Chapter 1075

"Hello, president!"

"This is the first time I have seen you."

……

"Hello, I'm honored, too."

Zhao Shi and Yang Qiushui walked through the courtyard, and the people along the way looked at them rigidly and excitedly. Zhao Shi also paid back one by one, not neglecting because of their status and their fragile life less than 100 years old.

The people around him are very miscellaneous, ranging from boys in their 70s and 80s to teenagers. They have experienced the cruel society in huolianyu more than 40 years ago. They are very grateful and worship Zhao Shi, who has changed all this.

After the courtyard is the main house, traditional wooden style, low-key and elegant decoration, very style, not a bit vulgar nouveau riche.

Zhao Shi swept the house and put the situation in his eyes.

It was Zhao Dali who was served on the bed. He looked very old.

His face is full of deep wrinkles, even his eyes are covered, leaving only a trace of crack, turbid and dim. When I see Zhao Shi, he has an instant look and looks back.

There were more than ten people around, and his status seemed to be not low. But Zhao Shi only swept past an old man who could see the beautiful colors of his youth and an old man of 60 or 70 years old, curled up and dodgy in his eyes.

Zhao Dali's wife and son, up to now, seem to be 62 years old. Standing with Zhao Shi is like an old man and his grandson.

Zhao Shi bowed slightly in the face of Zhao Li's excited eyes: "I heard you wanted to see me, so I came."

There was a gentle smile on his face, and his action was meticulous, without any disrespect.

Zhao Dali's expression in his eyes quickly faded down and said bitterly: "sixty seven years ago, you are still like this. I don't understand. It's just some beating and scolding when I was a child. Why do you still refuse to forgive me for so many years? All the parents in Dongyuan slum educate their own sons in this way."

The voice was weak, intermittent and unclear in some places, but Zhao Shi, who had divine sense, could hear clearly.

"Maybe it's a different outlook on life." Zhao Shi calmly said: "but this does not affect our relationship. Not everyone in the world can get along happily, and there is no need to force them."

The light in Zhao Dali's eyes was even dimmer, leaving only a faint trace.

Is this the case with the strong martial arts?

In his eyes, family affection is of no importance. His own death to him is like the withered flowers on the roadside, which often happens, and can't even cause a ripple.

If he didn't attend the junior Blue Star college entrance examination and stayed in Dongyuan city to enter the factory after graduation from high school, would it be better than now?

Zhao Dali's muddy eyes wet down, vaguely recalling the appearance of more than 60 years ago, when they were dependent on each other. He was clever and sensible, and did not let people worry at all. His grades were also the best in the neighborhood.

"Master..." Seeing Zhao Dali's spirit more and more decline, but he refused to speak, the old woman beside the bed showed anxious color and pushed his hand.

She is more than ten years younger than Zhao Dali, and her life expectancy is relatively long. Now she looks strong.

"Rong Xiu, wu'er..." Zhao Dali barely mentioned a trace of spirit and said to Zhao Shi, "I want to ask you something."

"Please say, if it is in line with the national laws and regulations, I will try my best to do it."

Zhao Wu, who is already 60 or 70 years old, shrinks.

When he first came to huolianyu, he was very domineering and colluded with corrupt officials to do a lot of things. He was imprisoned for more than 20 years and was released recently.

In his opinion, his big brother is just like a ghost, cold and merciless, even refused to talk about a little bit of love.

"I don't have a chance in my whole life. I want wu'er to become a martial artist of true Qi and extend his life for another 200 years. I also want to make the Zhao family wu'er a branch of wealth and wealth from generation to generation, just like those great figures in the aristocratic family." Zhao Dali's eyes are full of hope and pleading.

He was a traditional Federalist and regarded blood as the continuation of his own life. It was not surprising to have such a concept. Moreover, he knew that Zhao Shi would certainly be able to do it. He only needed one meaning to go on without any effort.

Zhao Wu and his mother are anxious.

"First, Zhao Wu was promoted to Zhenqi state..." Zhao Shi's divine consciousness carefully scanned Zhao Wu's body and spirit.

He is 62 years old. He has almost no potential. His understanding of martial arts is very poor. He has a firm heart for martial arts and has never been constantly honed.

Zhao Wu blushed and bowed his head.

I and the king are brothers, but I am like a reptile in the sun, and I have no place to be proud of.

Zhao Shi pondered: "I will give Zhao Wu a Feitian level resources and related guidance, whether he can be promoted depends on himself. Martial arts can not be done by others."

Zhao Wu was extremely disappointed.

On his own, he doesn't have any confidence, even if the resources are particularly abundant.

"What about the wealth of the Zhao family from generation to generation?" Zhao Dali asked without interruption.He would never believe that a king could not help a mere warrior to be promoted, but he would not pay a huge price.

But he knew that Zhao Shi didn't have much feelings for himself, so he could only bear with himself.

"It's impossible."

Zhao Shi said lightly: "there is no natural nobility. Everyone should stand on the same starting line and become a strong martial arts man with his own efforts, intelligence and luck, and be rich and prosperous."

"What can I do with you?" Zhao Dali couldn't help it any longer. He roared and roared, his mouth overflowed with blood, and he coughed: "I gave birth to you, raised you, you owe me, you must do this!"

"If you don't promise me, I will die with my eyes closed, you unfilial son!"

The people around were silent.

It is rare for a king to be so scolded.

"It seems that our values are different and cannot be communicated." Zhao Shi stood up calmly and went out: "thank you very much for meeting you for a period of time in the endless universe. Now it's time to say goodbye."

It takes a lot of hard work to get the gorgeous porcelain, but it only needs a little push to the ground to break it.

Equality of all is an important part of the way of blood sea. Only by relying on this principle can we absorb outstanding talents of all nationalities in the world with maximum efficiency and jointly promote the progress of the road of long life in the sea of blood.

This is an iron principle, and anyone who tries to break it will be mercilessly attacked by him.

Don't say it's Zhao Dali. It's useless even if the parents are here.

Blood and kinship are not the reason to deprive others of their dreams. Everyone in the world is an independent individual. There are mutual obligations between raising and providing for the aged, which must be so, but only for this.

"The rebellious son Cough You can't die easily... "

Behind him came Zhao Dali's incessant angry scolding voice and more and more serious cough sound, finally gradually weak, disappeared.

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