Since he realized that he might become another catalyst for another wave of foreign experts and scientists to come to China, Guan Yin was pondering, wondering whether this luck would be too good?

God gave him all such a beautiful wife, such a cute daughter, such a hardworking and kind parents, such a simple and kind brother and sister. This is not counted. The identity of a great master is enough for him to gain a foothold in the official ladder, and now he has made a little famous in the cultural world. It is amazing that ordinary people have this opportunity, and he has occupied it all, which makes this guy start to consider the issue of Kang Long's regret.

This is a philosophical problem and a life problem.

"I've been floating lately." Guan Yin said to herself with certainty, "You have to calm down and show less attention."

But Mr. Fang destroyed this wish first.

"Don't even think about it." Mr. Fang scolded, "What are you afraid of?"

I was afraid that I would send a few, and I was afraid that God would not be able to control me, so I would play with myself.

Guan Yin asked for instructions: "When I was watching autumn seeds, can I give me a holiday to go back to farm? It won't take more than two months."

That's purely beautiful.

Mr. Fang calculated: "This time you go back, you have to take your small team to rehearse. You can't let you come on and you can't produce good works, right?"

That can't.

But why can't I take it to the village for training?

This guy suddenly started to plan to return to Guanyin Village to work behind closed doors.

Mr. Fang did not approve and calculated: "Also, during the military parade, you have to be the commander-in-chief of the military band, you have to learn, right?"

This requires learning, not because you can’t do it, but because you are not proficient.

Mr. Fang said: "Then the question is, military band, you can't bring the art troupe with you, right?"

Guan Yin didn't understand, so he asked, "Why can't it be a military band?"

"In recent years, there have been too many silences, men are feminized, and culture is feminized. This phenomenon is extremely serious and must be reversed." Mr. Fang made a request, "During the military parade, I will hear passionate and overwhelming singing, so I will give you a task. After you go back, you will immediately start to form a brand new temporary choir. The military band doesn't have to worry about it, there are ready-made ones, but the choir must be masculine, passionate, and with the sound of gold and iron. I don't care where you find people, and give you a privilege. You can select people from any unit. Of course, it's best to choose from the army and select hundreds of people. At that time, I hope that you can use your singing to make people who have a covetous heart of the empire frightened. In addition, when the atmosphere is at that time, you can choose what songs you want, and in short, I will give you one principle, I will give you the chorus and military band."

Guan Yin thought about it and felt a little embarrassed. Isn’t he too domineering?

"You are just a knife, don't think about being a gorgeous scepter. You have to be a knife with a flashing cold light, and have the momentum to defeat all dissatisfied people. Domineering is domineering, don't think about retreating, there is no possibility." Mr. Fang clearly instructed, "I guess you kid wants privileges. Tell me, you really know how to find time to reach out."

Guan Yin smiled and asked for power: "Then I have to give me the power to lead the team to train in the training place of the parade team."

That's it?

"No problem." Mr. Fang waved his hand and completely followed.

Guan Yin did not mention any conditions, nor did he have any conditions, so he asked Mr. Fang: "What else is there?"

Mr. Fang reminded: "You can't forget the national flash the day before, right? You don't need to have a snack on the first performance of the party with your little cutie?" Mr. Fang was very disgusted, "Zhao Fulei is about to arrive in the capital. Don't you run and be diligent, waiting to get beaten?"

There was a burst of laughter in the minibus.

Guan Yin was very surprised: "Who is Zhao Fulei? I have heard these three words a lot these two days."

Bang-

Mr. Fang slapped the grandmaster on the neck and scolded: "You are a son-in-law, it would be unreasonable to not wait for the three father-in-law to join forces to beat you up. Don't pretend to be like me. I ask you, are you thinking of a way to deal with it? At this critical moment, don't cause conflicts for me. You are the empire's own son now, so you have to know what to do."

Guan Yin was frowning, how could he do it?

Why……

"No, what are you calling me three father-in-laws? Did my father-in-law agree to this?" Guan Yin thought it was wrong and quickly clarified, "But you have to say it well, this is the slander you imposed on me. My father-in-law is currently the only one in Vice Courtyard Jing. Our father-in-law has a very harmonious relationship!"

Yes, Vice Court Jing has no choice but to do anything to you, but you have the right to say that the relationship between the father-in-law and son-in-law is harmonious?

Seeing the car coming to the place where the team accompanied the inspection team, Mr. Fang reminded: "You have been causing a lot of trouble these two days. Don't let others pay attention to you later. Davarishi, who is all traditional friendship, will be able to live up to some things."

Guan Yin was confused, what did you say? Why can’t I understand?

This person could not be dealt with, so Mr. Fang simply ignored it.

Just when he got off the bus, Guan sneezes two big shots, and Mr. Fang couldn't help laughing: "It's just afternoon in China. I guess it's either your fans scold you or Zhao Fulei scolds you."

It’s understandable for fans to scold me, those people are cheating, but why did Zhao Fulei scold me?

Mr. Zhao is really scolding Guan.

He leaned against the lounge chair and was swaying under the shade of the tree. Mr. Zhao was awakened by his wife. When he saw that there were several large boxes beside him, all of which were full of food and drink. He couldn't help but be furious and said, "Why are you buying so many delicious foods? How long has the girl been back? It's probably only one night. Why are you buying so many things?"

Mr. Zhao knew in his heart that it must have been bought for a well-known bastard, but he was not happy. Why should I buy delicious food for you guys with my hard work?

My wife advised: "Don't be excited, this was not bought for that kid."

Oh, that's OK.

Mr. Zhao flipped through it carefully, looked up at his wife, speechless.

It’s all the snacks that children like to eat. Needless to ask, it must be given to the daughter of a well-known bastard. How can I reason about it?

"It's not a big girl's baby, and I'm not sure I'm interested in it." Mr. Zhao muttered, but picked out all the food that was not suitable for children and threw it aside.

The old man smiled with his lips pursed. She had a way to treat the old man. She asked the old man to participate in the preparation work, so that the old man felt relieved.

"That doll is so good. She looks good and kisses the big girl." My wife muttered, "When will the big girl bring us a baby? I'm jealous when I look at the baby from whom, I'm jealous."

Mr. Zhao thought about it for a while and asked his wife quietly: "You said that if the eldest girl had a son in the future, she would have someone who could follow our surname Zhao, is that true?"

My wife was very angry.

"You Zhao Fulei are not without a son, what do you want to do?" The wife was angry.

Mr. Zhao muttered: "Can my son compare with my daughter's son? Can I compare with my son? I am such a good daughter, and I have nothing left at home. I feel uncomfortable and have no time to think about it."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhao scolded angrily: "That little bastard, I must beat him to death when I see me this time."

My wife ignored it. She was even more worried that her bandit-like son would be beaten to death by Comrade Xiao Guan. He had a bad temper. I guess Comrade Xiao Guan dared to go back to Fudu this time, and the two of them had to fight.

"I'm worried." Mr. Zhao saw this clearly, "That little bastard is a traitor!"
Chapter completed!