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Chapter 2 You told me this is the Splitting Air Palm?Ruyijin is not as good as you!

After Zhao Tian met with the housekeeper, Uncle Li, he went directly back to his large and luxurious room and took a shower.

After a while, Zhao Tian, ​​who pushed out the door, had already put on an elegant casual suit.

Although this suit looks ordinary, it doesn't even have a trademark.

But when worn on Zhao Tian, ​​it looked so decent.

In fact, this suit was handmade by European suit masters according to Zhao Tian's body proportions. It is truly priceless!
It can be said that this set of clothes brings out Zhao Tian's luxury and low-keyness to the extreme.

After taking a shower, Zhao Tian sat on the leather sofa on the second floor of the villa.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows provide Zhao Tian with a wide field of vision, allowing Zhao Tian to easily see the scenery outside the manor.

After a while, an extremely rare silver Bentley drove in slowly and stopped at the gate of the villa, and Zhao Tian also walked downstairs.

At this time, a long red carpet had been laid out outside the gate, and the servants and maids in the manor were lined up in two rows, with men and women standing on each side.

Zhao Tian and housekeeper Uncle Li stood at the forefront of the red carpet.

Uncle Li personally stepped forward and opened the door of the back seat of the Bentley. The tall Zhao Fangxu and the noble and mature Yumei got out of the car from the left and right sides.

Zhao Fangxu was wearing the same shirt he usually wore at work, and he still looked the same.

Yumei, on the other hand, has curly hair, wears an expensive coat, and a pair of dark sunglasses, looking like a eldest sister in a hurry.

As soon as Zhao Fangxu got out of the car, he ran to Yumei's side and wanted to carry her bag.

But his attentive action received a blank look from Yumei. She waved her hand at Zhao Fangxu in disgust and turned to look at Zhao Tian, ​​who was standing not far away.

Yumei's eyes lit up, and the gloom on her face instantly dissipated, revealing a kind smile.

She put away her sunglasses, walked quickly to Zhao Tian, ​​threw her handbag to a maid, then hugged Zhao Tian and held him in her arms.

"I'm sorry~ I miss my mother so much."

Zhao Tian, ​​who is 1 meters tall, was hugged down by his mother Yumei, who is less than 86 meters tall. Her face pressed hard against Zhao Tian's face. In this way, she expressed her longing for her son.

Zhao Tian also smiled and hugged his mother Yumei.

"Mom, I miss you too."

This scene made Zhao Fangxu, who was standing by, feel like a clown, and he became jealous for a moment.

"You kid, I've fed you so much for nothing. You only miss your mom and not your dad, right?"

Before Zhao Tian could speak, Yumei became unhappy.

She turned around, hugged her son's arm, and said dissatisfiedly to Zhao Fangxu.

"You have the nerve to say that?! It's not you who insists on making that bet with Xiaotian! As a result, my precious son has not been able to eat or drink well for three months. Look, he has lost weight!"

After Zhao Fangxu heard these words, he instantly lost his temper.

After saying that, Yumei turned around and began to look at Zhao Tian, ​​sometimes touching her hands and sometimes squeezing her face.

"Son, you must have been tired these past three months. Look at you, you are as skinny as a monkey! What's the use of practicing that splitting air palm? You've also made me lose weight."

Zhao Tian scratched his head in embarrassment, thinking to himself.

I was 140 pounds before training, and still 140 pounds after training.

It's just that there is less fat and more muscle, so it looks smaller.

My entire body is filled with essence!

But Zhao Tian did not say these words.

Because he knew that even if he said it, his mother would not listen.

Maybe this is the weight of maternal love. If she thinks you have lost weight, you have lost weight!

Yumei glanced at Zhao Tian distressedly.

"You kid are really getting better at it. Day by day, you don't allow us to know how you practice. You also ask Uncle Li to keep it a secret from us. You don't know that your mother will be worried. Are you not injured?"

