###Chapter42,Drunken
When Yan Shaochen saw the sudden arrival of the old master and his aunt, he was stunned for a moment and then returned to normal. He lowered his head and continued to review the documents.
"Why are you here?"
"Shaoming, aren't you going to make room for your grandfather?"
Yan Hexiang was a bit strange. She could not wait to say that Yan Shaochen was an unfilial son, and it was better to make the old master hate him.
Yan Shaochen seemed to have not heard it and continued to work.
"Well, that's the position of president. I've retired, so it's not my turn to sit down."
The old man waved his hand, indicating that everyone was fine. The joke he made with his grandson sounded like self-mockery to everyone.
"Your aunt said that the rich man was fired, so she asked me
