Six-year-old Zhou Ping looked at the sixteen-year-old Meng Yu with his arms folded.

His eyes were clear and calm.

"My second uncle is the president of Huaishan Academy.

My dad has a copper pot.

My elder sister has half of the shares of Jinxiufang and 30% of the shares of your Qingyunxiufang.

My second sister has 10% of your shares in Qingyun Embroidery House.

And your father only has 20% of the shares of Qingyun Embroidery House. Why? Do you think you are richer than me?"

Meng Yu...

His eyes were wide open, and he looked at Zhou Ping in shock, and his mind suddenly buzzed.

His father only has 20% of the shares of Qingyun Embroidery House?

That's his embroidery workshop!

The corners of his eyes twitched and then twitched. Meng Yu seemed to have suffered a shocking thunder, which finally woke him up from his sleep.

"You said, my father only has 20%?"

Zhou Ping stared at Meng Yu for a moment, confirmed that he did not realize the problem until now, and nodded.

"Do you know what a top-notch playboy is?"

Meng Yu sat there muffled without saying a word.

Zhou Ping said: "The real playboy is not a playboy who is idle all day long and bullied the weak."

Although they seem to be unemployed, they know how to eat, drink and have fun, their stomachs are like grocery stores. They understand some aspects, and they are even proficient in some aspects.

If you don’t mention the distance, just talk about the nearest ones.

Zhao Dacheng, my Uncle Zhao, I am better than you. Do you think the Zhao family’s business is ruined in their hands?

Moreover, I, Uncle Zhao, is also proficient in painting, and she draws quickly and vividly.

Do you have any specialties?

You are so confident that when your business is transferred from your father to yours in the future, can you keep it?"

His parents didn't know how many times he had said these words in his ears, but he never really listened to them.

It's all considered trivial nagging.

But today, this situation popped out of the mouth of Zhou Ping, a six-year-old child, and he actually heard it by chance.

Looking at Zhou Ping, Meng Yu took a deep breath, "What kind of exchange do you want?"

Zhou Ping said, "I love reading. If you have good books, just do it."

Meng Yu...

You are simply making things difficult for me, Meng Yu!

A good book?

How can I judge which book is a good book and which book is a bad book?

Seeing Meng Yu's shoulders collapse, Li Er immediately said: "In fact, Pingzi is interested in books on military aspects."

Meng Yu's eyes moved.

military?

His family really has a lonely book!

When she thought of the book he used to placate the table, Meng Yu slapped his thigh and stood up, "I have a military book at home, I'll bring it to you."

Zhou Ping said, "Let Brother Li go with you. Today you can live in your house first. If I feel satisfied, we will have everything. If I am not satisfied, I will catch you tomorrow."

Meng Yu...

No matter what, there is an opportunity. As for tomorrow's affairs, let's talk about it tomorrow!

Meng Yu took Li Er away without saying a word.

In less than half an hour, Li Er came back with a ragged book.

"This is the Meng family's lonely book."

Zhou Ping could not wait and immediately took it.

The name of this book is "Zhou Luobu Bing".

Zhou Ping once said that when he was wandering in a second-hand book stall, he heard from the owner of the book stall.

The stall owner is a retired veteran and a military fan. His family has collected a lot of military books.

Unfortunately, his children and grandchildren were not interested in military affairs, and he was afraid that the books would be buried after he died, so he set up a second-hand book stall.

This is a strange book of soldiers and formations. Unfortunately, the prodigal son of the book stall owner was sold to the Meng family's wandering son at a price of valuation.

What a bad book.

The stall owner said with great regret that the book might have turned into a handful of ashes when it fell into the hands of the Meng son.

Since he got this, Zhou Ping has been trying to get this book.

But if he came directly to Meng Yu to ask for it or ask for it, he would definitely raise the price with Meng Yu's virtue.

After thinking about it, Zhou Ping thought of this method.

Last time he beat Meng Yu at Huaishan Academy, Meng Yu will definitely take revenge.

He just waited for Meng Yu to take action again, and then...

Then there are those things yesterday and today.

Although the book was not ruined by Meng Yu, it was also in a mess.

Zhou Ping tried to repair it, but he had no idea how to start, so he had to copy it with a light.

Here, Zhou Ping was eager to copy and learn about the knowledge in the book.

At that moment, Chen Li finally completed the task of tutoring Zhou Huaishan for one day.

After the table, Chen Li brought a cup of tea and closed his eyes to rest.

Li Erli replied in front of him: "When Meng Yu kidnapped Miss Yao last night, his subordinates discovered that Su Heng might be able to do Kung Fu."

Chen Li's expression was not moved, without a trace of surprise, as if he had known it for a long time.

He said with a hush, "Let Zhou Ping have more contact with him."

"yes."

The next morning.

Zhou Ping, who had copied the books in the middle of the night, still got up as usual to practice boxing and practice martial arts.

As the winter spirit faded and the spring spirit became stronger, the sky was already a little brighter when he got up.

After squatting at the horse stance, Zhou Ping was wiping sweat and drinking water, preparing to do the next item. An old woman walked to the door and said, "Young Master, the young master of the Meng family is asking for a meeting."

Zhou Ping...

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he turned his head to look at Li Er in surprise, "Why is he here again?"

Li Er shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Who knows."

"Let him come in."

The old lady took the order and left. After a moment, Meng Yu grinned and smiled.

"Yeah, you are practicing qigong again, you are so diligent."

Zhou Ping ignored his greetings, "What are you here to do?"

"I'll be a book boy for you."

Zhou Ping immediately looked at Meng Yu with a look of a psychopath, "Aren't you already being exchanged for the same amount?"

Meng Yu shook his head.

"This young master's life is worth ten thousand gold, and it is not comparable to a book. Last night, I thought about it and thought that being a person should be honest. I can't cheat you. The value of that book cannot be equal to me at all."

Zhou Ping...

Li Er...

The two looked at each other silently. Is this man stupid?

It should be!

He turned his head and frowned at Meng Yu with serious expression. Zhou Ping said, "No need, just have books, you can go."

"But you have to have a book boy, right? I think I'm very suitable."

Zhou Ping...

"I don't need a book boy now, you go."

"No, you need it."

Meng Yu said, lifting the kettle beside him, replenished the hot tea for Zhou Ping's teacup, turned his head and picked up the broom in the corner of the wall, and began to sweep the floor.

Zhou Ping looked at Meng Yu dumbfoundedly.

"You must have been possessed by a ghost?"

Meng Yu held the broom and said to Zhou Ping: "No, I am impressed by your glorious image, I bow to your pomegranate skirt!"

Zhou Ping...

He looked at Meng Yu suspiciously and wanted to break his six-year-old head, but he couldn't figure out what this playboy was going to do!
Chapter completed!