Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

"...What? How is this possible? This is simply a fantasy, a bunch of nonsense!

You idiot, what use are you? You can't even speak a coherent sentence. It really makes me mad!

You, just you, come and tell me exactly what happened!"

At this time, Sun Zhubu was so angry that he was shaking all over and his face turned red. He pointed at the palace soldier kneeling on the ground in front of him with a trembling hand and shouted at him angrily.

No, he couldn't accept this fact anyway.

These tribes did not destroy the big mountain village as he had expected, but instead willingly submitted to a small mountain village?

Moreover, they actually honored that ignorant little girl as the Grand Commander? Wouldn't he have to make room for that girl?

This is absolutely not possible! The Grand Commander is his, the status and symbol of power he has always dreamed of, no one can snatch it from him!

What on earth could that humble, ordinary farm girl have! How could she compare to me! This is simply ridiculous!!!

No, absolutely not, he must think of a way.

At the same time, Song Jiaming was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, in front of Song Xiaotian, begging desperately: "Dad, my dear dad! I am your real flesh and blood!

Why did you give up the position of Grand Commander to that ignorant girl!

If you don’t want to be the boss, give it to me!”

Song Xiaotian looked at the expression on his son's face that said "I can do it, I'm the best in the world", and the veins on his forehead started throbbing and he began to ache.

He secretly regretted in his heart, blaming himself for not disciplining the brat personally, which led to the current situation.

It’s a father’s fault if you don’t raise him well!

Now, it's too late to say anything!

Song Jiaming noticed that his father's eyes had softened when he looked at him, and thought that things had taken a turn for the better! So he became even more complacent and continued to talk eloquently, spouting out all the flowery words that Ma Daya had taught him.

How could Song Xiaotian not know that his silly son could not come up with so many excuses and pretexts? It must be the mother and daughter behind this again.

Song Jiaming continued to chatter, "...You don't necessarily like that girl that much. When their village was surrounded by those people, weren't you watching the show from the side? If that girl knew that you watched her die without helping her, then, hehe..."

Song Jiaming finally shouted out the killer move that Ma Daya taught him.

Song Xiaotian gave him a cold look. Was he just watching someone die without helping? Idiot! He was testing that girl.

Unfortunately, this son will never understand these things. Alas——

He patted Song Jiaming's shoulder and asked him to stand up. "You, just live peacefully in Black Cloud Castle and be a rich man! As for the fact that you secretly gave the black feather insect to that outsider last time, I won't hold it against you. Go... someone, come..."

"Dad, what do you mean by outsider? Dalang is also my son. If Song Liuya kills him, I will never let that stinky girl off easily..."

Song Xiaotian rubbed his forehead, it seemed that he could no longer be a loving father. He slapped Song Jiaming on the face and shouted, "You bastard, he is not your son, what kind of heart do you have? Get out, get out..."

The two guards forcibly dragged Song Jiaming out.

"Dad, Dad, listen to me...you two slave dogs, let me go quickly, how can you treat your master like this?..."

After hearing this, the two guards' expressions did not change at all, and they sincerely "invited" Song Jiaming back to his room.

"Husband, husband, what do you think? Did the old man agree?"

Song Jiaming sat down on the stool, poured a cup of tea and drank it all, then dropped it to the ground with a bang. "Don't mention it. That old guy is so stupid. He didn't listen to me at all and even kicked me out. Isn't that infuriating?"

"Oh, then it seems that we have to think of another way."

Ma Daya walked behind Song Jiaming, massaged his shoulders and back, and comforted him softly.

Song Jiaming patted the back of her hand, "You still understand me... You are more than ten times better than that evil woman of Jiang's..."