Seeing that she didn’t speak, Father Zhao made a bold guess.
"Eighty thousand"
Zhao Qinglan raised her eyebrows slightly, then shook her head.
Father Zhao was stunned and exclaimed.
"Could it still be one hundred thousand?" Is there so much? I can only say that this is the highest he can think of
Zhao Qinglan: "..."
Seeing the expression on his father's face with so much money, Zhao Qinglan was speechless for a moment.
"Ahem..."
With a slight cough, Zhao Qinglan stretched out a finger and whispered: "It's ten million."
Her tone was calm, as if the ten million she said was really not much. But what she said made people's jaws almost drop to the ground.
One...ten million
Father Zhao's eyes widened. Instead of being surprised before, his eyes were filled with horror. Maybe he thought he had heard wrongly, so Father Zhao couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"...how much do you say?"
At this time, the expression on his face was one of disbelief and suspicion of life.
Zhao Qinglan raised her eyes and glanced at him, and said a fact calmly.
"Given by the state."
"Ten million."
Seeing her serious yet understated look, Father Zhao felt that he was having a myocardial infarction.
This is called giving some money
Bao, do you know how much ten million is? That’s a lot of money. Don’t talk about it as simple as drinking water. He felt that he might go to the construction site tomorrow to move bricks, and a few would fall from the sky.
Here comes the gold brick.
Ten million! How much is that when piled together?
Just thinking about that scene, Father Zhao couldn't help but take a breath.
"Hiccup..."
Maybe he was too shocked, so Dad Zhao couldn't help but burped directly.
Her daughter has always told the truth. Therefore, Zhao Jun believes that what she said is true. It is true that the country gave the money, and the ten million is also true.
The layout is smaller!
It’s because he’s too small!
What's one hundred and eighty thousand? When it comes up to tens of millions, he is really not mentally prepared at all.
Zhao Qinglan raised her eyes and looked at him.
"Dad, are you okay?"
"No, it's okay."
Father Zhao waved his hand, "Is your father the kind of person who has never seen the world? Haha, hiccup..."
I moved my fingers, but they felt a little stiff. Why couldn't I use any strength? I felt light and airy.
"Hiccup..."
"Hiccup..."
Hiccups came one after another.
"Let me slow down."
Zhao Qinglan stood up and went to get a glass of water for her father.
"Drink some water first."
"Okay, hiccup..."
He took the water glass from Zhao Qinglan's hand, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip. When the glass of water was half full, he reached out and put the glass down, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He was about to say something. At this moment, I don’t know when, the son who was squatting beside him silently raised his hand and said something very silly.
"Dad, the situation needs to be opened up."
"Look at me, I'm so calm after knowing this. With my sister's potential as a big boss, isn't it normal to earn ten million? Hehe, shouldn't what we are thinking about now be going out to eat?"
He felt nervous, his heart was beating hard, and he felt uneasy, maybe because his life was out of touch with the trajectory he was familiar with. However, now that he heard his son say this, he suddenly felt that nothing had changed.
"You want to go out to eat"
Zhao Qingyuan's eyes lit up.
"I think, dad, you don't know, I have been coveting that king crab as big as a soup bowl for a long time."
Dad Zhao: "I don't have king crab, but if you want to go out to eat, I can satisfy your request at any time."
Zhao Qingyuan: "Really"
Father Zhao: "Well, when you eat from now on, just carry the bowl to the door and eat! This is the first time I have heard such a request."
Zhao Qinglan: "..."
Zhao Qingyuan: "..."
"It still didn't work, and suddenly I felt that it would be good to eat it at home."
Goodbye, my beloved king crab, Daddy loves you, but my strength doesn’t allow it. Although I don’t know what you taste like, it can’t affect your place in my heart.
Father Zhao is certainly happy that his daughter has a promising future.
But as happy as I am, I can’t help but feel worried when I think of something.
"Why would you give me so much money?"
That's ten million, not one thousand.
"Lanlan, don't be fooled. I heard that there are bad people who pretend to be members of the state, and do this and that..." The more he said this, the more he thought, and then he thought of more,
I am even more worried.
"By the way, daughter, you didn't agree to any other weird requests. For example, I want to draw your blood, or other experiments that require your cooperation."
The black line on Zhao Qinglan's forehead slipped.
"No."
"You think too much."
Her dad thinks a lot.
Helpless.
"Don't worry, we are from the country..."
Next, Zhao Qinglan briefly talked about what happened. She also talked about cooperation until her father dispelled his doubts. Of course, Zhao Qinglan didn't mention a word that shouldn't be mentioned.
After confirming that it was really the money given by the state, Father Zhao felt relieved. Since it was the money given by the state, there would be no problem.
"That's good. Dad is not afraid that you will be deceived into being a guinea pig." Nothing is as important as the safety and health of his child.
Having said this, I couldn't help but look at my daughter. "Then, what kind of martial arts did you hand in? Is it the Shenyu Heart Sutra that you practiced yourself?"
Zhao Qinglan: "No."
"Oh..." Father Zhao was stunned and said, "What is that?"
Zhao Qinglan: "Tai Chi Sutra."
Dad Zhao: "Tai Chi"
Zhao Qinglan: "Well, it's the inner strength and mental method."
In practicing Qigong, the main thing is internal strength.
If you don’t have internal strength, no matter how gorgeous your moves are, as long as you face someone with internal strength, you will only be beaten passively. Therefore, people who practice martial arts need to cultivate both internal and external skills.
It feels very powerful.
"I don't know what to say about this, but dad is very proud of you."
"Does this money need to be taxed?"
"No, this is after tax."
Father Zhao smiled, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise. "I didn't expect that such a good thing could happen." He didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it.
"Lanlan, are you saying that the God of Wealth has opened a back door for you?"
Father Zhao really thinks so.
It didn’t take long for my daughter’s savings to grow from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions.
To be honest, even if he works very hard in his life, he may not be able to earn even a little bit.
"It's so sudden."
"There is no mental preparation at all."
Zhao Qinglan: "Nothing."
"Wait a minute, how did the cooperation you mentioned work?"
"Well, it means cooperating with the official to publish martial arts books, and I will get 40% of the sales proceeds. The details will have to wait for further implementation."
"When the time comes, you will still need to sign."
His daughter is only eight years old this year.
We have already discussed cooperation with the country.
Hearing his daughter's clear tone, Jun Zhao felt numb.