After Becoming a Little |

The priest didn't leave, just watched them move out these statues quietly, put them into wooden boxes one by one, nailed them up, moved them to the side with a forklift and arranged them neatly, this process looked like waiting for a child to be born at the door of the delivery room father, clenched his fists, with a little fear and expectation.

The porter wiped his sweat. If the old priest hadn't given him enough money, he really didn't want to make this trip.

Seeing that the loading was completed, the porter took out a document: "This is the customs clearance list, a total of 60 pieces, you can see if there is any problem... When you arrive in the Republic, you still need to go through the customs and entry procedures of the Republic, but you These statues do not look like antiques and should not be seized."

The old priest signed his name and smiled: "It is very likely that they will not reach the Republic, and they will be bought by believers on the ship. You must know that the glory of the Lord is everywhere."

The porter scratched his head, turned his face to look at the big wooden boxes, and suddenly remembered that the Poseidon had a charity auction tonight, so he showed an expression of "I finally understand".

"So it is! Old priest, you must be waiting for the maiden voyage of the Poseidon—those are Asia-Pacific billionaires who spend money without blinking their eyes. They are smart, so smart!"

The old priest nodded, neither acknowledging nor denying, just made a sign of the cross in front of him: "Whoever has, give him more, so that he will have more than enough; whoever has nothing, even what he has, will take go."

This sentence comes from Matthew Chapter 25, verse 29. There is actually an empty space after "everything". But it can also be cited as the cold argument that the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker, such as the 'Matthew Effect'.

Mr. Wang Wanda said the phrase "small goals" when his net worth was more than 600 billion yuan. For him, this is a simple calculation on paper, which only accounts for 0.04% of his total assets. It is indeed true. Just a small goal.

But even for the middle class who earn one million a year, they still need to save for a hundred years without eating or drinking, let alone those with annual incomes of less than [-] yuan or even lower.

The old priest is actually very reluctant to be quoted by others using the "Matthew Effect", just like the Republic also has "repaying a grievance with virtue" or "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", which makes people who understand the allusions tired of taking it out of context.

But now when he said it, his expression was too treacherous, even under the bright sun, it made the porter brother Ji Lingling shudder in front of him.

The porter looked away guiltily, rolled his throat, and left with the cargo convoy.

The old priest looked at the empty warehouse and sighed: "This is really a stormy night..."

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"Charity Gala?"

Alia lay on the table with her chin resting on her arm, showing a puzzled expression: "Isn't it your two engagements? Why is there a charity gala?"

"That can be regarded as a ceremony for the maiden voyage of the Poseidon. The guests invited for this maiden voyage are some well-known guests in the Asia-Pacific business community. You can regard this as a show."

Brother Qiangqiang said and shrugged his shoulders: "But obviously, this show is a very good occasion for them to communicate. Compared with communicating during a wedding engagement, it is a bit impolite."

Aliya thought about it, but she had no interest in this at all, so she still drank the coconut juice while biting the straw.

"This coconut tastes mediocre, I regret it a bit."

The coconut that even Aliya thought was 'a bit hard' was naturally not the kind that tasted particularly good. After being smashed in half by her punch, everyone shared the joy—the result was Ai who was not picky at all when eating. Liya felt that the taste was not very good.

"Speaking of which, why don't you find an excuse not to go to the engagement tonight?" Aliya tilted her head and looked at Lianhua, who said, "Eh? ' said: "Why? I still want to wear the Daming Phoenix robe..."

"... Sure enough, girls have no resistance to nice clothes?"

Aliya murmured softly and shook her head, looking at Brother Qiangqiang: "What do you think? Personally, I think that whether it's the engagement or the wedding of Lotus, it should be with the person she really likes, not because of someone else. Arrangements, and life as a performance."

Brother Qiangqiang held half a coconut and drank coconut juice carefully, with a serious expression on his face: "I will suddenly get sick tonight, because I also want to leave my engagement to the person I like."

Lianhua was a little disappointed: "I see..."

But the understanding she still decided to cooperate with Brother Qiangqiang, after all, she couldn't let her willful behavior hinder their plans.

But suddenly, she seemed to think of something, looked at Alia, and then at Brother Qiangqiang, her expression gradually became subtle.

"Aya."

"Ok?"

"Have you...have you tried wearing men's clothes?"

"..."

Chapter 178 0177-Different Family Fragments (Add 1/17 for the Rift Block

After Jin returned to the hotel where he was staying, he was going to pack his luggage first.

Her luggage is actually not too much, but if she doesn't pack it up early, she will always be taught by her mother, "I know how to play all day long, but I don't know how to pack things up early" - in the eyes of these older people , Things involving public transportation always need to be prepared long in advance.

The plane is two or three hours ahead of time.

The train is also more than an hour early.

Even if it is a long-distance bus with rolling shifts, I would rather sit in the waiting hall for several 10 minutes.

This is completely different from the tight rhythm of young people arriving at a certain point. Perhaps this is the epitome of their feelings in that era, and it is left over to the present after developing living habits.

Even though Mr. Jin is already a mining boss who has a special frame for going in and out, and has even considered whether to buy a private jet for his wife to travel, he still can't change Mrs. Jin's various little habits.

For example, drinking tea with an enamel jar printed with Taizu's quotations, and now an underground queen who is obviously guarded by dozens of bodyguards, but insists on getting up from the warm bed at 06:30 every morning to practice boxing and so on.

It's okay now that I'm older, but when I was young, I wanted to turn around and hug my wife early in the morning, but I couldn't find it repeatedly, and that feeling was terrible.

