I’m From an Ordinary Family, for Real!

I have long heard on the Internet that the parent-child relationship here is very weak. Many children are kicked out to become independent when they become adults, and the relationship with their families is very poor.

 It seems to be true? Look, they just killed all the children, awesome.

 Old Martinson didn't care about the offense in Chen Chu's words, and smiled: "No, not really, I just expelled them from the Martinson family.

 But I left them enough wealth to spend a lifetime, but this is far from compared to my property.

It is less than one billionth of the assets of the Martinson family. If I leave, these wealth will eventually fall into the hands of other families.

Those guys will tear the Martinson family apart like greedy vultures, swallow them piece by piece, and eat them clean. "

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Chu, his eyes neither happy nor sad.

"I don't want the Martinson family, which I have run for more than eighty years, to take advantage of those greedy vultures... They are like a group of greedy predators and executioners with never-satisfied desires, causing turmoil and strife around the world, and plundering others. of wealth and resources.”

While speaking, Old Martinson easily separated the Martinson family from those **** consortiums, and stepped on other consortiums without leaving a trace.

 It seems that the Martinson family is innocent and all the wealth is clean and pure, but in fact...the situation here is a matter of opinion.

 This is the art of language!

Chen Chu was stunned for a while, good guy, are you trying to force it on me?

“Master, Master Chen Chu, a sumptuous dinner has been prepared in the kitchen. It’s time to eat.” Old Johnny came over silently, bent down slightly and said.

 Old Martinson controlled the steering of the wheelchair and said to Chen Chu: "Let's go, let's eat."

Chen Chu followed, and Martinson did not mention the topic just now.

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After finishing a very authentic Chinese meal, Chen Chu looked confused. No, I have gone out to play, is it still Chinese food?

 Can't you change it to something else?

He also made this request to Old Martinson unceremoniously: "Old Martinson, please don't prepare Chinese food for me anymore. Let me do as the Romans do."

 The name ‘Old Martinson’ was what Old Martinson strongly requested Chen Chu to call him. He said that this kind of interaction and title made him feel very comfortable.

Rather than being too unfamiliar.

Old Martinson stopped talking. Several maids quickly stopped their chopsticks and knives and forks and wiped the corners of his mouth. When Chen Chu saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched. It was really... so luxurious.

 One meal, served by seven people...

 Old Martinson said: "I thought you wouldn't be able to get used to the food here. Many Chinese people don't like our food very much."

Chen Chu: “No, no, no, although my country’s food culture is the best in the world, I’m tired of eating and want to eat something else.

 Just like if you are tired of eating big fish and meat, it would be nice to have some vegetables and radish. "

Several maids lowered their heads and said nothing, but one of them was still quite unconvinced. What? Is the food culture of our free country not as good as that of Dahua?

  After all, the misleading news in free countries for so many years is fatal to the brainwashing of people at the bottom.

 Some white people look down on yellow people from the bottom of their hearts, especially the Chinese.

Unfortunately, she is one of them, but she did not have this idea when facing Chen Chu. In her opinion, Chen Chu is a different Chinese (in the future, he will be super rich, and may be the owner of the Martinson Consortium)

Martinson didn’t mind the subtext in Chen Chu’s words. At his level, he had long thought of not being limited to the so-called country and nation.

“Then I’ll invite you to try our country’s food tonight. I hope you like it.” Old Martinson said.

That night, Chen Chu ate food from a foreign country as he wished. It had an exotic flavor (he was not used to it).

After staying in the castle for a night, Chen Chu fell asleep, and then he dreamed of old Martinson reaching out to him: "Be my son, and the Martinson Consortium will be yours if you become my son..." Chen Chu was so frightened that he lost his mind. He just beat old Martinson away, and then he had to help him retrieve his broken body and put him back together, and then...Old Martinson, this old man, was alive again?

Then old Martinson said to him again: "Be my son..."

 It’s endless.

What a weird and outrageous dream.

After Chen Chu got up, he couldn't help but shudder. He felt that he would never be able to look directly at old Martinson again. Whenever he saw him, he would think of that strange and outrageous dream.

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At this time, everyone in the Divine Assistance Association held a short video conference.

　　Virtual projections of everyone appeared in the conference room. After everyone was gathered, Alexander asked: "Why should the meeting be held suddenly?"

“Why is there no old Martinson?” Alexander looked around and asked with a sparse brow.

Everyone glanced at him, wondering whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

 An old white man asked: "The Son of God seems to be from a free country. What do you think?"

“That old guy Martinson didn’t inform us. Does he think we don’t know?”

“Don’t say you have these things, I’m asking you what to do, Mr. President, what do you think?” The old white man who just spoke asked the President of the free country.

The president responded quickly. He said: "Gentlemen, just make your decision. I will support all your decisions."

 A group of old white men looked at each other and were very satisfied with the president's answer.

 “Then we decided to contact him!”

"agree!"

"agree!"

"agree!"

Alexander, a staunch old Martinson supporter, suddenly said: "Have you ever thought about a question, if someone really gains his friendship, will he share the holy spring?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then their eyes flickered and they stopped talking.

Mr. President did not speak either. He knew that in this situation, he and the congressmen had no right to speak. He was just a puppet pushed out by these giant capital tycoons.

"Look, you yourselves are not sure." Alexander looked around at the crowd, suddenly stood up and looked down at the crowd and asked: "What if someone takes the place of old Martinson and gains his friendship, and he doesn't take out the holy spring? Did you share it?”

 “How sure are you that you can win among so many competitors?”

Alexander directly said: "I quit. This is a huge gamble with my life, but it is meaningless."

As long as he doesn't have any bad thoughts about Old Martinson and Chen Chu, and as long as he doesn't make any mistakes, the holy spring baptism every fifteen days will continue forever.

Then why did he take the huge risk to offend old Martinson?

 This was an investment with unequal risks and returns, so he chose to exit.

Alexander directly disconnected the holographic video projection, and then several more people disconnected the video and chose to exit.

 The final meeting also ended with an anticlimactic result.

 But after Alexander went offline, he immediately arranged for someone to contact Chen Chu. Yes, he would not think about replacing the old Martinson's position, but wouldn't he become second?

 But suddenly, a blue light screen popped up in front of Mr. President’s eyes: ‘Ding, the system is bound! '(End of chapter)