Godly Fisherman

"It's really hot here!" Qian Congcong walked out of the airport, but Xiao Peng looked left and right like a thief.

"Brother Peng, what are you doing?" Tang Fang was puzzled.

Xiao Peng sighed, "I'm looking at whether our lives are guaranteed!"

"Um? What do you mean?" Tang Fang asked curiously.

Xiao Peng's eyes lit up suddenly: "Robert! Robert Walpole! Here I am!"

Robert, the housekeeper of the old witch, came to pick herself up in person, which shows a problem: Emilia did not drive!

Robert also saw Xiao Peng and walked over with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, welcome to Los Angeles."

Xiao Peng looked around: "It's really nice that you are here. I have been worried that Emilia should never drive over again. Where is Emilia?"

Robert said: "Miss Emilia is preparing food with your mother there."

Xiao Peng blinked, what are they doing?

Robert smiled and said, "You will know when you go."

Xiao Peng introduced the children and Qian Congcong and Tang Fang to Robert. After he greeted them politely, he asked them to get in the car together.

Qian Congcong asked in a low voice, "Brother Peng, this is the housekeeper of Emilia's house? Her house seems to be in good condition. Shall we follow along? I have already booked the hotel!"

He didn't know Emilia's family background. After all, Emilia and Xiao Peng were together, not like those ladies, who usually wear gold and silver. Looks like a girl next door.

Xiao Peng smiled and said: "What do you book a hotel for? I retired! Follow me, Emilia's family background is much better than you think."

Qian Congcong nodded after hearing this: "I can see it!"

The car that came to pick them up was a Hummer H8. The eight-meter-long body was absolutely eye-catching.

After getting in the car, there is a long leather sofa, a bar counter, a panoramic sunroof on the top, and an optical fiber lighting setting. That's a beautiful one. The ECB factory's patented design and custom-made car roof with colorful stars and crystal wine utensils make people think that they are in Las Vegas rather than in a car. The rosé champagne that Robert poured for several people was illuminated by the lights, and it made people feel the taste of drunkenness.

Xiao Ge was a little dumbfounded. He looked at the bumps here and there, like a curious baby.

"Dad, this car is too good, why don't you buy one?" Xiao Ge asked curiously.

Xiao Peng shrugged: "I'm not interested. I drove this car to drink everywhere? But when you come to school here, you will see a lot of things like this in the future. After all, this is a paradise for the rich."

Xiao Ge became excited: "Dad, you are also a rich man. Does that mean that we are in heaven now?"

After everyone heard it, Xiao Peng laughed, but Xiao Peng shook his head: "From now on, you will be ordinary students here. Except for a few members of the school board, no one knows your identity. You are ordinary. Children, Xiao Ge, Xiao Yi, you two will have three hundred dollars in pocket money every month, while Via is four hundred!"

"Why does Wei Ya have a hundred more than us?" Xiao Ge protested.

"Because she is a girl!" Xiao Peng said lightly: "If you are willing to cut off your little JJ, I will give you one hundred dollars more!"

Xiao Ge stopped talking after listening.

Xiao Peng said: "You will live on campus here. If you have any questions, Robert will take care of you. You have to treat you with the most respect. I am not here. You must listen to him. If you let me know what you have Excessive things...I think you understand!"

Speaking of this, he sighed: "I told you a heart-wrenching remark. I took you in at the time, just out of compassion. We didn't have much feelings. But since I took you in, I hope you have more Good life, after so many years, you are all part of the family! I hope you must remember that you are not living for me, everything you do now is for your own future life to lay the foundation! I Let’s just put it this way. In the future, you originally intended to be a dude, and we can’t afford it! I have the ability to support you for a lifetime, but do you want your life to be like that? Ask yourself what kind of person you want to be in the future, and then Just move on to that goal! Even if you fail, don’t leave any regrets for yourself! This is the only requirement I want for you!"

After hearing this, Tang Fang applauded, and then curiously asked, "Children, do you have your own goals in life?"

"Yes!" Wei Ya replied without hesitation: "I want to have my own career like my sister Gina!"

Tang Fang smiled: "Yeah, I don't see that this is still a strong woman in the future, so what kind of career do you want to pursue?"

Wei Ya shook her head: "I haven't figured it out yet. Just like my father said, this is a matter of my life. I can't make a choice casually! The world will change. A good choice will have other results over time, so I can’t make a choice early. Instead, I want to use this opportunity to continuously enrich my vision and broaden my horizons instead of rushing to make the wrong choice.”

Qian Congcong was happy after hearing this: "Well, I am really scared now that I will become a'unpromising uncle' in the future, at least Wei Ya is likely to surpass me. I can't tell when she is this age. In this case, it is a villain!"

