88 The Big Family Behind the Mine Mission
"Hmm!"
In the whole big bedroom, the mountains, waterfalls and streams, trees and flowers are clearly visible in the distance.
There are more than a dozen strong warriors standing on both sides of the bedroom, and the four masters also surround a gray-haired old man on a huge single sofa against the wall like stars holding the moon.
The slender shape of this sofa is like a bed. The two armrests on both sides are arranged with more than a dozen buttons in a very orderly manner, in charge of many complex functions.
Its comfort is definitely not clear in a few words.
In the 20th century, people would call it a sofa, but in this era, it has a louder name, called the longevity chair, also known as the Dream God Temple.
This nunnery, which means the temple, means spiritual sustenance and the protection of dreams.
It can be seen that this old man must be very busy, often overuses his brain, and is often in an extremely nervous mental state.
Everyone's spirit was tense, and they all heard the old man's cold humming, mixed with extremely strong dissatisfaction with the Situ family.
"Situ Ren, Situ Ren, what are you that you dare to accuse me?"
"You are looking at our many forces in the south. If you haven't made any action for too long, you think we are really afraid of you?"
"I didn't expect that you would be more reckless this time and extend your dog's paws to the Pan family!"
"Don't think that our two families are divided into north and south, and I can't do anything to you!"
"In reality, I may not dare to do anything to you for the time being, but in the mysterious space, it is not certain!"
"Hahahaha..."
The old man laughed recklessly and seemed to release his long-accumulated dissatisfaction.
Four masters, more than a dozen warriors stood around the old man without any expression, but quietly watched the old man talking to himself.
It took a long time for the old man's dissatisfaction to be completely released.
A master immediately steadily delivered the tea liquid that had just been fashioned, with a light fragrance and a very calming function, to the old man.
The old man took a small cup and began to taste it slowly.
A warrior went to the door, gently opened the side door, and walked into a middle-aged warrior.
In terms of dress, he belongs to a senior manager in the family.
After the middle-aged warrior came in, he just stood quietly at the door and was sent a message by the receptionist.
After a while, the warrior brought the middle-aged warrior to the old man.
"The younger Zhao Qinyue has met the old patriarch."
Zhao Qin came to the old man and knelt down, knocked his head heavily, and said in an extremely respectful tone.
"Ha ha!"
The old man found it interesting and smiled softly.
"You are quite abiding by the rules, unlike some young people who don't kowtow when they see their ancestors and become more and more forgetful!"
The old man waved his hand gently, and Zhao Qinyue quickly stood up and came to the side closer to the old man to stand obediently.
"What's the matter, tell me."
The old man's mood improved slightly and said lightly.
"Old patriarch, there is one thing to tell the younger generation!"
This old man likes this tedious way of advice the most, as if it is closely related to his age.
"Tell me. I'm listening."
With that, the old man gradually fell asleep and began to dozed off.
Seeing the old man's tired state, Zhao Qinyue quickly said:
"Old patriarch, according to reliable information, an unrivaled genius has recently appeared in our southern killer group."
"It's a big deal. I just made an exception to use the leap-level authority to report this matter to the old patriarch! Ask the patriarch to make a decision.
In order to make the old patriarch hear clearly, Zhao Qinyue raised his voice slightly and said.
"Oh? Is there such a thing?"
The old man's half-opened and half-closed eyes opened a little more.
His face is full of wrinkles, like layers of waves, deeply depicting the glory he once had on his face.
It is an unknown history of family development, a legendary experience that countless bigwigs who know the inside story should be admired.
"Yes."
"In the sixth training camp managed by Gongsun Bishui, a nine-year-old middle-level martial artist appeared."
"According to the information from the intelligence department, the future potential of this child may be immeasurable, and even when he grows up smoothly, it is not impossible to be promoted to the throne, the emperor and the saint!"
Speaking of this, Zhao Qinyue suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed his head without saying a word, as if he was voluntarily accepting punishment for his behavior that had just offended the old patriarch.
"Oh?"
The muscles on the old man's face seemed to have atrophied and suddenly trembled.
He looked into the distance for a long time before he slowly said:
"What do you plan to do?"
Hearing the old patriarch's slightly commendation, Zhao Qin said slowly:
"The younger generation thinks that this child's future achievements are unlimited."
"If we can make a heavy investment in him now, perhaps our status in the whole of China will change substantially in the future."
"At that time, this child will be promoted to the king, emperor, and even the saint."
"Our Zhao family no longer has to look at the face of the Gongsun family, and it is not even impossible to enter the university."
"At that time, my Zhao family will also change to Tianzhao family, so that it will become famous overseas."
Zhao Qinyue described it with a little excitement.
"Oh."
I thought that the old patriarch would support his suggestion very much, but I didn't expect that the old patriarch just sighed faintly and said nothing more.
Zhao Qinyue doesn't want to leave like this, and the old patriarch doesn't seem to have the intention of sending guests off.
Zhao Qinyue knelt in the old patriarch's bedroom for three days and three nights.
Although eating or drinking for three days and nights does not have much physical impact on a warrior, mentally, Zhao Qinyue seems to have been tortured by three years of abyss imprisonment.
In the past three days, he dared not have a slightly big breath, dare not make a small move, dare not have any idea of blaspheming the old man, dare not have...
Even the sweat on the body must be controlled in the body to prevent it from spilling out the slightest smell.
Too many taboos make middle-aged people a little unstable.
Finally on the fourth night, the old man woke up in a daze, looked at Zhao Qinyue in surprise and asked:
"Why are you here?"
"What's the matter?"
Hearing the old man's gloomy words, Zhao Qinyue couldn't help fighting a cold war, so he barely stabilized his mood and said tremblingly:
"The younger generation came to report to you that they found an unrivaled genius in our southern killer group."
"When he is only nine years old, he has been promoted to a middle-level combat division."
"From the description of the Intelligence Department..."
Hearing the old man ask, Zhao Qinyue repeated the old man's words when he came.
The old man seemed to remember something and nodded slightly and said:
"It's up to you."
"I know that you have also supported that recovery city for a long time. Since you have this foresight, I won't interfere too much in your junior affairs.
"However, since you have found me, and I know more or less about this matter."
"In the future, this matter will be left to you, and anything can be handled by you. If there is anything too important, just report it to me directly.
After saying this, the old man waved his hand, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Before Zhao Qinyue could move, he was sent out by a master like a chicken, for fear that he would disturb the old man's rest.
After being sent out, Zhao Qinyue fled for his life and left the old man's mansion.
As soon as he came out of the gate, he sweated profusely, as if the sweat from his whole life was not as much as these three.
But he clearly knew that he had finally escaped from the ghost gate.
As long as he handles this matter well, his position in the Zhao family will certainly increase day by day in the future!