Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Daddy, daddy!"

At Ocean Park in Hong Kong, the chubby little rice dumpling was held in Du Yongxiao's arms, shouting "Daddy" inarticulately.

He put his little finger in his mouth, sucked on it, saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth to his hand, and used his hand to pull Du Yongxiao's hair.

Not only was Du Yongxiao not angry, he also laughed happily.

Jiang Ling'er followed him, watching Du Yongxiao take the dumplings to watch the dolphin show and ride the merry-go-round, feeling full of happiness in her heart. At this moment, all revenge and hatred are far away.

Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian were waiting beside Du Yongxiao as bodyguards. They were speechless from time to time as they watched Du Yongxiao interact with Xiao Tangyuan.

"This little ancestor is amazing!"

"Yes, no one in this world dares to pull Brother Xiao's hair!"

"Brother Xiao pays the most attention to his appearance. Every time he goes out, he has to apply hairspray. Now that he has the little glutinous rice balls, it saves him the trouble. He even combs his hair with saliva!"

"Hahaha!"

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"Ling'er, do you really want to take the little glutinous rice balls back to Thailand?" Du Yongxiao suddenly turned to Jiang Ling'er and said: "I know you are reluctant to let go of the child, but you also know that he is the only Miaomiao of our old Du family, and he is also the eldest son and grandson. , I suggest you keep him in Hong Kong."

Jiang Ling'er hesitated, bit her lip and said, "I understand what you mean, but after all, I have my career in Thailand, and I have to go back -"

After a pause, "If things go well, I may come back to Hong Kong by then."

"Of course it's good for you to come back, but I still suggest you keep the child." Du Yongxiao's tone was a little tough, and his eyes showed a hint of determination.

Jiang Ling'er was born to be a soft-spoken person. If Du Yongxiao softened his attitude and begged her to keep the child, maybe she would agree. Du Yongxiao's toughness aroused her rebellious mentality. She sneered and said: "What do you mean? ? Director Du wants to force others to do something difficult, or does he want to tell me that if I don't agree, I can't leave Hong Kong? "

Seeing her like this, Du Yongxiao knew that her tone just now was wrong, so he slowed down, turned to face her and said, "I don't want to fight with you anymore. In short, Xiao Tangyuan is still young. Neither you nor I have any reason to replace him." Make a choice.”

"What should we do?" Jiang Ling'er shrugged, "He is so young and can't even speak clearly. Should we let him choose?"

Du Yongxiao smiled, pinched the child's chubby face, and then came forward to smell the milk fragrance on his body and said: "I remember that children have to be caught when they are one year old. I don't know what the little glutinous rice balls caught at that time..."

Jiang Ling'er was stunned for a moment: "He grabbed the brush at first, and then... lost the brush and grabbed the egg."

"Huh?" Du Yongxiao was slightly startled, looked at the little glutinous rice balls, and laughed: "It turns out that my son is a foodie! Hahaha!"

Jiang Linger thought Du Yongxiao would be angry.

In this era, especially in Hong Kong, children’s birthdays are taken very seriously, and grand ceremonies are often held.

When Jiang Ling'er jumped to Thailand, the child had just turned one year old and was unfamiliar with the place. There was no one around her except the dog-licking "brother" Jiang Muling. She couldn't hold a grand ceremony at all, and she was afraid that Du Yongxiao would send people to chase him. So I had to hide in the hotel and ask the hotel owner for a few items such as a writing brush, abacus, seals, books, flute, money, eggs, and rosary beads.

These items all have a lot of meaning. Needless to say, writing brushes and books represent studying and learning; abacus and money represent doing business when they grow up. They will be careful about spending money, and they are serious about money, and they are good at settling accounts; seals generally indicate that the child will grow up. He is an official and is in charge of the big seal; the flute represents music, indicating that the child will be interested in art in the future; the rosary beads indicate that the child is destined to the Buddha and may become a monk in the future. As for the eggs——

He really is a foodie!

In addition, it also indicates that you may always have zero eggs in your studies!

It's the worst kind!

Although Jiang Ling'er was a pirate, she was also very superstitious. She was very taboo about grabbing an egg from Xiao Tangyuan. If Du Yongxiao hadn't asked, she would never have told her in her life.

"Aren't you angry?" Jiang Ling'er asked Du Yongxiao, "I shouldn't have put the eggs in at the beginning."

"Why are you angry?" Du Yongxiao hugged the child, kissed the little glutinous rice balls twice, and turned to look at Jiang Ling'er: "It's good to catch eggs, you won't be hungry for the rest of your life! Hahaha! I, Du Yongxiao, am as rich as the enemy, so how can I care? Just a few eggs?”