Zhao Tian smiled and shook his head.

"No, how is that possible? My training intensity every day is very low."

Yumei nodded doubtfully.

She had just examined her son, and there was basically no change in his appearance except that he looked thinner, and there were no ugly calluses on his hands.

So, she chose to believe Zhao Tian's words.

Afterwards, Yumei pulled Zhao Tian towards the villa.

Zhao Tian was pulled by Yumei and glanced helplessly at his father who was no longer paying attention behind him.

Zhao Fangxu was speechless and followed his son and wife in front.

Yumei said as she walked.

"Son, have you been working hard during this time? Mom was busy some time ago and didn't have time to spend time with you. That bastard of your dad! He must not have given you any money in the past few months, right? In this way, mom will give you some pocket money. Let’s go buy something delicious tomorrow, and we won’t take your dad with us!”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangxu, who was behind Yumei, was unhappy and slapped his chest.

"How could I, Lao Zhao, have suffered so much for our son? I'm just kidding, our family can't eat whatever they want?"

Zhao Tian also followed his father's words, waved his hands at his mother with a look of horror, and said.

"That's right, Mom. Don't transfer money to me, I won't be able to spend it all!"

Zhao Tian felt a headache when he thought of the billions in cash in his account.

As a mother, I am good at everything, but she is a bit doting on her children.

A disagreement can cost tens of millions, so that since he was a child, Zhao Tian has accumulated more than one billion "pocket money". It's terrifying to be able to get close to others with hundreds of millions.

Compared with himself, Wang Ye's "hundred-million-dollar poverty" really doesn't stand out.

Seeing that both her husband and son were opposed, Yumei finally resisted the urge to transfer money to her son.

However, she still rolled her eyes at Zhao Fangxu. Obviously, she was still resentful that Zhao Fangxu had "suffered" her son in the past three months.

The family of three came to the restaurant on the second floor of the villa, and a large table of sumptuous dishes had already been set.

On the large and exquisite dining table, a variety of sumptuous delicacies are like a beautiful painting.The giant red Australian lobster was placed in the center, and the rare double-headed abalone was served one after another!

Colorful vegetable salads, fragrant roast chicken, tender and juicy steaks, every dish is a carefully cooked work of art.

Zhuoshang is filled with all kinds of delicacies, which is dizzying.

Every dish is filled with tempting colors and aromas that are irresistible!

Even the servants and maids standing respectfully beside him were swallowing secretly.

Only Zhao Tian's family looked calm, and the reason was simple: they were tired of eating!
In their eyes, these expensive foods are just like ordinary people's home-cooked meals, ordinary, bland, and even a little boring.

Yumei pulled Zhao Tian to sit down and left Zhao Fangxu aside.

At the dining table, she kept picking up dishes for Zhao Tian, ​​without even taking a single bite herself.

Although Zhao Tian had eaten very hard, the various delicacies in his bowl were still piling up higher and higher.

Zhao Fangxu, who was sitting aside, felt a little bored after eating for a while. Looking at the red wine glass in his hand, he suddenly had an idea.

So Zhao Fangxu snapped his fingers, and the butler, Uncle Li, immediately stepped forward and respectfully obeyed the orders.

Zhao Fangxu waved his hand.

"Go and get a bottle of 82 Lafite from my wine cellar. I want to open it myself!"

After hearing this, the butler, Uncle Li, looked shocked.

As we all know, although the 82 Lafite is a myth, it also shows that the red wine of Chateau Lafite produced in this year is very valuable.

Only 24 bottles were produced that year. With the annual consumption, there are only about 1000 bottles of genuine products in the world today. It can be said that every time you drink one bottle, you will lose one bottle.

And in Zhao Fangxu’s private wine cellar, there are a full 24 bottles!
Nowadays, a bottle of Lafite of this vintage has been sold for more than 10,000 yuan, but it is still expensive but not available.

After all, owning a genuine bottle of 82 Lafite is undoubtedly a status symbol.

