Buddhist monks in the late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 1168 The Almighty Father
On the ship to the United States, some people discussed how Mexico was leaning towards the plutocracy and large monopoly enterprises economically, expropriating and annexing land, and farmers were losing their land.

They laughed and said, "When Zhao Chuanxin robbed Constantine State, that bastard Aguire Ida started to act recklessly after Zhao Chuanxin disappeared, and was eventually driven out of office. Zhao Chuanxin, that idiot, did nothing at all..."

Zhao Nianzhen's English was very good thanks to her mother's education. She was about to argue angrily, but was stopped by Zhao Chuanxin.

"They said this about you, and you didn't teach them a lesson?"

"How do I teach them a lesson? I, your father, can tear them into pieces. Do you want to see it? If you want to see it, I will tear them into pieces right away."

"Ah? You mean, it was really torn into pieces?"

"It depends on how many slices you want."

"Forget it."

Zhao Nianzhen was actually quite happy.

Zhao Chuanxin fulfilled his promise and stayed with her to make up for the past.

She asked curiously, "Dad, you said that Mexico had a revolution, and many people died, but how come the farmers still have no land in the end?"

"Do you think those who rebelled at the beginning did so because of their noble character?"

"if not?"

“Those who complete the revolution are those who are ignorant of it, those who plan the revolution betray it, and those who insist on the revolution eventually die.”

"Well said!" A round-faced man cheered: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be Mr. Zhao, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said nothing.

The other party extended his hand: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, my name is Wei Lihuang, and my courtesy name is Junru. I'd like to hear your words..."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "Would you like to hear a conversation?"

"Ah this..."

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin did not admit his identity, but chatted with this person.

Wei Lihuang hates infighting.

Zhao Chuanxin never engages in internal fighting.

The person he admired most was Zhao Chuanxin: "From the Qing Dynasty to now, only you have been a true man who has defended the land and expanded the borders!"

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over the railing, took out a cigar, lit it, and handed one to Wei Lihuang: "What husband or not, who will care about you in another fifty or seventy years? Maybe they will even call you a dog capitalist to make their position clear or to show their personality in a unique way."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Wei Lihuang didn't believe it: "Hey, this cigar tastes strange."

"Oh, one less cigarette, there will be no more in the future."

This is a substitute developed by Zhao Chuanxin in Middle-earth. After many years of use, its taste has finally reached its peak.

Zhao Nianzhen had a good chat with Wei Lihuang's wife Han Quanhua.

This one is not lonely.

When they arrived in New York, Wei Lihuang and his wife said goodbye to Zhao Chuanxin.

Watching the two women disappear from view, Wei Lihuang sighed: "Mr. Zhao, you are such a strange man."

"Yes, it's hard to imagine that one person can be proficient in eight languages: Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, English, Dutch and Icelandic."

"Do you think he is only proficient in eight languages?" Wei Li-Huang said with admiration, "He is also proficient in poetry, history, biology, economics, mechanics, movies, and music, not to mention that he can fight. Commanding a large army is not something that everyone can do."

"Ah?" Han Quanhua was stunned: "How is it possible? I don't believe it. I think it's just a rumor."

Wei counted on his fingers and said, "The movies he shot have become classics. Foreigners all learn his camera language. He has written books on biology and geography. You must have read "The Road to Extinction". He is a close friend of the talented Li Shutong. Li Shutong said that Zhao Chuanxin has amazing musical talent. Many movie soundtracks were composed by him. The Ares submachine gun and the Xingyue light machine gun were all designed by him. I will read to you the poems he wrote..."

The more Han Quanhua listened, the more shocked he became: "He is really amazing. Look at him, he looks like he is only in his thirties. Who would have thought that he became famous in 1908? I was only a few years old at that time. I heard from my family that he bombarded the Forbidden City..."

"He doesn't like internal fighting, otherwise he would have conquered the Central Plains long ago. Look at his territory, it's all directly adjacent to the enemy. His sword always points outward..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin took Zhao Nianzhen to visit New York.

"Dad, please buy me a villa in Iowa."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "You watched "Falling in Love" on the boat, and immediately wanted a villa in Iowa. It's typical that you act on impulse. You will regret it after buying it."

"Didn't you promise me everything?"

"Dad has no money."

Long before the Great Depression, Freddy Pavitt helped Zhao Chuanxin deal with unnecessary shares. According to Zhao Chuanxin's will, the rest, except for the shares of his children and apprentices, was returned to the public.

This "gong" is naturally Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture.

The remaining gold was left by him at the Peace College to be minted.

"Dad, you lied to me. How did you still have money to buy a boat ticket?"

"That's what I earned from running the store. There's not much left."

"Don't you have a mansion in New York?"

"The manor is given to your brother."

"Hiss..." Zhao Nian was so angry that his teeth ached: "When I was a child, you sided with Zhao Lingjun. After you came back, you said you would give me whatever I wanted, and now you want to break your promise!"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Chuanxin felt that what she said made sense. He would have to pay back what he owed sooner or later: "Let's buy tickets to Iowa. Dad will build a villa for you with his own hands."

Other children were in pairs and had children at home, but Zhao Nianzhen was the only one who was all alone.

