Power of Money novel Chapter 698

Capital City.

In the Polygon Pavilion.

It was built on red bricks and green tiles in the suburbs of Yanjing. It was an antique private estate.

The buildings were completely imitating the architectural style of the Redbud City, one after the other, but also a few restored buildings.

The mountains were surrounded by water, and the fengshui was excellent. It gave off an air of majesty.

Similarly, this was the Kong Family's ancestral home.

Only a few core figures of the Kong Family could come in and out.

The other strangers were not allowed to get close to them and were heavily guarded.

At this point, there were only less than six days left before Rhett Ko Xin's 85th birthday.

Inside and outside the Polygon Pavilion, on top of the treetops, under the eaves, in the corridors... red lanterns and sticker paper

were hung everywhere. Without exception, there was a big character "Life" written on it.

This was the place where Rhett Ko's birthday was held. At that time, all the people in Hua Xia would come here to celebrate.

Although many people might not be able to walk through the entrance and personally congratulate Master Ko the Third, and they might not even be able to enter the main entrance, they had to do the necessary formalities. Just the chairs that were prepared for the guests outside the door, the Kong Family had arranged for less than a hundred of them. It was just enough to accommodate most of the people on the Forbes' List of China. They were only able to take seats, but they did not even have the qualifications to enter the main entrance.

In the Polygon Pavilion.

Rhett Ko had just gotten up from bed and was sipping porridge on the table of the eight immortals in the lobby, while Samar and Kong Yu were sitting beside him. Although the two of them were powerful figures, they were as obedient as primary school students in front of Rhett Ko. When Rhett Ko lowered his head and drank the porridge, they quickly grabbed a spoon and took a sip. Once Rhett Ko raised his head, he would immediately put the spoon down and sit properly, not even daring to breathe loudly.

They had lived this kind of life for more than half of their lives. So far, they did not dare to neglect it at all and still stayed the same as before.

"The porridge is getting a little too sparse..."

Rhett Ko took a sip, put down the porcelain spoon, and wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief.

"It's getting thinner?"

Samar and Kong Buyu looked at each other, and then Samar immediately stood up and whispered to the servant beside him, "What's going on? Hurry up and give Master San a new bowl of kasaya. If you're late, don't worry about your life!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go now."

The servant didn't dare to refute or defend himself. He immediately bowed and reached out for the bowl in front of Rhett Ko.

"No, just make do with it. You can come down and have a drink."

Rhett Ko waved his hand, and his wrinkled face didn't seem to want to drink any more.

"Why are you still standing! Get out of my way!"

Samar raised his leg and kicked the servant on the back of the servant's waist. The sixty- something- year- old man was immediately kicked to the ground. Then, Samar strode over to Rhett Ko and said respectfully, "Let me go. These servants are getting more and more insensible. Leave the matter of serving porridge to me in the future. I promise I'll make it more thick for you so that you can eat enough."

As he spoke, Samar reached out his hand to grab the porcelain bowl from the table.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

Peng!

Suddenly, the expressionless Rhett Ko raised his hand and directly grabbed the bowls and chopsticks on the table. Less than ten chinawares, less than ten in the world, fell to the ground and became powder.

"This..."