Chapter 142 142 Transactions
If you just participated in the sprout training, you will have more advantages than those who have not participated, with a higher starting point and a greater chance of winning.
Because the new shoot training is carried out for the selection of Zhengfeng camp, just like the five-year simulation of the three-year college entrance examination.
The older generation like Mr. Sang and Mr. Mo all have a recommendation quota.
You can recommend one person directly to Xinya, without participating in the preliminary audition.
In the past, Mr. Sang's quota was invalid. No one in his family used it, and he would not give it to others.
In the old man's words, you can't even pass the audition, so you might as well go home and pick shit.
Today, for Yuzhi, the old man can be regarded as out of line.
So, Mr. Mo was quite surprised.
I have known Mr. Sang for decades, and Mr. Mo knows better than anyone what kind of stubborn donkey he is. Don't even think about going through the back door, or even climbing through the back window. broken columns.
If you want to say that you are doing this for a familiar daughter-in-law, or a blood-related grandson or great-grandson, Mr. Mo can understand.
It happened to be the most distant granddaughter-in-law, Mr. Mo really couldn't understand.
People like them have reached this age. If they really go on errands, they will make a mistake.
When you are getting old, you just earn face without fighting for a future.
Mr. Sang gave Mr. Mo a contemptuous glance: "I keep my promises, spit on a nail, give it to me, and go back on my word. Is it rare for me to do such a thing?"
Mr. Mo yelled strangely: "What are you bragging about? You didn't care about it in the past, but now it's not necessarily so, so you won't keep it for your grandson? You're under thirty, right? Try it and maybe you'll get something." .”
"Even if you can't enter Zhengfeng in the end, you can still gild the sprouts. After all, he is the grandson of Niu Sang Niu Moo. If you can't go out, everyone will murmur that you are a worthless mud leg."
Mr. Sang became unhappy all of a sudden, and slapped Mr. Mo's rosewood table, making Mr. Mo twitch with distress.
"What's wrong with the muddy legs? Are the muddy legs in your eyes? I have muddy legs. The eighteen generations of my ancestors have muddy legs. What's the matter? I have opinions. If there are opinions, let's practice."
Old Man Mo shook his hands and shouted wildly: "You reckless man, you reckless man, what are you yelling at me? It's not what I said. I'm giving you advice. I don't know good or bad old things."
Old man Sang snorted: "It's rare that you pretend to be kind, everyone in my old Sang's family is capable. My son, grandson and daughter-in-law are admitted to the Imperial University, and the grandson's self-taught auto repair college, all of them are high-achieving students. "
"It's not like you, an old man, relying on your old face to make some flashy fig leaf for the younger generation, who doesn't know if you look at it."
"My little great-grandson is still the first in the exam every time. My little great-granddaughter is born with supernatural powers and no one can beat her. Can those little **** of your Mo family compare?"
"You old bastard, you are like a mouse, you have a litter in your life, and you have a lot of them, and none of them become successful. You are a bunch of bastards, and you are still talking to me, and you despise me for being a muddy leg. What a face. "
Mr. Mo was so angry that his face turned red, and he was panting heavily: "Sang Niumo, what are you crazy about? It's also blown out. It's not up to you to decide whether it's good or bad. I'm a member of the old Mo family. , who is not bad, you know what a fart."
Grandpa Sang also poked his neck: "Don't be unreasonable, it's useless for you to be stubborn. It's not up to you to decide whether those **** in your family are good or bad. If you don't accept it, let your grandson practice with my two little great-grandchildren. Whoever is good, see the real chapter on the martial arts field."
Mr. Mo was so angry, he stood up and wanted to pinch Mr. Sang's neck: "You old bastard, who are you burying? The youngest of my grandson is twenty or thirty years old. How old is your little great-grandson? Practicing with your great-grandson, is your grandson so cowardly?"
Grandpa Sang sneered: "I don't want you to lose too badly. You can practice with my grandson if you want to. Just don't cry and call your mother when the time comes."
"All right, all right, you surnamed Sang, you have the guts, you won't be able to do it if you don't practice. On weekends, the martial arts arena, whoever doesn't go is a dog."
"Okay, whoever doesn't go is a dog."
Bao Can & Chai Lin...could they be more childish when they are over a hundred years old together?
Regardless of whether you are young or not, anyway, the two old men will not accept each other, so this matter is settled.
After the matter was settled, the tense atmosphere disappeared instantly.
Mr. Mo sat back as if nothing had happened, and drank tea leisurely, as if he wasn't the one who was blushing and thick-necked just now, wishing to eat Mr. Sang alive.
Drinking warm tea, he asked casually: "Give me the quota, but it means that you have joined the power struggle circle. Really think about it? There will be no clean life in the future."
Master Sang snorted: "If I don't pay, will I live a clean life?"
Master Mo shook his head: "It's difficult."
"That's it. That's enough. Stop talking nonsense. It's annoying to hear the babble. You've got the benefits. Remember to do things. Don't give me a bunch of **** excuses."
Master Mo is a little angry, old man, who is he worrying about, why is he so ignorant of good and bad.
"You really don't give the quota to your family? Why don't you go back and ask your grandson first, maybe he wants it."
