Faced with the question of the evil son, Zhao Kang quickly denied, "There are just as many women as there are!"
"You're still pretending! Are you going to get your eighth wife tomorrow? You've found so many, so in the future I can marry seven or eight wives like you?"
"Ahem, cough, rich boy!"
After coughing, Zhao Kang felt that as a father, he should educate his son. "You are still young and have to focus on your studies. Although you are only in kindergarten! But you still have to study hard!"
"Look at your father and I, the world-recognized leader in the literary world. I know you are smart, but things like a wife are not something you should think about at your age. The water is very deep and you cannot grasp it."
Zhao Fugui raised his eyebrows, "Father, you are right. In our country, there are more boys than girls. There are only about twenty girls in a class. Competition will be fierce in the future."
"If I don't cheat more while I'm young...and cultivate relationships, what will I do when I get older and it's no longer my turn?"
"Hey...you kid, who taught you these words?" Zhao Kang was shocked.
Zhao Fugui: "I realized it myself, but I realized it recently. When you die... wait until you get old, it will be my turn to inherit the title of King Zhao."
"I will be powerful by then. It will be easy to find a wife. Besides, our palace still has so much money. I can throw out a few with money. It seems that I still have to fight with my father."
"I'm so happy to be your son!"
"You are such a monster!"
Zhao Kang's eyes widened. "Honestly, where did you bastard come from? Did you take away my son's body? Do you have the appearance of a great emperor? It's okay if you don't!"
"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Fugui scratched his head.
"Damn it! I'm warning you, Fugui! I earned all that money with my hard work and it has nothing to do with you!"
"Just study hard for me and stop thinking about those frivolous things! In the future, you will get the top prize and honor your ancestors!"
"I know, I know, you are as nagging as a girl. I really don't know why my girls fell in love with you in the first place!" The little guy sighed.
Zhao Kang said happily, "I can help you clarify this matter."
Zhao Kang solemnly said, "This is all because of your father and me, how handsome!"
Zhao Fugui "..."
…
After sending the little one to the kindergarten, Zhao Kang bought vegetables and returned to the courtyard to see Ye Hongxue instructing people to move. After asking, he learned that they were planning to move to the palace.
Zhao Kang has no objection to this. Now his status is the same wherever he lives.
When he was busy preparing a table of dishes, he saw seven beauties already seated in the courtyard.
Zhao Kang sneered and looked at Song Qingyan before sitting down.
Xiao Linglong poured the wine and said casually, "Sister Song will move to the palace with us."
Zhao Kang was excited and laughed quickly, "Okay, okay, let's live together and have fun."
It took a long time before the little hands that were twisting his thighs were loosened.
That night, in the main hall of the palace, Zhao Kang showed off a bottle of "killing a cow" and a bottle of "killing a horse".
Just let go of everyone!
Even Song Damei repeatedly begged for mercy, which shows that Master Zhao's combat power has increased rapidly in these years.
The next day.
Mr. Zhao, who showed his prowess last night, came to the firearms store with frivolous steps.
As soon as they saw him, Goudan and Nobel got busy
Zhao Kang said hurriedly, "Hurry up and take out the eighth generation and let me take a look. Your Majesty will be here later. I heard it was done by a man named Li Erniu, right?"
Li Goudan chuckled, "That's right, sir. Our eighth generation is a completely new design. From the bullets to the gun body shape, it is far superior to the other seven generations. That Li Erniu! Bring out our eighth generation!"
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"Great director!"
A young man ran in excitedly, holding a strange-looking gun in his hand.
Zhao Kang's eyes were shining as soon as he saw it. The research progress of the Firearms Institute has been rapid in the past two years, and he knew that Abe's version was constantly being updated.
Some of them are already very close to modern guns, but these eight generations still gave him a great surprise.
This is a machine gun!
The young man named Li Erniu looked at Zhao Kang with excitement. Nobel smiled and said, "Why don't you introduce the eighth generation you designed to Mr. Zhao?"
Li Erniu hurriedly said, "Okay, Deputy Director, Mr. Zhao, this is the eighth generation Abe cutter I designed. It weighs twenty kilograms, is four feet three in height, and has a magazine capacity of thirty rounds. It can be fired continuously without interruption.
Reloading is easy and it is not as easy to jam as the sixth and fifth generations. The effective range is two hundred steps! Any more and it will drift away. There is still room for improvement."
"Good stuff, good stuff!"
Zhao Kang hurriedly took over the eighth generation Abe cut and exclaimed again and again, and immediately said, "Go to the shooting range!"
After a while, Zhao Kang held the light machine gun with smoke coming from the muzzle, looked at the people surrounding him with great satisfaction, and turned to Li Erniu.
"Li Erniu from the Firearms Institute, I'll give you a reward of one thousand taels!"
Li Erniu was so excited that he didn't know what to say, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao! Thank you, Mr. Zhao!"
Zhao Kang nodded and said, "This gun will no longer be used by Abe from now on."
Li Goudan scratched his head and said, "What's that called, sir?"
Zhao Kang"
The little devil who called me draft!"
…
He has a goatee and a fan and is dressed in silk. Those who don't know may think that some uncle is coming.
When the visitor saw Zhao Kang and others drinking tea in the firearms store, he laughed loudly, "Old Zhao!"
Zhao Kang raised his head and chuckled, "Here we come! Why are you alone?"
"Your Majesty." Li Goudan quickly stood up.
Xiao Xuance waved his hand, "Your Majesty, I didn't let anyone else follow because I was too lazy to listen to these flatteries. Hurry up and take out the eighth generation and let me take a look!"
"Why are you in a hurry? I've already prepared it for you."
Zhao Kang threw a cigarette over and looked askance at His Majesty the Emperor, whom he hadn't seen for a while: "Why are you pretending to be so mature?"
"We have known each other for thirteen years, I am thirty years old, and my wife has turned into a yellow-faced woman. Do we still need to dress up?"
Xiao Xuance smiled meaningfully.
Zhao Kang sneered, "You should tell my disciple this. Where is she?"
"I'm playing mahjong with my sister and the others in your palace. Is this the eighth generation of Abe's cut? It looks a lot more boring than the ones I sent over the past two years. Let's go to the shooting range and give it a try." Xiao Xuance looked at "Draft"
"Little Devil" was a little surprised.
After a while, the targets on the shooting range were all empty, and Xiao Xuance shouted excitedly, "It's cool!"
"Is it cool? It's even more fun! Let me teach you! When you play with this gun, you have to shout the name of the gun and watch it!"
With a cigarette in his mouth, Zhao Kang skillfully picked up the gun in his hand and stood on the ridge, "You little devil of drafting! I'm a little devil of drafting, I'm a little devil of drafting..."
The machine gun burst into flames and fired a series of bullets.
Under the setting sun, two grown men each held a machine gun, and they fucked the little devil for who knows how long!
