The old man felt that it would be difficult for him to stay at the border and wait for his son and grandson to give him a talented descendant.

Therefore, despite the obstacles of his children and grandchildren, he accepted the invitation from Lao Bu, a grandson star, and ran all the way here to work.

He had only one purpose, to find a good seedling and pass on the Zhao family's mantle.

Of course, it would be even better if this successor of the robe and mantle could help revitalize the Zhao family and defeat the Zhang family.

Those who can come to Lao Bu to work have more or less a little bit of love for casting.

Although most of them are just a little bit, it is enough to make the old man happy compared to the descendants of the old man who only likes to drive mechas and does not like to cast mechas.

But as the eldest grandson said, the Zhao family is no longer the Zhao family of the past, and he is just an old man without any qualifications. It is really not easy to find a good seedling.

But now that things have come to this point, let’s take one step at a time!

The old man sighed, slowly walked towards the factory gate on the tip of the tail of the team.

Zhao Fan was carrying the bulging bag and followed closely.

Factory cannot be easily accessible, at least, outsiders cannot.

The workers in front of them clicked on the consecrated brain and walked into the factory with a proud look on their faces, leaving Tang Fan and others in a messy manner.

Just when everyone was confused, the prompt sound of the starship leaving the port suddenly came.

As slow as Brad, he felt something was wrong at this moment.

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you, and I feel like I’m deceived.

Unlike Tang Fan, Brad is a very familiar person.

Seeing that everyone was in similar circumstances, they immediately felt the illusion of empathy.

He smiled at the old man and asked naturally: "Old man, you owe that old man money too."

As soon as Brad spoke, Tang Fan wanted to cover his face.

Is it too late to say that I am not familiar with this fool? Will anyone believe it?

The old man was stunned by the question, came to his senses, and couldn't help but smile and asked back, "Why did you ask this, do you owe Lao Bu money?"

Before Tang Fan could stop him, Brad had already shaken off all the causes and results, clean and not left at all.

Tang Fan had a deep despair.

Dear, you can’t even know each other, just tell others the details, is it okay?

Zhao Fan thought so too, and looked at Tang Fan with a little sympathy in his expression, and he classified Brad as a fool.

But the old man has experienced too much in his life, and deep down he likes simple and unpretentious things. Brad does not deceive or hide it, but he has gained his eyes.

"Boy, do you want to be a founder?"

In Zhao Fan's view, the old man's sincere invitation was a mess of seeking medical treatment by an emergency.

The child, who was about the same age as him, was tall and burly, and had strong limbs. At first glance, he had practiced foreign kung fu, so he must have followed the path of a warrior.

The possibility of a warrior becoming a caster is not high. The old man himself is a wrong example and is still preparing to continue to mislead his children.

Zhao Fan's temple was thudding, and the words of complaints were piled up next to his mouth. If there weren't outsiders, he would have been spitting out all of them long ago.

Fortunately, Brad has nothing, but he is very self-aware.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Brad refused without hesitation, "Thank you, old man, for looking down on me!

Although I like mechas very much and want to build a mecha that belongs to me by myself, I am not that piece of material!

My family runs a repair shop myself, and I and Afan are both in the store.

Afan can even put the mecha that my father removed and put it back at a glance.

It was my turn. Every time I finished installing, there were a few more parts on the ground.

My dad and Afan never talked about it, but I know that I am not good at casting."

The old man looked at Brad deeply and suddenly understood a truth: giving up is not a bad thing sometimes.

Unfortunately, he understood a little late.

The old man patted Brad on the shoulder, "You kid are careless, you live more clearly than many smart people."

Brad, who has never been praised since childhood, was actually a little embarrassed by Mr. Zhao's words of unclear praise and criticism. He laughed like a fool with two hundred pounds.

Maybe this is ordinary happiness?

As a smart person, Tang Fan doesn't quite understand.

However, he could see at a glance that the middle-aged man who was jogging all the way at the entrance of the factory should be the old Bu in the mouth of his father and William.

He is obviously a boss, but he is wearing protective clothing that cannot distinguish the color because he has been cleaned too many times.

From this point of view, the boss Lao Bu was really a failure.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Lao Bu is a natural miser or has excellent acting skills.

As a worker who pays off debts, Tang Fan felt that he had no say, so he secretly pulled Brad, who was still smirking, and silently took a step back half a step.

He talked to Brad, and he didn't miss all this.

While mending the clothes, the old man muttered in a low voice, "Little slippery!"

Tang Fan lowered his eyebrows and stared at him, pretending to hear nothing.

But Brad didn't want to let him go, so he secretly touched his arm and repeated in a low voice: "Little slippery head!"

Tang Fan couldn't help rolling his eyes at him.

After a while, the middle-aged man Lao Bu stood in front of a group of people panting.

His chubby face had a little smile, but it was a little superficial and not very pleasing.

While holding the old man's hand in a familiar way, Lao Bu explained: "Sorry, something happened in the workshop just now. When I was busy, I forgot about the time and let you wait for a long time."

As for what happened in the workshop and what happened, it was really God and Earth, Lao Bu who knew it himself.

Although I know it's the same thing, no one will expose it.

"Understand understand!" What the old man said was quite interesting.

As for what to understand, it really matters.

At least, Tang Fan and Brad's understanding is really different.

The starship had already left the port, and there was no last retreat. Even if Tang Fan kept muttering in his heart, he could only hold Brad and listen to Lao Bu and the old man playing the game.

The old man was quite authentic. When he was dealing with Lao Bu, he did not forget Tang Fan and Brad.

While bargaining with Lao Bu, he did not forget to bring them with him.

Finally, Tang Fan and Brad, who worked to pay off their debts, were arranged to work in the "expert building" where the old man lived, and followed the old man to work with the same contract.
Chapter completed!