She became rich after being dressed as a group pet

Chapter 612 Mei Zhao's Request

In the early morning of the next day, Chi Mohan went to court with King Ning.

Jiang Zhimian also got up early and continued to study his experimental mice.

While sitting at the table carefully recording the data, Goudaner next to him asked in a low voice, "Sister Zhimian, will you be bullied?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhimian was taken aback for a moment.

Ask Goudaner, "Why do you ask me that?"

"Because you didn't come back last night, everyone was very nervous, thinking that you were captured and bullied by that queen mother, but you came back unscathed, I think, this time the queen mother didn't bully you, maybe next time who bullied you."

She has a deep understanding of this.

It's like a rooster that was raised at home in the past.

Although it is possible not to be pecked by it this time, the rooster will not let it go, and has been lurking, waiting for the most suitable time, and then jumping out to attack in one fell swoop.

In Goudan'er's eyes, the queen mother is no different from the rooster at home.

Jiang Zhimian was immediately amused by her strange metaphor.

He reached out and rubbed Goudan'er's head, "No, no one can bully me, don't worry,"

Goudaner hummed.

After a long silence, he looked up again with firm eyes, "Don't worry, sister Zhimian, if someone wants to bully you, just tell me, and I will do my best to protect you."

"God," Jiang Zhimian was shocked by her words, "You're just a teenage girl, you don't need to bet yourself to save me."

At the age of teens, no one can tell how many possibilities there are in future life.

If you bet your name for others, it's really not worth it.

But Goudaner still replied very seriously, "If you hadn't saved me, sister Zhimian, I would have died in that grove a long time ago."

If it's true, it's not an exaggeration to say that this life belongs to Jiang Zhimian.

Jiang Zhimian raised his hand, touched Goudan'er's head, then turned to look at the little mouse on the table.

"You have to remember that you can't bet your life for anyone, because only in this way can you be responsible for yourself."

"But... my life was indeed given by you." Goudan'er was still insisting on this point.

Jiang Zhimian shook his head slightly, "You are wrong, your life was given by your parents, and you won it among hundreds of millions of compatriots, you should cherish him."

At the beginning of life, everyone is just the little tadpole that swims the most and tries hardest to get close to the egg.

Thinking about winning the election among hundreds of millions of candidates, why shouldn't you cherish everything you have won?

For Jiang Zhimian's selfless dedication, she also felt guilty.

Goudaner was very puzzled, "Hundreds of millions of compatriots, what is this?"

"There are many, many people. This is a physiological knowledge. It is difficult for me to explain it to you. In short, you remember, I don't need you to dedicate yourself to me. I need you to live well. I save you, not to make you become me. shield."

To save her is just to let her live.

Hearing these words, Goudaner was silent for a long time.

It took a long time before I raised my head and looked at Jiang Zhimian, "I see, sister Zhimian."

Just as Jiang Zhimian was about to answer, a servant girl announced from outside, "Little Princess, General Mo and King Ning have returned from court, and they are in the main hall."

In response, Jiang Zhimian stood up, "Zhouzhou, watch this mouse for me, and tell me if there is anything unusual, I'll go to the main hall first."

Goudan'er obediently pulled the mouse cage in front of him, "Cousin, go ahead, I will take good care of it."

After telling Goudaner not to be hurt by the rats again, Jiang Zhimian hurried to the main hall.

In the main hall, Chi Mohan and King Ning were discussing things with solemn faces.

But when Jiang Zhimian appeared at the door, Chi Mohan's originally cold eyes instantly softened.

The topic just now came to an abrupt end.

He waved at Jiang Zhimian, "Zhimian, come in and say."

Jiang Zhimian couldn't ask for anything, so he walked in directly.

Straightforward and curious, "How is it? Did Mei Zhao let go? The one I drew for you last night, is it helpful?"

"Well, Mei Zhao agreed to my management of the iron mine, but there are conditions, he still has to control half of the real power in it." Chi Mohan replied.

It is said that it is half of the real power, but how much power is actually hidden, only Mei Zhao knows.

The purpose of doing this is to prevent Chi Mohan from being single-handed in the iron mine.

On the surface, it is managed by him, but in fact, all things still have to be handled by oneself.

But it's a good start, isn't it?

If Mei Zhao had given up all his power from the very beginning, how could he be in the position he is in today?
Now that you can enter the iron mine, it will be much easier to do other things later.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Chi Mohan say again, "Besides, he has another request."

"Is it related to me?" Jiang Zhimian asked tentatively seeing that his eyes had been on her.

Chi Mohan nodded, "He still wants you to draw a picture about the internal structure of the firecracker."

"This matter needs to be discussed," Ning Wang, who had been silent beside him, said.

When he heard Mei Zhao's request, an unconvincing thought had already appeared in King Ning's mind.

Mei Zhao was not familiar with the firecracker that Mei Zhao used to injure Chi Mohan back then, nor did he know how it was made.

Therefore, seeing that Chi Mohan was able to come up with a design this time, he would rather exchange the power in charge of the iron mine.

But if Mei Zhao was really given this gun, what if he used it to do bad things?
The firecrackers are so powerful that they should not be underestimated.

"It's simple. I can give you a structure diagram of a single-shot shotgun. As long as such a gun doesn't attack at close range, it won't do that much damage to the human body."

If it is really going to be used against Mei Zhao, it is more appropriate to choose a better six-round pistol or submachine gun.

"Shotgun?" It was also the first time King Ning heard this name.

Jiang Zhimian nodded and explained simply, "The so-called shotgun means that the bullets fired are scattered, like a pile of sand flying towards you at high speed. The number is large, but there is no single place for the damage. It hurts to be beaten."

With such an explanation, King Ning quickly understood.

He looked at Jiang Zhimian with admiration, "I didn't expect there to be such a thing as a shotgun, Zhimian, how did you know?"

"I researched it myself. I have nothing to do in the country, so I just mess around." Jiang Zhimian didn't tell the truth.

Just kidding, if she came from the 22nd century, an era when everyone had a pistol for self-defense, King Ning would probably be scared to death, right?

But speaking of it, if Mei Zhao's firecracker was only the one that hurt Chi Mohan back then.

So, where did the gunfire come from?

(End of this chapter)