but he didn't have much say and had to let Susan have her way.

Many classmates weren't surprised, as people have a tendency to compare and show off. They could see what everyone gave and judge how well their old classmates were doing in society.

Susan started calling out names.

"Thank you, Jack Zhang, for the 1,000 yuan red envelope!"

"Thank you, Donna Wang, for the pair of gold ingots!"

"Thank you, Carol Xu, for the jade Brave Troops!"

"Thank you, Paul Wang, for the 10,000 yuan red envelope!"@@novelbin@@

The previous gifts, whether red envelopes or items, were worth around 1,000 yuan each. Suddenly, Paul gave a 10,000 yuan red envelope, shocking everyone.

It was just an opening ceremony, and he casually gave a 10,000 yuan red envelope. That was too generous!

Many people looked at Paul in amazement, praising his generosity.

Paul was also very proud, feeling that he had easily outshone his classmates.

Then Susan said, "Thank you, James Ye and Mary Xiao, for the old painting!"

Everyone burst into laughter!

An old painting? Is it even worth 100 yuan?

These two are too stingy! Michael Wang's restaurant opening, with such a lavish banquet, costs hundreds per person. They come to eat and only give an old painting? Aren't they afraid of being laughed at?

Paul sneered, "James, you can afford a BMW 520 and modifications, but for an old classmate's restaurant opening, you only give a piece of junk?"

James smiled faintly, "You don't know its origin, so why call it junk?"

Paul mocked, "Don't think I don't know your trick. You bought a fake antique to pretend it's valuable, so people can't tell its worth!"

He pressed on, "Be honest, how much did you pay for that old painting? A hundred or eighty?"

James smiled, "That painting is worth more than everything everyone here has given combined!"

"Hahaha!" Paul laughed, "You're really good at bragging! I gave 10,000 yuan, and there are over twenty classmates here. Even if each gave 1,000, that's over 20,000. Are you saying your painting is worth more than 30,000?"

James smiled, "You underestimated."

"Haha!"

The whole class laughed.

They all thought James was too fond of showing off!

Giving a random item and claiming it's worth tens of thousands? Who are you fooling?

Susan on stage also looked down on him and asked curiously, "James, whose painting did you give? Is it worth tens of thousands?"

James replied calmly, "A painter from the Qing Dynasty, not very famous."

Susan laughed, "What a coincidence! My dad is an antique appraiser, very authoritative. His name is Jeffrey Liu. Anyone familiar with antiques should know him, right?"

Linda exclaimed, "Jeffrey Liu? The antique expert Jeffrey Liu? I remember him from TV! He's your dad?"

Susan smiled, "Yes, he's my dad. He's upstairs now. Should I ask him to come down and appraise James' painting?"

Paul stood up and said loudly, "Then please ask Mr. Liu to come down and appraise it. If James' painting is worth more than all the gifts today, I'll eat this table!"