Strongest Worker

"Boss..." suddenly stretched his head and looked at the dozens of bodyguards standing proudly on both sides, shouting with worry.

"Look at your virtue." Qian Liming shouted angrily, "these are all tricks of bandits in the stronghold. Why are you panicking?"

"Oh." the fierce son nodded, "boss, I still don't feel secure. If he should keep us, neither of us can go away."

"Shit, lend him some courage!" Qian Liming pulled the corners of his mouth, and suddenly stumbled at his feet, almost falling into shit.

The fierce son grabbed Qian Liming's arm and asked with concern: "boss, are you okay?"

"No... it's all right." Qian Liming's face turned white. "My leg cramped. Please help me..."

The two bodyguards leading the way stopped, turned their heads and said impatiently, "hurry up."

"Drag what drag." Qian Liming murmured low, but he honestly followed the two bodyguards and looked around with vigilance.

After a while, two bodyguards led Qian Liming into a two-story building and then withdrew.

The fierce son wanted to continue to follow in, but the bodyguard at the door suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped in front of him: "just wait outside and Mr. Qian will go in alone."

"This..." the corners of his mouth gently pulled, and the fierce son looked at Qian Liming uneasily, "boss..."

"Oh, wait here." Qian Liming can only be manipulated when he has reached a third of his mu of land.

As the voice fell, Qian Liming walked straight into the living room on the first floor.

The ground is covered with an old carved floor. Qian Maodian is sitting on the leather sofa with a crutch in his hands, slightly narrowing his eyes and dozing off.

Not seen for seven or eight years, Qian Maodian's temples are gray, and the whole person looks much older. His hair was longer than before, and his face had not changed much except for the deep wrinkles on his forehead.

Qian liming was angry when he saw his uncle, but now people have to bow their heads under the low eaves. He calmed down his anger and called out honestly, "uncle."

The latter did not respond at all. He sat there motionless, as if he were really asleep.

Until someone came to Qian Maodian, lowered his voice and gently shouted, "Mr. Qian..."

Qian Maodian woke up suddenly and turned around. He tilted his head slightly, and two cold eyes poured on Qian Liming.

After looking at each other for a while, Qian liming, who is now at a disadvantage, first took the soft: "Hey, uncle, haven't seen you for so many years, how are you?"

Qian Maodian looked at Qian Liming up and down, and gently pulled at the corners of his mouth: "you have a virtue with your father. You're really fat into a pig."

"I was so rich seven or eight years ago, isn't my uncle with a bad memory?" Qian Liming has indeed gained a lot of weight over the years. He said this purely because Qian Maodian mentioned his father.

"Don't you know how to lose weight?" Qian Maodian was still picky. "Such a disgusting look of thrusting out his chest and folding his belly is simply losing the face of Qian's family."

Qian Liming bit his teeth and said in a rough voice, "I'm fat or thin. It's all up to me. It's none of your business?"

Qian Maodian snorted coldly, "I didn't agree to hand over the Qian family to you a few years ago. Now it seems that I've done nothing wrong. You mix up with those three religions and nine schools every day and ruin the style of the door..."

"My great grandfather's generation started by selling baked cakes and later sold pork." Qian Liming stared at the old man sitting on the sofa. "Do you really think you have pure blood and want to be compared with the Xie family? No matter how pretentious, you're still a disheartened mud leg. You'd better do less in front of your younger generation."

Qian Maodian stared at Qian Liming without blinking. After a while, he spoke again: "Han Ling said to me that you came to admit your mistake today."

As Qian Liming's little cousin, Qian Hanling probably didn't expect that even in today's dilemma, Qian Liming still has sharp teeth and doesn't give in.

"Admit my mistake?" Qian Liming took a swipe at the corners of his mouth and immediately sneered, "what's wrong with me? I want me to bow my head to you and dream."

"Slow witted. As like as two peas."

"Old man, don't talk about my father!" Qian liming was angry. "My father is dead and can't stand your thoughts."

Qian Maodian narrowed his eyes: "you have to be glad that Maohua left early. If not, you and he really don't have to be ahead."

"Qian Maodian!" Qian Liming couldn't bear it and couldn't help yelling, "fuck you! What onion do you think you are? My father on the left and my father on the right. If it weren't for you, my father would die?"

Qian Maodian glared round his eyes: "son, dare you scold me?"

"I'll scold you, it's you!" Qian Liming stretched out his hand, pointed to Qian Maodian, tilted his mouth and shouted, "Qian Maodian, listen to me, I fuck your uncle! Fuck your uncle!"