Grandpa Sang rolled his eyes: "A big man, if he wants to earn money by himself, the people of my old Sang family are not cowards. They rely on their father and master, and their future is not promising."
Forget it, old things are never pleasant to speak.
"Okay, you are awesome, you are capable, just don't complain to me when the time comes. By the way, I still have an ugly **** in my hand. The one who clashed with your good great-grandson that day, when will you take it away?"
"Oh," the old man forgot about this person: "Did you find anything?"
Mr. Mo said angrily: "You didn't ask about the situation of your good great-grandson? Why should I ask you? Who are you?"
Mr. Sang disliked Mr. Mo who was bluffing: "Forget it, hurry up, don't talk nonsense, let you do something, why are you so talkative."
Mr. Mo wanted to go crazy again. Such an upright and shameless person was only surnamed Sang, and snorted angrily: "I really owe you, that woman is said to be your granddaughter-in-law's cousin, tsk, This **** has a dark heart, and she wants your granddaughter-in-law's life with all her heart."
"However, your grandson is able to win the beautiful girl, and she has to be credited. This time, he bribed the master chef who came to the house to sneak in. He tried his best to get in touch with that girl of the Meng family."
"Her goal should be that girl of the Meng family. It is purely a coincidence that she met your good great-grandson."
"However, this girl has a lot of eyes and a hard mouth. There are many things you can't ask. If you want to know, you can ask yourself. If you don't want to, I will let you go."
"I've been locked up for a few days, if I continue to lock it up, it will affect my reputation."
Mr. Sang is not uncommon to pay attention to Mr. Mo's pretentious virtue: "Since it has something to do with my granddaughter-in-law, I'll go back and ask my granddaughter-in-law before I talk about it. It's nothing, you take care of things, I'll go back first."
"The old man surnamed Meng said he came to apologize. It's been a few days and he still hasn't come. He's a bitch. He deliberately made me unhappy."
The old man walked away with his hands behind his back, muttering.
Mr. Mo cursed angrily: "Sang Niumo, you old man, I am your slave, do you want me to obey you? Why? I don't."
Chai Lin looked at Mr. Mo jumping expressionlessly, why bother, waste energy, you have to listen anyway, why not do it calmly, and save so much energy wasted.
At the affiliated elementary school, Lan Tianqin waited for the brothers and sisters to go to school, and happily greeted them.
"Small berries, leaves."
Sang Ye hugged Lan Tianqin's neck familiarly: "Lao Lan, sister Ye Zi owes you a favor. My mother said that Gaiming invited your whole family to visit. Thank you and Grandpa Lan for your help."
"However, my house has been in the limelight recently, so let's talk about it after the wind has passed. Wait a minute, we will make some delicious food for Grandpa Lan."
Lan Tianqin saw that Mulberry Ye was smiling and her eyes were shining, she knew that the crisis at home was over, and she was happy for them from the bottom of her heart.
"No need to thank you, we didn't do anything, but the food made by Aunt Yu is delicious, and my grandpa and I like it, so I will thank Aunt Yu first."
Fortunately, Yuzhi didn't hear, otherwise she would be really embarrassed to accept this thank you.
Just moving your mouth to cook is really embarrassing.
"You're welcome, do you bring any food, you don't know, my grandpa and my great-grandpa can eat so much, the boss made a big pot, there is nothing left, and I am not full."
Mulberry let out a snort: "Your bottomless pit, do you know what is full?"
Sang Ye bared her small white teeth: "If you want to care, don't eat if you have the ability."
Seeing Lan Tianqin took out the lunch box from his bag, Sang Ye quickly grabbed it and didn't plan to give it to her brother.
Mulberry glanced at her faintly, and with a flick of her fair and slender fingers, the lunch box changed hands.
Sang Ye yelled angrily: "The dog surnamed Sang, take your life." With a small body like a monkey, he rushed towards Sang Shuan.
Mulberry was full of disdain, easily avoided it, and opened the lunch box to eat meat-filled rice **** leisurely.
Sang Ye is so angry, jumping and jumping constantly.
Brothers and sisters come and go, and run away quickly.
Lan Tianqin held another lunch box, sighed helplessly, and chased after him with a smile on his lips.
In the dark, Lu Hongxia pursed her lips, her eyes were deep and her brows were full of tangles.
Sun Liang appeared like a ghost, and said with a low smile, "Regret? Knowing that these two mud-legged people belong to the Sang family, so you want to change masters?"
"It's a pity, Wan Qianqian will not give you a chance to regret it, and I have no room for you to regret it here."
Lu Hongxia's heart beat wildly twice, she took a step aside calmly, and said coldly, "You think too much."
She really regretted it, regretted being with the devil, and regretted taking the task of punishing the Sang family brothers and sisters.
Ever since she knew that the Sang brothers and sisters were the grandchildren of the father and son, she regretted it.
If she hadn't participated in Wan Qianqian's affairs, if she had shown kindness to the siblings earlier, wouldn't she have to endure Wan Qianqian's torture and be driven by the demon in front of her? Can board the ship of the Sang family, and it will be smooth sailing from now on?
At the beginning, she was also in a daze. After being slapped by Wan Qianqian again for no reason, she took the initiative to find Sun Liang and agreed to cooperate.
(end of this chapter)