The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

"Xu Ping, here, here!"

An Ke sat in the car and waved to Xu Ping. She was dressed casually today, and she looked full of youthful vigor.

Wearing a short denim jacket on the upper body and a pair of gray sweatpants on the lower body, it is more like a spring dress than winter.

Xu Ping wasn't worried about her catching a cold. After all, he was a martial artist, so the temperature was tolerable.

After he got in the car, the driver started the car and drove all the way to the highway to Jiangnan.

"Anke, do you have any plans for this competition?"

An Ke shook his head and said, "No, I just want to get to know those young warriors, and then see what my shortcomings are."

"That's fine." Xu Ping smiled, "There is no pressure, and sometimes you will get good grades instead."

An Ke flinched and said, "Stop talking, I'm afraid when I hear the word grades."

"what happened?"

An Ke said dejectedly: "This martial arts conference is for rankings. Although the top few will be rewarded, if it is the last few, it will be really embarrassing."

"I feel that compared with those children from Jiangnan, I must be the last one."

An Ke pursed his lips, pushed himself into Xu Ping's arms half-truthfully, and cried, "Woooooh, Xu Ping, what should I do?"

Xu Ping couldn't help laughing, so he could only comfort him: "It's okay, if the grades are really bad, we'll go back home, out of sight and out of mind."

The two chatted along the way, Donghai is not very far from Jiangnan, and in the evening, the car drove into Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Suhang City is one of the most developed cities along the eastern coast of China, second only to Zhonghai City, and it is worlds apart from East China Sea.

The high-rise buildings are straight into the sky, and the viaducts are winding and overlapping. Just by looking at the traffic flow on the road, the development of Suzhou and Hangzhou can be seen.

As the car passed by the CBD of Suzhou and Hangzhou, Xu Ping looked at the signboards of various well-known companies on the skyscrapers on both sides, feeling a little fascinated in his heart.

When will my own Pingjin Company grow into such a large enterprise that is well-known throughout the country and even the world?

"Well... Uncle Wang, go to Dongzhu Hotel." An Ke looked at the invitation and said to the driver.

The Jiangnan Youth Martial Arts Conference was co-organized by various families, and the ostentation was naturally exaggerated. Rooms on the fifth floor were reserved in the best Dongzhu Hotel in Suzhou and Hangzhou for the contestants to stay in.

The car drove into Dongzhu Hotel, the driver stopped the car, Xu Ping and An Ke got out of the car and walked towards Dongzhu Hotel.

The magnificent lobby may be due to the hundreds of years of accumulation in the south of the Yangtze River. Compared with the hotels in the East China Sea, it is a bit more refined and elegant.

On the side of the lobby facing the door, there is a sofa seating area. At this time, many people are already sitting, most of them are in their twenties, and they are gathering together to chat about something.

Walking to the front desk, An Ke handed over the invitation and said, "I'm here to participate in the Martial Arts Conference. The organizer said they will prepare a room for us."

The lady at the front desk took the invitation card and said with a standard smile: "Okay, please let me check the invitation card and wait a moment."

An Ke nodded, not paying attention.

The receptionist entered the number on the invitation into the computer, and after a while, she suddenly frowned and said, "Ma'am, your invitation seems to be fake."

"Fake, how is it possible?"

An Ke was stunned. This invitation was personally handed over to his grandfather at the Jiangnan family tea party. How could it be fake?

Xu Ping was standing idly by the side, but when he heard the words from the front desk, his eyes narrowed.

Invitation is fake?