"This...uncle, you have tea!"

Li Jian stood tremblingly, while Zhao Linger stood next to Li Jian with an expressionless face and looked at her father.

Zhao Weizheng has always been serious, but he can't be serious about Li Jian. The reason is very simple. Both daughters are stuck by him!

"You little brat continue, is Huier really that good living there?"

"Of course, I'm a little boss on our side. Other troops eat braised vegetables all day long, and my troops are all greasy every time..."

A young master unceremoniously suppressed the strength of the independent detachment on himself, and he forgot about those who worked hard for the time being.

Sure enough, Li Jian has sold many people to please his father-in-law.

"I have heard of this. I have heard from friends from the National Palace that your independent brigade is strong and the Japanese generally dare not fight!"

This is bragging. A division of A-type attacks with all its strength can definitely defeat the independent brigade. But the problem is that the Japanese are short of troops and their soldiers' qualities are declining.

Therefore, it is impossible to eat the Independent Travel with such a big move.

"But that doesn't mean Hui'er lives in the gun all day long!"

you do not say!

Li Jian answered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

However, as a soldier, she is on the front line, and there is no safe place. As a political commissar, she is so unsafe, let alone other positions.

"Uncle, this is what the front line is like, but Huier is a civilian. Generally, I don't let her go to the front line. He needs more logistics issues in the back!"

In fact, the political commissar is generally not in the rear, and even needs to lead when charging, which is much more dangerous than the commander. Li Jian took on this task himself and asked Zhao Yiyi to deal with the logistics issues.

"Then I don't care. If I can't see a good Huier in the future, I will not let you go even if I have a finger missing!"

"Okay, okay!"

Not to mention Lao Zhao, even Li Jian himself would not let him go, and he would definitely not let Zhao Yiyi get hurt.

"Okay, since this matter is over, let's talk about the betrothal gift!"

"Oh oh ~ ah ~?"

Originally, Li Jian just wanted to nod his head, but who knew that Zhao Weizheng suddenly asked such a question. Seeing Li Jian so surprised, he couldn't help but ask with a stern face:

"What's wrong, do you have any objection?"

"No, no, the betrothal gift matter should be your talk with my dad, why did you tell me about this?"

Li Jian wanted to push it over because things were really big.

"No, I'll talk to you!"

Lao Zhao is angry and insists on talking about this matter with you, Young Master Li San, but others can't talk about it.

"What kind of betrothal gift is my uncle want?"

The Li family has money, but it’s just a betrothal gift. Giving more than 100,000 yuan of dollars should be able to solve it. Moreover, the Zhao family does not seem to be short of money. His family is all daughters, so they should donate the money to support the War of Resistance.

Like Li Jian, I don’t know how much money I secretly transferred from the Li family’s account to the vice chairman. The Li family definitely did it to support the Eighth Route Army’s War of Resistance.

"first……"

"After ten Japanese generals' heads, this life must be slapped on Huier's head, which is considered an honor for my old Zhao family!"

Ahem~

Li Jian didn't know what to say, he hadn't killed several Japanese generals. Is it so easy for Japanese generals to kill? He even had ten of them as soon as he opened his mouth?

"No, no, no, uncle, this is too difficult. I can do ten Japanese assistants. As for generals, let alone ten, it is very difficult to even one!"

The Japanese general is very valuable, even the general of power, because in the eyes of the Japanese, not everyone can get the position of general.

"Then... I don't care. You have to give me some of the past betrothal gifts that the Zhao family can see!"

Well, Lao Zhao is really angry and wants a betrothal gift.

The third young master was smart. As soon as he heard his father-in-law say this, he immediately prepared his words.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm ready for this desirable betrothal gift. Can you give the Zhao family a hundred thousand oceans to make it a betrothal gift?"

Li Jian's heart was bleeding from a hundred thousand oceans. If it weren't for the Zhao family, he would probably not have been hiding like this. Even if he was using the Li family's money, he still felt sorry for him.

No, I have to find an opportunity to cheat the Japanese and get the money out, otherwise his little heart would not be able to stand it!

Originally, Li Jian thought that Mr. Zhao should agree to so much money, but unexpectedly, Zhao Weizheng stood up and shouted:

"Bah!"

"Who do you think of me, Zhao Weizheng, as? What's the use of money? And it's only 100,000 yuan. My daughter is too worthless!"

OK, Lao Zhao doesn't like money. Even if it's a waste of time, only a guy like Li Jian who loves money like life will value money so seriously.

"Then...this way! Do you think this is OK..."

Li Jian said something quietly in Lao Zhao's ear, and Aunt Zhao and Zhao Ling'er beside him were curious about what Li Jian was saying.

But just like after Li Jian finished speaking, Lao Zhao slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly:

"Okay, just do it! You can't regret it!"

Li Jian could see that Lao Zhao is the same as the old man, who values ​​fame but not profit, and is even more contrary to himself.

What he promised Zhao Weizheng was very simple, that is, after returning to the Eighth Route Army, the Li family would donate a sum of money to the Eighth Route Army in the name of the Zhao family, and then the Independent Detachment would just indicate the Zhao family's aid merit after winning a victory.

Of course, it would be even better if you advertise it!

"This betrothal gift is good!"

Old Zhao was not old-fashioned. Just as he was thinking about continuing to talk to Li Jian, the butler outside suddenly came in again and said to Li Jian hesitantly:

"San Young Master, there are a group of people outside!"

"Um?"

"Who?"

"The person who led the lead seemed to be Mr. Matsushima, and he also brought many people over. The people behind him looked full of flesh on their faces, and I don't know if it was..."

Li Jian laughed when he heard this. Old Songdao was probably helpless. This time they were defeated miserably. They wanted to suppress Li Jian through Murakami, but they were killed by Li Jian. They wanted to send someone to assassinate Li Jian, so they were almost killed by his own people.

Li Jian probably vomited a lot of blood in Lao Songdao.

"Don't be afraid, I punched them, the Japanese in the village. If these people dare to do anything wrong, I will take care of them one by one!"

Li Jian’s words are not a joke. If he kills these Japanese, he will just have a reasonable excuse to call him OK.

The Americans in the concession already hate these short guys. They still want benefits without money, so how can American businessmen who are profit-intensive tolerate it?

The United States is a commercial country. You don’t pay for buying things now. If you buy them on credit, who will hate you!

And the Japanese are just like this, so the relationship between the two sides is a little nervous now.

"Hurry, let them come in! Just get a few benches for them to sit on. Don't use any good tea like West Lake Longjing. Each person has a cup of boiled water. Do you like to drink it if you like it!"

Well, the third young master's face leaked out again.
Chapter completed!