When Empress Jin returned to the room, as expected, she met her own mother who was also strolling back to the room. The mother and daughter looked at each other for a while, squinting their eyes with murderous intent, and invisible sparks rubbed against each other in the air.

So in the next second, Empress Jin reached out to snatch the sauced sea hare from her mother's hand, and Mrs. Jin's chopsticks were like lightning, reaching for the octopus balls in her daughter's hand.

The two pairs of chopsticks were staggered, and Mrs. Jin bullied her body unceremoniously. The ridiculously stable lower plate was tied down by a four-level horse, and she directly pushed Jin Hou against the wall of the hotel.

The sauce sea hare poked on Jin Hou's chopsticks was picked up by her, and she threw it back into the paper bowl in her hand, and when Jin Hou felt the sound of a woodpecker attacking from the small bowl she was holding , Mrs. Jin's chopsticks have poked a whole bunch of six small octopus balls.

Victory!

Looking at the only small ball left in the bowl, Mrs. Jin sneered and let go of her left hand—even though she was still holding the bowl in her left hand, she still easily pressed Jinhou against the wall with her elbow just now, unable to move.

"There are delicious things, and seeing that my mother is not obedient and filial, she still wants to steal it from me?" Mrs. Jin bit off the small octopus balls poked on her chopsticks: "If I had known, I would give birth to a fork—— Uh... bah bah bah!"

Her expression changed again and again, she looked at the octopus ball in her hand in astonishment: "What's in it?!"

Empress Jin snorted twice: "This is a custom-made super mustard. I eat it for myself. Mom, you kiss me. It has nothing to do with me."

This thing was actually made by the khaki man whose trousers were about to be ripped off before. Jinhou really didn't expect that he could even bake octopus balls. His skillful movements surprised the little brother who opened the shop.

Then the guys from the student union got hit hard...

Empress Jin deliberately kept a copy, just to cheat her own mother when she came back.

Today's mother is too domineering, I am shameless with golden char siew?

Mrs. Jin's expression changed, she chewed and swallowed the octopus balls, teasingly said: "I'm lying to you, it's just a little bit of wasabi flavor, and super wasabi - don't tell me, this taste is okay."

As she spoke, she chewed another one, and praised: "Even my kind who can't stand the taste of mustard can still accept it, where did you buy it?"

Empress Jin's eyes widened, she looked at her own mother, then looked down at the last one left in the bowl, her expression gradually became strange.

Is it wrong?

She thought about it, but still didn't dare to eat it.

What if it's my own mother who wants to cheat me?

The daily life of mother and daughter hurting each other is no longer a day or two...

Mrs. Jin chewed on the octopus balls, and stretched out her bowl of sauced sea rabbits: "Here, try this, it's very good."

Empress Jin squinted at her own mother's expression, then looked suspiciously at the bowl of so-called sea hare in sauce, and finally picked up a little bit of it with chopsticks to taste it carefully.

"Hey, it's quite delicious."

Empress Jin felt relieved and ate happily.

"Is it delicious? Your dad also thinks it's okay, it's better if it's dipped in sauce, ah~"

Mrs. Jin stretched out a chopstick. Empress Jin subconsciously opened her mouth to catch it and chewed it, but her eyes widened in the next second, and she hurriedly wanted to spit out what was stuffed into her mouth. Quickly staggered and retreated in the soft carpeted corridor.

But a hand came faster than her. Empress Jin looked up, only to see her own mother's face was contorted into a ball, her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down, but that hand firmly covered her mouth.

"Ahhh-"

……

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When Mr. Jin came back from the phone call, he saw two tough men standing in the corridor with conflicted faces.

Mr. Jin stopped in his tracks and looked at them suspiciously: "What's the matter? Where are Madam and Miss? Didn't come back?"

"...It's all inside."

"Then what are you doing with that expression?"

Mr. Jin stepped up and walked in. After a while, he turned around and walked out without stopping. He stretched out his hand to support the wall of the corridor, with a suspicious expression on his face.

"..."

He blinked, slightly poked his head out from the corner of the wall, and looked inside.

This floor has been covered by him, so there will naturally be no outsiders in the innermost corridor, but where did the two female ghosts with disheveled hair, tears streaming down their faces, stuff each other's mouths come from?

He looked sideways at Da Zuo, who turned his face stiffly.

He looked at Dayou, who lowered his head in shame.

Mr. Jin rubbed his face helplessly, walked to the other side of the corridor, dialed an empty number at random, greeted and talked loudly with the voice prompt of the mobile phone, and walked slowly towards this side.

This time he finally saw his wife and daughter. Although they looked pear blossoms and rainy, at least they still looked human.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Jin looked at them pretending to be surprised, and his acting skills were very distracted: "Who bullied you?! The big left! The big right! Where are the people?!"

The two hunky men rushed over in a hurry, lowered their eyebrows and said, "Sir!"

"What's the matter? Say it!"

Da Zuo scratched his head: "Just now, Madam, she ate—"

Mrs. Jin flew up and kicked him on the waist, naturally it was useless, but Da Zuo still shut up quickly and pretended to be in pain.

She came over and hugged her husband's arm: "I ate something just now, but I didn't expect to eat mustard, so I looked a little uncomfortable."

Mr. Jin suddenly realized: "Oh, mustard, don't eat that kind of thing if you are not used to it."

Empress Jin came over and hugged her own father's other arm: "Dad, here are small octopus balls, they taste very good, you should try them too..."

Will Mr. Kim refuse his daughter's request?

of course not.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."