Su Mu was not too familiar with the three old men in front of him.
Grandpa Su Yunkai, the spiritual leader and leader of the trio.
Mr. Jiang, Jiang Baoguo, is responsible for all specific affairs.
As for Mr. Hu, Hu Qiyong, you can smell the iron-blooded aura on his body with your eyes closed.
Mr. Hu's eyes were calm and intimidating, and fell on Su Mu:
"You little brat, are you so arrogant now? When you came back, you dared not come to see us three old immortals. Why? Do you still want me to pay you a visit with this old bone?"
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Mr. Hu has a high and powerful position. Not to mention stamping his feet, just a look in his eyes will make many top military leaders turn into quails in front of him. He is the most unkind.
But among the three old men, the one Su Mu was least afraid of was Mr. Hu.
He ignored the other party's sharp eyes at all, approached him with a playful smile, and said with a coward:
"Old man, look, what delicious food have I brought you?"
As if by magic, I got a big bag of fragrant fried soybeans in my hand.
This thing is Mr. Hu's favorite.
He especially liked to drink with this thing, and then fart loudly in front of Su Mu, without allowing Su Mu to cover his nose.
Just because he liked to fart loud and smelly when he had nothing to do, Su Yunkai and Jiang Baoguo became so disgusted with this crap that he liked that they even stopped eating the soybean stewed pig's trotters they had eaten for decades.
Sure enough, when he saw this bag of fried soybeans, Mr. Hu suddenly beamed:
"You still love me. These two old guys insisted on cutting me off. They made me unhappy for most of the year."
Mr. Jiang was so angry that his beard trembled:
"Little bastard, what's wrong with you? Do you insist on giving me this? Old man, if you dare to eat in my house, I will dare to go to your living room and poop."
Su Yunkai snorted and covered his nose with his hand.
Su Mu couldn't laugh or cry:
"I say, you three, now that you have this status, you should be more or less careful when you speak."
Mr. Jiang glared:
"What are you paying attention to? Can't I have some time to myself? You little brat still knows how to be lazy. You just go to Dongyang to pick up girls and see what you can do."
Su Mu suddenly felt aggrieved:
"Grandpa Hu, you personally signed my retirement. I didn't ask for it. I still want to continue to shine for the country, but it's a pity that you don't want to."
When Mr. Hu had fried soybeans, he suddenly felt very good, with a doting expression on his face:
"You have to ask your grandfather for this. He is my leader and I have to listen to him."
Su Mu shrank his neck and said to himself, "Who am I looking for? I don't dare to look for him."
Do you really think that Grandpa does n’t scold the grandson?
Su Yun started to take a sip from the huge enamel teapot at hand, and then asked calmly:
"How was yesterday?"
Su Mu felt a little guilty and said with a smile:
"It's not bad. It's all because of your good education, grandpa, that I got through with luck."
Su Yunkai almost laughed out of breath:
"When did I teach you to step on several boats?"
But Mr. Jiang laughed and grabbed Su Yunkai, who was about to jump up and hit someone:
"Lao Su, what are you so excited about? If that treacherous son of mine had one-tenth of Su Mu's ability to pick up girls, I would be able to wake up laughing even when I'm asleep, so go ahead and be proud of yourself."
Su Yunkai glanced at Jiang Baoguo and said angrily:
"Don't think that I don't know what your old boy is planning. That girl of yours, Chu Xia, is quite nice except for her unruly temper. I will just act as a matchmaker for once. Lao Hu, Jianjun is not a young girl, right?"
Mr. Hu and Mr. Jiang jumped up at the same time:
"You old thing."
You know clearly what Lao Jiang's plan is, but you insist on marrying him. Who are you giving eye drops to?
Seeing three old men who were usually friendly and amiable on TV, looking down on the world, and showing the unique charm of leaders of great powers in every word and deed, laughing and scolding together like little children, Su Mu suddenly felt moved.
He believed that even Jiang Wangshu and Hu Jianjun could not see this scene.
In front of them, the old man must maintain sufficient dignity.
This is also the reason why Jiang Wangshu was not allowed to come in just now.
Lao Jiang and Lao Hu are not only their grandsons, but also the heirs of the family.
But he is just their grandson.
It can be beaten or scolded. If you are happy, you will praise it. If you are unhappy, you will pick it up and scold it.
Why does this grandson still think he has some taste for it?
I'm damn destined to be a grandson.
The old man fussed for a while and finally got to the point.
Mr. Hu was the first to jump out:
"Boy, do you have anything to say about the battle on the 18th? We want to hear your opinion."
The atmosphere in the study suddenly became chilly.
The gazes of the three old men seemed to carry endless pressure, making Su Mu feel like Sun Wukong facing the Buddha.
Su Mu swallowed his saliva and pretended to be relaxed and said:
"Must win."
Su Yunkai looked at Su Mu and shook his head gently:
"With your words, I feel relieved a lot, but you have to know that at the sect level, we three old bones can't do anything. Everything can only be done by yourself. In a word
, how you and Jianjun went there, you have to get me back, do you understand?"
The protective gesture made Su Mu's nose sore for a moment.
To be honest, before the age of fifteen, he felt more from his master and master than from family affection.
Those two things are really giving you carrots, but they are really giving you a big stick.
Can you imagine a seven or eight-year-old child standing under a waterfall of more than 100 meters with a ten-ton bluestone on his head for twenty-four hours without moving?
If the forest in Canglongjia wasn't big enough for him to vent his anger, he might really go crazy.
Coming to the imperial capital at the age of fifteen, Su Mu slowly realized what family affection and brotherhood are.
He is different from other young masters of ancient martial arts sects. The master only taught him heaven-defying martial arts and profound knowledge, but did not teach him ancient martial arts or worldly ways of life at all.
What he is today is actually entirely due to his grandfather Su Yunkai.
Of course, Mr. Hu and Mr. Jiang also contributed a lot.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to us. I have tried Jianjun's strength, and saving my life is not a problem. Grandpa Hu, I promise you, how brother Jianjun went, he will come back."
Mr. Hu nodded and said seriously:
"A good man kills enemies for his country, even if he dies on the battlefield, it is a supreme honor."
But then the conversation changed:
"Of course, it would be better to survive. My old Hu family is passed down to three generations alone. This is not an old idea of mine, it is my unfulfilled ideal. I must have an heir."
Mr. Jiang smiled and cursed angrily:
"Old guy, you just want to counterattack, so what if you can kill a few small islands?"
Mr. Hu was furious:
"I'm spitting on you, old man. I'm never wary. My grandson is here to protect our family and country. What are you thinking?"
Su Mu suddenly felt a big headache:
"I said you three are still done? Are you here just to listen to your nonsense?"
Mr. Hu stopped talking and looked at him and said:
"Okay, kid, I'll give you an important task now. You should try every means to get some key resources for the Xingtian project from your own grandfather's hands. It won't be much. Just train a thousand more people."
Su Mu was stunned.
After a long while, he stammered:
"Emotion, have you three been acting with me just now?"
this!
That's the real purpose of the three old guys, right?
Lao Hu is the result of the Xingtian Project. The nine people in the Nilong Organization are not enough for you, the Three Old Maniacs?