Rebirth in the college entrance examination: making a fortune with rough man

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Just participating in the new shoot training will have more advantages than those who have not participated in it, with a higher starting point and a greater chance of winning.

Because the new shoot training was carried out for the selection of Zhengfeng camp, just like the three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation.

Older generations like Mr. Sang and Mr. Mo all have a recommendation quota.

You can recommend one person to join Xinya directly, 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 a breakaway.

Therefore, 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.

Mr. Mo could understand if he did this for his familiar daughter-in-law, or grandson and great-grandson who were related by blood.

Mr. Mo really can't understand why she is the granddaughter-in-law with the most distant relationship.

People like them have already reached this age, if they really go on errands, they will make mistakes.

When you're getting old, you don't fight for the future and only earn face.

Mr. Sang gave Mr. Mo a contemptuous look: "I keep my promises, spit on a nail, give it to me, and go back on my word. How rare is it for 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. I have eighteen generations of ancestors with muddy legs. What's wrong, I have opinions. If there are opinions, let's practice."

Mr. Mo shook his hands and shouted wildly: "Idiot, idiot, you idiot, what are you yelling at me? It's not what I said. I'm giving you advice. I don't know good and 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 leafs for the younger generation, and whoever looks at it won't know."

"My little great-grandson has won the first place in the exam every time. My little great-granddaughter is born with supernatural powers and is invincible. Can those little bastards 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 bastards 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 man, who are you burying? The youngest of my grandson is 30 or [-] years old. How old is your little great-grandson? Your great-grandson Lian, is your grandson so cowardly?"

Old man Sang sneered: "I don't want you to lose too badly, you can practice with my grandson if you want, just don't cry and call your mother when the time comes."

"Okay, okay, 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 more than 100 years old together?
Regardless of whether they 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.

After taking a sip of warm tea, he asked casually, "Give me this quota, but it means you have joined the power struggle circle. Really think about it? There will be no clean life in the future."

Old Man Sang snorted: "If I don't make friends, can I live a clean life?"

Mr. Mo shook his head: "It's difficult."

"That's it. That's enough. Stop talking nonsense. It's annoying to hear babbles. You've got the benefits. Remember to do things. Don't give me a bunch of fucking excuses."

Mr. 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 want to give the quota to your family? Why don't you go back and ask your grandson first, maybe he wants it."

Old man Sang rolled his eyes: "A big man, if he wants to earn money by himself, the people of my old Sang's family are not cowards. They rely on their father and father, and their future is not promising."

Mr. Mo ground his teeth, feeling that the surname Sang was connoting him.

Forget it, the old thing has always been unpleasant 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 bitch 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 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 bitch has a dark heart, and she wants your granddaughter-in-law's life with all her heart."

"However, your grandson's ability to win over Meijiao Niang must be credited to her. This time, she bribed the master chef who came to the house to sneak in, and tried her best to get in touch with that girl from 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 she can't ask. If you want to know, you can ask yourself. If you don't want to, I will let you go."

"It's been closed for a few days, if it continues, 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 scumbag. 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.

In the affiliated elementary school, Lan Tianqin waited for the brothers and sisters to go to school, and happily greeted them.

"Little berries, leaves."

Sang Ye put her arms around Lan Tianqin's neck familiarly: "Old 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 it, otherwise she would be really embarrassed to accept this thank you.

It's embarrassing to just move your mouth to cook.

"You are welcome, do you have any food? You don't know, my grandpa and my great-grandpa can eat too much. The boss made a big pot. There is nothing left, and I am not full."

Sangshen snorted: "Your bottomless pit, do you know what it means to be full?"

Sang Ye bared her small white teeth: "If you want to take care of it, don't eat it 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 named Sang, take your life." With a small body like a monkey, she rushed towards Sang Shuan.

Mulberry's face was full of disdain, she avoided it easily, and she could open the lunch box leisurely to eat rice balls stuffed with meat.

Sang Ye was so angry, jumping and flying.

Brothers and sisters, you 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 on the task of punishing the Sang 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, and after being slapped by Wan Qianqian again for no reason, she took the initiative to approach Sun Liang and agreed to cooperate.

(End of this chapter)