When Jiang Ling'er heard this, she couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Du Yongxiao said, "The question now is very simple. Do you want the child to stay or take him away?" After speaking, he looked directly at Jiang Ling'er.

Jiang Ling'er couldn't help but avoid Du Yongxiao's gaze and looked at the balloon shooting stall nearby and said: "How about this, I like the pandas over there very much. If you can win one for me, I will keep the little glutinous rice balls in Hong Kong."

Du Yongxiao looked towards the balloon shooting stall and saw many people surrounding him.

There were many small colorful balloons tied on the cloth, and many tourists used air guns to shoot at the balloons.

There was a constant popping sound.

There are a lot of gifts placed on the left side of the booth. If thirty rounds of bullets can hit twenty-eight, you will get the biggest gift, a giant panda, which is half the height of a person.

Unfortunately, because the distance was too far and it was windy today, many tourists tried their best and could only hit a dozen shots at most. It was already amazing to be able to hit twenty shots.

"Don't you know that I'm a famous sharpshooter?" Du Yongxiao said to Jiang Ling'er with a smile.

"Then do you want to bet?"

"Of course!" Du Yongxiao said with a smile, "Come on, little Tangyuan, daddy will accompany you to play balloons!"

Du Yongxiao held the child and walked towards the balloon stall.

Jiang Linger smiled and hurriedly followed.

Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian looked at each other and said with a smile: "This girl is letting off steam!"

"Yeah, what's wrong with betting? Bet on Brother Xiao's marksmanship!"

The two of them hurriedly followed.

"Hey, what a bad luck! There's something wrong with this gun!" A handsome guy looked around with the gun and said to his girlfriend next to him, "It's not that I'm not good at shooting, but there's something really wrong with this gun."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes at him: "What's the problem? If you can't hit, you can't hit!"

"How is that possible? I used to work at the Victoria Stadium in Hong Kong, and the shooting range there is also famous. Everyone calls me the gun master Xiao Li!"

"Not Xiao Li Feidao?" his girlfriend sneered.

The handsome guy turned red, dropped the gun and said, "You don't believe me? Let's see who can hit thirty balloons! Damn!"

At the end, he uttered a curse word.

Other tourists laughed on the sidelines.

There were also a few people who did not believe in evil, and they fired with guns, bang bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, hit, hit, hit at most a dozen, not even twenty.

Balloon stalls in this era are different from those in the future. Balloons in this era are very valuable and shooting balloons costs a lot, so the boss sets the distance very far away, almost seven or eight meters! Unlike the future, balloons are not worth much and are mostly three or four meters away.

In addition, given that this kind of dangerous game is mostly set up in open areas of amusement parks, there is no shelter from the wind. A strong wind can blow away very light air gun bullets.

"The wind is too strong!"

"Hey, I'm sorry, daughter. It's not that my father is incompetent, it's just that the distance is too far!"

A few more tourists gave up.

The child wiped away tears and looked at the giant panda doll reluctantly. Unfortunately, his father was useless and could not cum many times.

"Boss, give me a gun!"

Du Yongxiao came over holding the small glutinous rice balls and said to the stall owner who was busy.

The stall owner was loading a gun for a bearded man. When he heard this, he said without raising his head: "Don't you see I'm busy? Wait a minute!"

The bearded man said: "That's right! They're a bunch of weaklings! Wait and see your grandpa, I'll show you my power by shooting thirty shots!" He curled his lips with an arrogant look on his face.

The three or four men next to him who looked like his followers also hugged their shoulders and laughed: "Watch our brother Yong's performance!"

"Yes, our big brother Hu Xiuyong is very powerful, he is super strong with guns!"

“I’m also very good at masturbating!”

"Hit your mother!" The bearded man glared at his younger brother, "Can you speak?"

The younger brother immediately apologized: "I was praising you for your shooting skills! Haha!"

Du Yongxiao frowned and was about to speak when the little glutinous rice balls in his arms pointed at the giant panda and babbling, looking very excited.

Du Yongxiao hugged him over and said with a smile: "Come on, let's touch and see!"

The little glutinous rice ball giggled and went to touch the giant panda.

The stall owner looked up and saw it, and shouted: "Don't do it! What should I do if I touch it dirty?"

Du Yongxiao frowned again.

Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian who were following him saw this and looked at each other.

Datouwen stepped forward and walked towards the stall owner, smiling and saying: "Are you the boss? Come on, I have a few words to tell you!"

"Don't you see that I'm busy!" Before the stall owner could finish speaking, Da Tou Wen had already put his arms around his neck and pulled him aside with force.

"What are you doing? Let go! Let go!" The boss' neck hurt.

Datou Wen took him aside, took out his ID and flashed it in front of his eyes: "Now I give you two choices. First, no matter what method you use, you must let that gentleman shoot thirty rounds! Second, Come with me to the police station. As for the reason, you can think about it slowly!"