Xiao Peng laughed: "Qian Congcong, if Wei Ya can really do what she said, plus my resources, it is really not impossible for her to surpass you in the future. You can work hard, or else It will be ashamed to let Via pass you from now on!"

"It's normal for the back waves of the Yangtze River to push the front waves." Qian Congcong said indifferently: "Xiao Yi, what about you? Do you have any goals?"

Xiao Yi's personality is relatively introverted. After hearing Qian Congcong's words, he replied: "Uncle Qian, I am not as pursued as Wei Ya. I just like painting, and I like the free and easy feeling of Chinese ink painting. I will think about it in the future. Take the paintbrush and draw what you see!"

Qian Congcong laughed after hearing this: "You said, what would it be like if Xiao Yi became a Chinese painter in the future? A white Chinese painter?"

Xiao Peng gave Xiao Peng a white look: "Narrow-minded! Xiao Yi, don't listen to him. The happiest thing for a person is to do what you like to do in your life. I don't ask you to become a great painter, as long as you like painting. Just keep painting and do what you want to do happily for the rest of your life."

Qian Congcong asked curiously: "Xiao Peng, since Xiao Yi likes to paint, why don't you let him aim to become a well-known painter?"

"You know what a fart!" Xiao Peng said to Qian Congcong: "If you want to become a painter, you have to face all kinds of people gesticulating, and then in order to cater to the market, the painting style will be changed more or less. You don't need to cater to the market so much, just paint what you want! Xiao Yi, paint well! I'm waiting to see your work!"

Xiao Yi smiled embarrassedly after hearing this: "Dad, my goal is actually very simple, just to be close to you in painting."

Tang Fang asked curiously: "Why not transcend but approach?"

Xiao Yi was also helpless after hearing this: "I originally wanted to surpass my dad, but as I learned more about Chinese paintings, the more I understood that dad's painting skills and calligraphy cannot be surpassed."

Qian Congcong and Tang Fang were taken aback when they heard this: "Brother Peng, you still do this? Are you kidding me?"

Xiao Peng shrugged and said, "It's just casual writing, drawing and painting, not as exaggerated as Xiao Yi said. Children, are they blindly worshiping their parents. It's not impossible for Xiao Yi to surpass me. Xiao Yi, I too I have prepared a gift for you. I bought 10,000 red-star rice papers, 5,000 sheets of Shengxuan for you to practice Gongbi, and 5,000 sheets of cooked Xuan for you to practice freehand brushwork. When will you use up all these 10,000 sheets of paper? Now, your drawing skills should be pretty good!"

Qian Congcong was speechless after hearing this: "10,000 pieces of drawing paper? Damn, how many years will it take to paint? Are you going to exhaust this child?"

After Xiao Yi heard this, he smiled and said, "There are only 10,000 sheets? Dad, you wait to order paper for me in the future!"

"Yes, the child of a madman is also a madman!" Qian Congcong suddenly looked at Xiao Yi after speaking, "It seems that the wiser thing for me now is to ask you for a painting. I have a hunch that you will become a master in the future. !"

Xiao Yi said, "Uncle Qian, then you should ask my dad for works. He is now a master! At least among the people living in China, there is no better than my dad!"

"The more you talk, the more exaggerated!" Qian Cong was clever and didn't believe it.

"Qianliyan has my father's studio, and he taught me painting there. Didn't you go in and see it?" Xiao Yi asked rhetorically.

Qian Congcong shook his head: "It seems that I'm going to see it next time. Xiao Ge, what is your goal in the future?"

Xiao Ge waited for a long time, and finally it was his turn. He cleared his throat and said with a triumphant expression: "My goal is only one, and I will become a man like Uncle Mengzi from now on!"

"Damn!" Xiao Peng couldn't help but swear!

Qian Congcong laughed: "I said you spend all day soaking in the gym, you have to relax a little, that's a monster! By the way, Brother Peng, why didn't you follow me?"

Xiao Peng shrugged, "God knows what the **** is that guy! A few days ago, two people suddenly and Lao Pan secretly said that they were going out, and they didn't tell me what they were going to do. If they didn't bring both Together with my family, I suspect that the two of them have some ulterior affair."

"If you have a wife and children, you can't have **** with J? I always think Yang Meng and Pan Peiyu are the couple." Qian Congcong said with a smirk.

And after hearing what Qian Congcong said, Xiao Ge turned out to be the happiest.

"What are you laughing at?" Qian Congcong asked puzzledly.

Xiao Ge took out his phone and looked at Qian Congcong with a smirk: "I have recorded what you said, Uncle Qian, how much do you plan to pay for the silence?"