"Uncle Eighteen, do you want the credit or not?"
As soon as they met, Zhao Ying rushed over and grabbed Hu Hai's big hand with a fierce gaze. Hu Hai was really unable to resist the warm and intimate energy as always.
Zhao Ying, as if he didn't see Hu Hai's expression, approached mysteriously and lowered his voice.
"I have a good idea to help my eldest father solve his problems. After I got such a good opportunity to make a contribution, I immediately thought of you, Uncle Eighteen. Who made us have such a good relationship..."
Although Hu Hai was a little skeptical of this guy's so-called "good idea", Zhao Ying's rhetoric was too tempting.
During these few days, he was worrying about how to please his grandson.
If you can really solve Aweng's problems and make a contribution, you can definitely make Aweng take a high look from now on. Isn't it much better than running to the palace a few more times? How come the eldest brother Fusu is so valued by Aweng? Isn't it because he can share his worries and solve his problems?
"What's a good idea?"
There are jujubes but no jujubes. Although this guy is reckless, sometimes he seems to have a bright mind. If it really works, you won't suffer any loss if you ask.
Hu Hai calmly retreated. This bitch must have eaten garlic early this morning, and the taste in his mouth was a bit strong.
"Of course it's a good idea. It's guaranteed to make us a lot of money, and it will also allow Uncle Eighteen to show his face in front of the court and the eldest father——"
Having said this, Zhao Ying grabbed Hu Hai's big hand with a simple and honest smile.
"I'm just too young, not qualified enough, I don't have any elders at the helm, and I'm afraid of being deceived by outsiders - otherwise, ahem, of course, the main reason is that we have a good relationship. When I see you, I feel cordial from the bottom of my heart... "
Hu Hai suddenly laughed in his heart.
He didn't believe even a single punctuation mark of the nonsense about having a good relationship with him, but he was not qualified enough and needed elders to take charge of the matter, nine out of ten times.
"It's not the place to talk outside. Let's go in and talk -"
Because I wanted to talk to Zhao Ying, I didn't take Zhao Ying to the living room, but took him directly to the study. As for the delicacies that Zhao Ying brought, although he was a little impatient and wanted to try them on the spot, did he really care about the dignity of the eighteenth son?
Hold it!
I, Hu Hai, am someone who wants to do great things!
"Winter is coming soon, and many people lack things to keep warm. I have a way to turn waste into treasure and make the charcoal that can be seen everywhere become as easy to burn as firewood..."
Having said this, Zhao Ying looked at Hu Hai very simply.
"Uncle Eighteen, are you interested in cooperating -"
"Are you serious? This kind of thing is no joke..."
Looking at the nephew with a determined look on his face, Hu Hai was a little unsure whether this bitch was just talking nonsense.
"Of course, you will know the authenticity of this kind of thing once you try it. How could I make such a joke with Uncle Eighteen..."
Zhao Ying stood up with an angry look on his face, got up and walked out.
"Since Uncle Eighteen you don't believe my nephew, forget it, I'll go find Uncle Seventh, Eighth, Ninth and others..."
This time, Hu Hai panicked and grabbed Zhao Ying's big hand.
"Believe, believe, believe, we are the closest uncle and nephew. If I don't believe you, who else can I believe? Tell me, what are the regulations and what should I do..."
Don't let a trace of undetectable smile flash in Zhao Ying's eyes.
The fish is hooked!
Immediately, the two people started a friendly, warm and in-depth communication in the study room.
A quarter of an hour later.
Zhao Ying walked away with satisfaction, leaving Hu Hai alone in the study, dazed and confused. He always felt that something was wrong, and it took him a long time to realize it.
How come you only got 30% of the shares if you paid for them, and that bitch just opened his mouth and took 70% of the shares, acting like he had suffered a big loss?
But if he doesn't agree, he's afraid that bitch will find other brothers to cooperate...
The more I think about it, the more frustrated I become.
Finally, I got angry and ate a big bowl of mutton steamed buns!
Hey, don’t mention it, that bitch does have a knack for cooking delicious food. This thing looks ordinary, but it tastes surprisingly good. With this skill, why don’t you become a cook!
Hu Hai thought angrily while drinking the delicious mutton soup.
Over-done.
Zhao Ying was in a good mood. Originally, he was just a lion, but he didn't expect that his eighteenth uncle was so generous and actually agreed. What a good man!
After only one trip to Prince Hu Hai's house, the problem of funds and manpower was solved in one fell swoop. Zhao Ying was not interested and went to the other uncles' houses himself. After ordering Mo and others to deliver mutton steamed buns from house to house, he went home.
Although Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relations.
But at present, improving one's own strength is still the best option. If the situation collapses and reaches an irreversible point, this is the basis for surviving in troubled times.
Work hard and exercise.
In the martial arts field in the back garden, Zhao Ying continued to sweat profusely.
After October 30th, it was the thirty-sixth year of the First Emperor, and he was one step closer to the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor. This sense of urgency, like a sword hanging over his head, made him dare not relax for a moment.
And the feeling of himself getting stronger also made him somewhat addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.
Stronger again!
The three-thousand-meter rapid obstacle course is officially approaching six minutes, and I can already try to swing the 100-pound stone lock. Although it is still a bit strenuous, judging from the current development rate, I believe that the day of ease and ease is not far away. !
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noon.
After washing up, Zhao Ying cooked by himself, stir-frying a portion of scrambled eggs with leeks, and a portion of soybean sprouts that he had just soaked. The soybean sprouts looked pretty good, with a white rhizome just exposed, and two yellowish ones on top. Douban.
The soybean sprouts at this time are the most delicious, and he liked them quite a lot in his previous life.
So after time travel, when there were not many vegetables to choose from, he immediately asked his servants to secretly try to brew it. This thing did not have much technical content, and the trial production was quickly successful.
Today is the first batch.
He planned to use it to honor his elder father first. He hoped that his old man would eat well and be strong. He would work hard to live a few more days and never die too early.
It doesn’t mean anything else, it’s mainly about filial piety.
My grandson is reluctant to bear your early death.
He asked the cook in the kitchen to cook a portion for his wife and younger brothers and sisters as he did. He took the food box and carefully packed the plates, and then asked someone to use a crock pot to fill a large pot with a large amount of minced meat. Lamb soup, this is prepared for myself.
Ordinary food cannot satisfy his appetite at all.
He originally wanted to use a bag, but it was too small and couldn't hold much. It didn't suit his tall and powerful temperament at all. Fortunately, the First Emperor didn't dislike the earthen pots, so he just used them.
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Xianyang Palace.
After the First Emperor finished reviewing the last volume of memorials, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to slap his waist. Seeing this, Zhao Gao hurriedly knelt forward, stretched out his palm, and imitated the way Zhao Ying did yesterday, giving the First Emperor a gentle slap.
Different from the massage techniques that Zhao Ying half understood, Zhao Gao himself is a top martial arts master, familiar with human body acupuncture points, and proficient in medicine. Although he took a glance at it yesterday, he understood the principles of Zhao Ying's techniques.
Therefore, after going back that day, he practiced repeatedly with the guards in his house and summed up a new set of techniques. At this time, when he massaged, he could identify the acupoints accurately and with appropriate strength, which was naturally much better than Zhao Ying.
But for some reason, the First Emperor always felt that there was something missing from Zhao Gao's massage. He glanced at the door of the hall from time to time, slightly wondering in his heart, why hasn't that brat come today?
At this moment, a figure flashed at the door of the hall, and the black man with gray temples strode in calmly.
"Your Majesty, there is news from the side of the stream..."
