Dad, Did You Study Today?

Six-year-old Zhou Ping crossed his arms and looked at sixteen-year-old Meng Yu.

His eyes were clear and calm.

"My second uncle is the dean of Huaishan Academy,

My father has a copper pot hot pot.

My eldest sister has half of the shares of Jinxiufang and 30% of your Qingyun Embroidery Fang.

My second sister has 10% of your Qingyun Embroidery Fang.

And your father only has 20% of the shares of Qingyun Embroidery Fang. What's wrong? Do you think you are richer than me?"

Meng Yu

Looking at Zhou Ping with wide eyes, his mind suddenly buzzed.

His father only has 20% of the shares of Qingyun Embroidery Fang?

That's his family's embroidery workshop!

The corners of his eyes twitched, and then twitched again. Meng Yu seemed to have suffered a long thunder that finally woke him up from his deep sleep.

"You said, my father only has 20%?"

Zhou Ping stared at Meng Yu for a moment, confirming that he did not realize this problem until this moment, and nodded.

"Do you know what a top-grade playboy is?"

Meng Yu sat there woodenly without saying a word.

Zhou Ping said, "Real dudes are not like you who are idle and bully the weak all day long.

Although they seem to be idle and only know how to eat, drink and have fun, their stomachs are like grocery stores. They know something about what others mention, and are even proficient in some aspects.

Let's not talk about the distant ones, let's talk about the near ones.

Zhao Dacheng, my uncle Zhao, he is better at playing than you, don't you see that the Zhao family's business was ruined in his hands?

And my uncle Zhao is also proficient in painting, and he paints quickly and vividly.

Do you have any special skills?

Are you so confident that you can keep your family's business when it is transferred from your father to you in the future?"

His parents didn't know how many times they said these words to him, but he never really listened to them once.

They all regarded them as trivial nagging.

But today, in this situation, Zhou Ping, a six-year-old child, jumped out of his mouth, and he actually listened to it.

Looking at Zhou Ping, Meng Yu took a deep breath, "What do you want to exchange for something of equal value."

Zhou Ping said, "I love reading, if you have a good book, it's fine."

Meng Yu

You are simply making things difficult for me, Meng Yu!

Good books?

How can I judge which books are good and which are bad!

Seeing Meng Yu's shoulders slump, Li Er immediately said, "In fact, Pingzi is interested in books about military affairs."

Meng Yu's eyes moved.

Military?

He really has a unique copy at home!

Thinking of the book he used as a table leg, Meng Yu slapped his thigh and stood up, "I have a military book at home, I'll get it for you."

Zhou Ping said, "Let Li Er go with you. You can stay at your house today. If I am satisfied with the book, we will make a deal. If not, I will wait for you tomorrow."

Meng Yu

Anyway, the opportunity is there. As for tomorrow's matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow!

Meng Yu left with Li Er without saying a word.

In less than half an hour, Li Er came back with a tattered book.

"This is the only copy of the Meng family."

Zhou Ping couldn't wait and took it immediately.

The name of this book is "Zhou Luo's Soldiers".

Zhou Ping once heard the stall owner mention it when he was strolling at a second-hand book stall.

The stall owner was a retired veteran and a military fan. He collected a lot of military books at home.

Unfortunately, his children and grandchildren were not interested in military affairs, and he was afraid that these books would be buried after his death, so he set up a second-hand book stall.

This is a strange book about deploying soldiers and arranging battle formations. Unfortunately, it was sold to the playboy of the Meng family by the prodigal son of the stall owner at a price of pound.

It was a waste of a good book.

At that time, the stall owner said with great regret that this book might have turned into a handful of ashes in the hands of the son of the Meng family.

Ever since hearing this, Zhou Ping has been anxious to get this book.

But if he went directly to Meng Yu to ask for it or buy it, Meng Yu would definitely raise the price based on his character.

After thinking about it, Zhou Ping came up with this idea.

He beat Meng Yu at Huaishan Academy last time, and Meng Yu would definitely retaliate again.

He just waited for Meng Yu to make another move, and then.

Then there were the things that happened yesterday and today.

Although the book was not destroyed by Meng Yu, it was also very tattered.

Zhou Ping tried to repair it, but he had no idea where to start, so he had to copy it by lamplight.

Here, Zhou Ping eagerly copied and understood the knowledge in the book.

There, Shen Li finally completed the task of tutoring Zhou Huaishan for a day.

Behind the desk, Shen Li brought a cup of tea and closed his eyes to rest.

Li Er stood in front of him and reported: "When Meng Yu kidnapped Miss Yao last night, I found that Su Heng might know kung fu."

Shen Li's expression did not move, without a trace of surprise, as if he had known it for a long time.

He hummed and said, "Let Zhou Ping have more contact with him."

"Yes."

The next morning.

Zhou Ping, who had been copying books all night, still got up at the usual time to practice boxing and martial arts.

As the winter faded and the spring became stronger, when he got up, the sky was already a little bright.

After squatting, Zhou Ping was wiping his sweat and drinking water, preparing to move on to the next step, when a woman came to the door and said, "Young Master, the young master of the Meng family wants to see you."

Zhou Ping

The corner of his eye twitched, and he turned to look at Li Er in surprise, "Why is he here again?"

Li Er shrugged and spread his hands, "Who knows."

"Let him in."

The old woman took the order and left. Not long after, Meng Yu came in with a smile on his face.

"Oh, you are practicing again. You are really hardworking."

Zhou Ping ignored his greetings, "What are you doing here?"

"I am here to be your book boy."

Zhou Ping immediately looked at Meng Yu with a look of a lunatic, "Haven't you been exchanged for an equivalent value?"

Meng Yu shook his head.

"My life is worth a million gold. How can a book be compared to it? Last night, I thought about it and felt that I should be honest. I can't cheat you. The value of that book is not equivalent to me at all."

Zhou Ping

Li Er

The two looked at each other silently. Is this man stupid?

He should be!

Zhou Ping tilted his head and frowned at Meng Yu's serious look, and said, "No need, just have books, go."

"But you have to have a book boy, right? I think I'm suitable."

Zhou Ping

"I don't need a book boy now, go."

"No, you do."

Meng Yu said, picked up the kettle beside him, refilled Zhou Ping's teacup with hot tea, turned around and picked up the broom in the corner and started sweeping the floor.

Zhou Ping stared at Meng Yu in astonishment.

"Are you possessed by a ghost?"

Meng Yu held the broom and said to Zhou Ping, "No, I am impressed by your glorious image, I bow down to you!"

Zhou Ping

Looked at Meng Yu suspiciously, and he couldn't figure out what this playboy was going to do no matter how hard he tried his six-year-old brain!