The average wealthy person would be very lucky if they could get a genuine bottle of 82 Lafite.

In this case, ordinary wealthy people worth tens of millions are reluctant to drink it. After all, one bottle of this thing will make you lose one bottle, and the higher you go, the more expensive it becomes.

The value of collecting it is far higher than the consumption of drinking wine.

It was precisely because he knew this that the butler, Uncle Li, showed such an expression.

Because if Mr. Zhao’s 24 bottles of genuine Lafite were auctioned, they would be worth at least tens of millions!

Today, for a normal family dinner, I opened a bottle? !

Once this bottle of wine is opened, it will cost at least 50 yuan!
What is arrogance?This is arrogance!
Although the housekeeper, Uncle Li, was excited, his movements were clean and neat.

Taking the key to the wine cellar from Zhao Fangxu, he turned around and left.

A few minutes later, the butler came over pushing a trolley specially loaded with wine.

In the car is the precious bottle of genuine 82 Lafite, and beside it is a delicate gold-plated bottle opener.

Yumei naturally knew the value of this bottle of wine, and her eyes when she looked at Zhao Fangxu became much softer.

After all, men are very attractive at this moment.

The car was pushed next to Zhao Fangxu, and the housekeeper, Uncle Li, also respectfully retreated outside the door and stood with the servants and maids.

Zhao Fangxu took the red wine directly from the car and was about to open the wine with a corkscrew when Zhao Tian spoke.

"Dad, there's no need to bother."

After hearing what his son said, Zhao Fangxu put the red wine on the table and said with interest.

"Xiaotian, what can I use to open red wine without a corkscrew?"

Zhao Tian smiled faintly and waved his palm casually.

A medium-sized air wave formed instantly, and then spewed out.

The Qi Jin of the Splitting Air Palm turned a corner in the air and grazed the cork of the red wine bottle on the table at an extremely tricky angle.

Whoosh!
The cork spun and flew out of the bottle, but the red wine on the table remained untouched!
Zhao Fangxu's eyes widened when he saw the scene in front of him!
What the fuck? ?
Are you kidding me?
He himself also practices the Splitting Air Palm. Although his strength is not that good, he may not be able to defeat an ordinary person.

But Zhao Fangxu at least understands this martial art. This martial art is used to attack enemies from a distance. If you practice it to the extreme, you can indeed kill strangers from a long distance.

But if you want the power to spread far enough, this strength is difficult to control.

But my son's operation was more precise than my surgery!
The point is, I’ve never heard that the Splitting Air Palm can be used in this way?
I'm afraid that the Lu family's Ruyi Jin skills will not be as good as their son's in the end, right? ?
This is the real Ruyi Jin, right? ?
"Old Zhao, old Zhao?"

Zhao Fangxu was stunned. It wasn't until Yumei called him several times that he realized what he was doing and looked at his son in disbelief.

The cork of the red wine had already fallen on the table.

Zhao Tian smiled faintly.

"Dad, how is my Air Splitting Palm? Has it reached its 'normal power'?"

Zhao Fangxu was stunned at this moment! !

You can control Qi energy at will and release it. Are you telling me that this is the air-splitting palm?

Ruyijin is not as good as you, right? ?
Suddenly, Zhao Fangxu had a terrifying feeling.

It took this kid three months to figure out a flower for the ordinary Splitting Air Palm?
Is my son really a genius from my old Zhao family? ?

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangxu's usually stable mood became a little excited.

But then he thought again, pride is not a good thing for a genius.

No, we can’t let this kid get too carried away!

Zhao Fangxu suppressed the excitement in his heart and said calmly.

"Son, your air-splitting palm is not very powerful. You still need to practice."

After hearing what his father said, Zhao Tian was not discouraged at all, but instead showed a smile.

"Really? Dad, come with me later, and I'll show you the results of my practice in the past three months!"

(End of this chapter)