"Bastard!" the crutch stamped on the floor tile, and Qian Maodian trembled with anger, "come on! Come on!"

"Old Sir." two young bodyguards leaned over and bowed slightly.

Qian Maodian pointed the arrogant Qian Liming opposite with his crutch: "let him know what is the elder is the greatest!"

"Yes." the two bodyguards responded low, and then walked around to Qian Liming.

Qian Liming's face changed slightly and shouted, "Qian Maodian, who are you? Why do you call someone to beat me?"

"Why can't I beat you when you run to Xingfa island?" Qian Maodian relaxed his breath and suddenly sneered. "This is your initiative to bring it to the door, little bastard. I'm not only going to beat you, but also kill you."

"You can't hit me!"

"Hehe, you boy, you still want to show off the authority of the master in front of me?" Qian Maodian gave a deep command to the two bodyguards, "don't keep your hand."

"Ah!" Qian Liming shouted, turned and ran to the corner.

The situation was not good at present. Facing the two bodyguards gathered around, Qian Liming stretched out his hand and tore away his coat: "Qian Maodian, you are disrespectful! Open your dog's eyes and see who is here!"

Qian Maodian fixed his eyes on Qian liming, and his face suddenly changed. The whole person was like a thunderbolt.

A memorial tablet was hung on Qian Liming's chest!

Therefore, the memorial tablet of Lord Qian Zhongding was examined. On the right side, the date of birth and death, and on the left side, Qian Maodian, a filial man, was enshrined.

This tablet belongs to Qian Liming's grandfather, that is, Qian Maodian's father! Moreover, as the eldest son of the Qian family, Qian Maodian naturally undertakes the responsibility of offering sacrifices to his ancestors, so his name is still on this spiritual card.

"Little beast!" Qian Maodian's whole face was green with anger. "You dare to take out the memorial tablet in the mourning hall! You dare to take out my father's memorial tablet!"

Qian Maodian opened his mouth wide and gasped: "how dare you... How dare you... How dare you!"

"Qian Maodian, this is your father." Qian Liming stretched out his hand and pointed to the soul card in front of his chest, calmly twisted his ass, "you hit me? You hit me?"

The two bodyguards surrounded, and one of them grabbed Qian Liming's collar. His fist just swung up and didn't fall down in time. Qian Maodian suddenly shouted behind him.

"Get off! Get off!" Qian Maodian shouted at the two bodyguards, "are you blind! Get off!"

The two bodyguards were slightly stunned, immediately released Qian liming, and ran out of the room pale.

Qian Liming knows that his uncle is upright and a filial son. Tonight, in order to protect himself, he had to steal the ancestral tablet of the Qian family ancestral hall and hang it on his body as an amulet. Although this act was a little shady and easy to be punished by heaven, it had a good effect. Qian Maodian really didn't dare to do it to him.

"Beast! What a beast!" Qian Maodian kept swearing. His eyes were red and stared at Qian liming, as if he wanted to tear him up and swallow him.

Qian Liming said, "uncle, if you're all right, I'll go first."

As soon as the voice fell, Qian Liming turned and hurried to the door.

"Stop!" Qian Maodian stood up straight from the sofa, stared at Qian Liming's back and said fiercely, "you have ancestral protection in front of you. I can't move you. There's no one behind you. Even if it's spanking today, I'll kill you alive!"

Qian Liming hissed and took off his coat: "Qian Maodian, you asked for it."

As the coat fell to the ground, an old yellow photo also appeared on Qian Liming's back. The photo was stuck to Qian Liming. It was a kind old lady with silver hair. She was smiling at Qian Maodian.

His body trembled slightly, and Qian Maodian felt cool all over. The old man in this picture is his mother!

"Do you still want to hit me?" Qian Liming asked without looking back. "My grandmother is watching here. Do you really have a face to hand as an uncle?"

Qian Maodian is about to collapse. Now the dead fat man is his father's holy throne in front of him and his mother's photo behind him. Facing his late parents for many years, Qian Maodian didn't dare to stretch out a finger, let alone money dawn.

After a long silence, Qian Maodian gnashed his teeth and roared, "get out!"

Qian Liming bent down, picked up his coat, wrapped it around him again, and bowed to Qian Maodian: "Hey, uncle, take care, don't be angry."

As soon as the voice fell, Qian Liming turned and strode out of the house.

Qian Maodian stood there, trembling all over, his old face as white as paper.

"Old gentleman..."

The maid behind her greeted her carefully. She had just stretched out her hand and had not had time to help her. Qian Maodian suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell on her back.

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