Zhao Tianyou witnessed this magical scene and felt that his uncle's stories were too many.
After the woman left, Uncle Zhao looked lazy again. The awe he had cultivated in Zhao Tianyou's heart disappeared completely. He approached the third uncle and said, "Uncle, this goddess said she is the third aunt. I have never heard of it."
There is such a thing."
"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"Oh, what's going on? Tell me. I'll clean my ears and listen."
"Boy, you're still young, you don't understand emotional matters." Uncle Zhao's face was filled with vicissitudes of life, which was particularly interesting.
Pretending, I hate pretentious guys the most.
While Zhao Tianyou was still thinking wildly, Uncle Zhao crossed his legs and said, "Boy, go to the back garden to pick some vegetables and cook some stir-fries. I want to treat you."
"Who please?"
"You, Teacher Qin."
Zhao Tianyou was angry. You were flirting with the goddess aunt just now, and now you want to hook up with Teacher Qin. You are so erratic.
Uncle Zhao patted his nephew on the head and said, "Don't think too much, Teacher Qin and I are innocent."
Innocent, you big-hearted wolf with a tail, you still say you are innocent in front of me, bah!
Zhao Tianyou made a few dishes with resentment, and then put them on the table. Seeing the old man's proud look, Zhao Tianyou regretted not spitting in his favorite stir-fried beef liver just now.
Uncle Zhao's legs were swinging gracefully, and he asked slowly: "Boy, you have learned a lot from this trip to the Lan family."
Zhao Tianyou thought that the ancestor of the Lan family could not transmit messages thousands of miles away. He asked strangely: "How do you know?"
"You now have inner divine light and long Qi pulses, which is the manifestation of Prajna Qigong entering the first level of condensation. What other benefits have the ancestors of the Lan family given you?"
"Third uncle, he also taught me a set of palm skills."
"Haotian Palm?" Uncle Zhao couldn't help but be moved: "That old guy didn't even pass on the Blue Dragon, boy, you have quite a lot of face."
The martial arts that have been passed down in China for thousands of years are passed down from male to female. It makes no sense for an outsider like me to be so favored by Lan Haotian.
Zhao Tianyou never thought too much about things that he couldn't figure out. He sat down and took a sip of tea. At this time, Qin Mengyao arrived.
Today, Teacher Qin wore a white knee-length down jacket and a red silk scarf. The simple color, but it outlines a unique style, which makes people's hearts move.
After exchanging pleasantries, the three of them began to eat.
During the dinner, Qin Mengyao talked about one thing: "I heard that Wang Dongsheng has recovered from his illness and is going back to school."
Uncle Zhao said nothing and ate quietly.
Zhao Tianyou thought to himself that the pervert's balls were healed, but he wanted to jump out and cause harm to the world again, but if it didn't work, I had to take him in.
"What about Wu Qianqian?"
"Wu Qianqian is naturally the director of the Moral Education Department." Qin Mengyao's tone was full of disappointment.
Zhao Tianyou said calmly: "Teacher Qin, today is the Lantern Festival. We are happy. Come and let me pay homage to you and your third uncle."
Qin Mengyao could not help but blush when she heard the meaning behind her words.
Uncle Zhao's face remains the same. He seems to have experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, and his skin has become thick and moss-grown.
Qin Mengyao lowered her head and drank a glass of wine shyly. The blush on her face was even brighter and more intoxicating than the red wine in the glass.
After dinner, Uncle Zhao naturally took Qin Mengyao out for shopping.
Zhao Tianyou called Shuisheng as usual, handed him the glorious task of washing, and then ran to the slaughterhouse quickly.
As usual, the slaughterhouse started working on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. On the Lantern Festival, Zhao Tianyou specially gave his employees a half-day off. All the local employees went home. Hai Quan and Shitou had no place to go when they returned from the Spring Festival.
The man wandered around like a wandering god.
The two brothers were very happy to see Zhao Tianyou.
Women like to chat when they are together, and men like to drink.
Zhao Tianyou took the two brothers to Xiangmanyuan Restaurant, ordered a table full of dishes, and called Ren Biao and Gan Tingting over.