"Damn, can you still do this? The police are amazing, the Chief Superintendent is amazing, how can you still accuse people unjustly like this?" The stall owner turned out to be a stubborn person, holding his neck and looking unconvinced.

Datouwen smiled and punched him in the stomach.

"Ouch!" The stall owner bent over in pain and became a shrimp.

"Now, what should I say?" Datou Wen sneered, "Do you want me to seal up this shabby stall of yours and treat you to jail time for free?"

"No, I was joking just now! In Hong Kong, Sir, you are the biggest! Ouch, my belly!"

Typical of eating hard and not soft.

Datou Wencai grabbed his hair and pulled him up: "Now, what else do you want to say?"

"I want to say, why don't I give you pandas, so that everyone can save effort."

"Pujie, do you want you to give it to me? Remember, we have to win it in person!"

"Yes, yes! But -" the stall owner said with a bitter face, "You guys can't hit me, so there's nothing I can do about it?" He spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Datou Wen smiled: "I'll hit you if I can't hit you! I'll hit you three times a day, is that okay?"

"No, don't do it!" The boss waved his hand.

"Then just do it obediently!"

"Yes, sir! I will do a good job!" The stall owner looked bitter.

Is it easy to set up a stall? This happened!

The gangster brother named "Huzi Yong" played with the air gun for a while in a very conspicuous manner, and then gestured to three or four younger brothers: "Look carefully, I am an expert when it comes to playing with guns!"

"Brother Yong is mighty!"

"Brother Yong is sharp!"

What are you guys saying?

Beard Yong proudly raised the loaded air gun and was about to shoot at the colorful balloons when the stall owner stepped forward and snatched it away: "Behind you, this gentleman first!"

He handed the stolen air gun to Du Yongxiao.

Damn, what's going on?

Bearded Yong was about to get angry, but Zhuang Dingxian stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother Yong, go and talk further!"

Three or four younger brothers wanted to step forward, but Hu Xiuyong stopped him with a wave of his hand: "You guys wait here! Humph!"

After saying that, he said to Zhuang Dingxian: "Just go, whoever shoots whom? Isn't my reputation as a bearded warrior in Xinyi'an a waste of money?!"

"Really, that's good, Brother Yong, please!"

"Just go! I want you to look good later!"

The two walked towards the back where the balloon cloth covered them.

But I saw shadows flickering and voices coming out————

Crackling!

A moment——

With a beard, a bruised nose and a swollen face, he walked out from behind the cloth————

"Brother Yong!" The four younger brothers were about to step forward and ask what happened.

Beard Yong said: "Don't say anything now, don't talk about anything! Come on, do us a favor and form a circle!"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"Brother Yong, what happened to him?"

Everyone doesn't understand.

Beard Yong cursed a few words, and everyone immediately followed suit.

The circle was encircled.

Even the stall owner joined in. Feeling that there were not enough people, he called his wife, who was selling tickets in the toilet, and his son, who was looking after the bikes at the bicycle stall, to come over and form a circle together.

This move made the surrounding tourists very curious.

What do you mean?

Is it such a big movement to blow up a balloon?

The stall owner was afraid that Du Yongxiao would miss, so he begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother: "Sir, you must aim! Please!" He then said: "I will narrow the distance a little - today is my mother's birthday. Reward!"

Du Yongxiao didn't let him do this. He just smiled and said, "You don't have to do anything. In addition, I wish your mother a happy birthday for me!"

"Oh, you are always happy!"

The boss’s words fell to the ground——

Bang bang bang!

Du Yongxiao aimed at the balloon and fired several shots.

The boss was terrified, fearing he would miss the mark.

Huzi Yong was also on tenterhooks, fearing that Du Yongxiao would miss.

The tourists around were looking at it curiously——

But I saw the balloons popping up one by one!

one two three,

Four, five, six,

Seven, eight, nine!

Twenty soon!

While everyone was stunned——

Du Yongxiao keeps up his efforts————

Ten shots in a row!

Pop all the balloons!

"Okay!" The boss jumped up happily.

"Awesome!" Hu Xiuyong applauded loudly.

Tourists around also exclaimed.

Du Yongxiao put down his air gun, turned to Jiang Ling'er and said, "Now, I win!"

Jiang Ling'er glanced at the little glutinous rice balls, then looked at Du Yongxiao and said, "My child, I'll leave it to you!"

Du Yongxiao smiled.

Next to them, Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian looked at each other.

The headline reads: "Should we spread the news? If Xiao Tang Yuan stays in Hong Kong, it means that the future prince of the Du Group has been determined!"

"What do you think? This is your chance to become a minister of Conglong!"

The two of them laughed.