Boss Zhao's business is booming, and his employees are also enjoying the benefits.
Hai Quan's monthly salary reaches 7,000, plus the year-end dividend of nearly 10,000, Shitou also has a monthly income of 8,000, which was something that would have been unimaginable in the past.
The two of them toasted Zhao Tianyou's wine with all their might, and Zhao Tianyou drank half a catty before stealing a bite of food.
As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Ren Biao started to toast. Zhao Tianyou said: "Ren Biao, you have to let me take a breath."
Ren Biao smiled and said: "I will toast this glass of wine no matter what. If it weren't for the boss, my brothers and I would still be wandering around in society. Now my younger brothers are doing handymen and have some income. I help
The monthly transportation fee is four to five thousand. Boss, even if I scoop out the water from the Yudai River, I can't express my admiration for you---"
Zhao Tianyou could feel goosebumps when he heard it. He waved his hand and said: "Stop it, drink."
"Yes, drink!" The two brothers raised their necks and started fucking.
Gan Tingting was not happy anymore and she came over to join in the fun. Zhao Tianyou just drank hard and did not use his internal energy to resolve the alcohol. He couldn't resist it anymore: "Gan Tingting, you are just a girl."
"Forget it, why forget it? Do you look down on me?" Gan Tingting was about to get angry, but Ren Biao kept pulling her under the table.
Brother Hai Quan and Shitou were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so they took the opportunity to make a fuss.
"Boss, you are wrong, I am a little girl."
"Yes, boss, you can't treat girls like this."
The two sisters from the Special Forces School, Zhiling, spoke in a cooing voice, which made Zhao Tianyou even more goosebumps. He quickly picked up the wine glass and had a drink with Gan Tingting.
The few of them chatted while eating, and discussed their next steps and plans. Just when it was getting dark, Zhao Tianyou received a call from Liu Yun.
"God bless, where are you?"
"I---I'm at Xiangmanyuan Restaurant."
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"I'm eating right now."
"Shall we watch the fireworks?"
"No, I promised to spend the Lantern Festival with my employees. You know that as a boss, you can't break your promise." Zhao Tianyou hung up the phone, his third uncle's famous saying echoed in his ears, "Don't be too nice to women, too nice."
They don't know how to cherish it."
Yes, that's it, play with rejection from time to time, so that she will give up.
Gan Tingting glanced at him, with a flash of surprise and a bit of joy in her eyes.
Several people continued to drink. Ren Biao and Gan Tingting quickly left and went to the next room for massage and foot washing. They took an intermission. Of course, all the money they consumed was recorded in Boss Zhao's account.
There were only three people left in the room who continued to fight, drinking, and Shi Shi's tears fell.
Hai Quan slapped him in the face and shouted: "Boy, what are you doing, making the boss laugh?"
Shitou Humu said with tears: "I think about this time last year, I was still blowing cold wind on the construction site, carrying steel bars, and my fingers were covered with blood stains from the cold."
This sentence also brought back Hai Quan's memories.
If it weren't for Zhao Tianyou, he might have fallen on the ring now.
Although black boxing fighters can make up to tens of thousands of dollars per fight, they are betting with their lives after all. Having a serious job like now and making money to support the family is the right way.
Zhao Tianyou smiled and said: "Brothers, what happened today? Don't talk about these sad things, let's continue drinking."
Hai Quan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold down the wine glass and said, "Boss, I have two brothers who are still missing."
Special forces are kings on the battlefield. Once the enemy retreats and enters a complex society, the survival skills in the army will no longer be enough.
After all, society is more complex than people imagine.
In the army, you have trustworthy leaders and comrades who depend on you for life and death, but in society, you are like being in a deserted wilderness, and no one cares about your life or death.
A person who has escaped poverty and can still think about others is a brother.
Zhao Tianyou was moved and asked: "How many brothers are there?"
Shitou thought for a while and said, "There is still no news about Shanmao and Dawei."
No news means things are not going well.
Zhao Tianyou thought of Wu Hua. Didn't he work in the armed police force? Why not ask him to find out.