Especially the triangular relationship between her, Zhao Lingjun and Yao Bing gave Zhao Chuanxin a headache, so he simply took her abroad.

Although all this has to do with her personality.

Zhao Chuanxin patted his daughter's head and said, "Didn't I give you money?"

"You said it was given by you, do I have to spend my own money?"

"Zhao, okay, Dad will build you a villa."

Zhao Nianzhen is not greedy for money.

She was just craving for the belated fatherly love.

The father and son spent two days in New York and then left on their own.

On the train, Zhao Chuanxin heard the passengers behind him bragging: "Have you heard that Abraham Cohen, the boss of the dining car gang, was shot dead! His children are fighting for the family property..."

"Ah? What's going on?"

"Gang vendetta. Haven't you heard of it? The Five Great Families, the Italian Mafia..."

Zhao Chuanxin pursed his lips, silently took out a cigarette and lit it.

Zhao Nianzhen asked doubtfully: "Dad, do you recognize that person?"

"Yes, we have some small acquaintance."

"Then let's go to his funeral."

"Why attend a funeral when someone is dead?"

“If people don’t die, how can we attend funerals?”

Zhao Nianzhen just wanted to make trouble for her father.

She knew her father was capable of things no one else could.

At this moment, the man sitting behind him stood up drunkenly, as if he was going to the toilet.

Gan Fan was lying on the newspaper, reading it with his True Vision Crystal, his hind legs stretched out lazily.

The drunk man raised his leg, trying to kick the dry rice.

His legs were in mid-air and were stopped by Zhao Chuanxin's boots.

The man looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise.

Zhao Nianzhen pointed at the man and said, "You are such a bad person. I curse you to hell."

As a father, Zhao Chuanxin naturally felt that his daughter was willful and capricious, but also pitiful.

But outsiders see Zhao Nianzhen differently.

She inherited her mother's genes, with a high nose bridge, rosy lips, fair and bright skin, and is incredibly beautiful. She is 1.7 meters tall, with long legs, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, fresh and moving with both Eastern and Western characteristics.

Objectively speaking, Zhao Lingjun is not as good-looking as her, and Zhao Songzhen is not as good-looking as her either.

This is the most beautiful girl in the Zhao family.

The man was immediately stunned. He staggered forward unconsciously and stretched out his hand: "Madam, it's my fault. I apologize to you. Please forgive my recklessness."

He held on to the back of his chair and refused to leave.

Zhao Nianzhen raised his eyebrows: "I forgive you, do you have anything else to do?"

The man hesitated, his breath getting stronger, and he seemed to be sober. "My name is Burt Lancaster, and I think, I think..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him carefully and saw that he was handsome, about 185 cm tall, with a well-groomed hairstyle.

He took out a cigar and lit it, saying disdainfully, "You are so hesitant when you speak. You are not manly at all."

Bert Calanster's face flushed, and hesitantly asked, "Are you the brother of this lady?"

Zhao Nianzhen chuckled: "He is my father."

"Ah this..."

After chatting with him, Zhao Chuanxin learned that this guy was a movie star who had served in the army and fought in World War II.

Zhao Chuanxin handed him a cigar, and the other party was flattered.

When they arrived at the station, Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Nianzhen prepared to get off the bus. They were going to take the bus back to attend the funeral.

Bert Calanster quickly asked, "Where do you live?"

Zhao Nianzhen thought for a moment and said, "I haven't decided yet. I have no fixed place to live."

"Ah?" Bert Calanster got off the car with the two men, carrying his suitcase. "I'll go with you. We're going the same way."

Bullshit lame excuse.

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Bert Calanster sneered: "It's not very friendly to me."

"You're right. It called you an idiot and refused to leave."

"..." Bert Calanster swallowed his anger and tried to joke, but also had a hint of counterattack: "It seems that it is not well educated and likes to swear."

Zhao Nianzhen glanced at her father and said, "You are wrong. You may not have read as many books as Ganfan. He has read all the classic philosophical books from the East and the West, and can speak three languages."

Bert Calanster thought she was joking.

Until Ganfan scratched the ground with his claws and wrote: idiot...

Bert Calanster's head was buzzing.

It really called him an idiot.

The father and son returned to New York with some food and a follower.

"Where are we going?" Bert Calanster asked.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Go to the funeral."

Abraham Cohen, the Jewish man, died a miserable death, beaten to pieces on a Chicago typewriter.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look at the miserable stitched body and walked aside with an expressionless face.

Someone frowned and asked him, "Sir, what is your relationship with Mr. Cohen?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "He is my little brother."

"..." The man was furious: "Do you know where you are talking? Do you know that one of your words may bring about a fatal disaster?"

Several burly men nearby looked at him unfriendly.

Now it is at the funeral, otherwise in another situation, they might have stepped forward to teach this Asian a lesson.

Bert Calanster was not without worry: "Your father will get into trouble if he does this. The Cohen family is not easy to mess with. I was born in New York and I know their character."

Zhao Nianzhen held his shoulders and said cheerfully, "Do you think my father is bragging? Really? Do you think he is bragging?"

Bert Calanster didn't answer, but his disdainful expression said it all.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette, lit it, smiled and said nothing.

Cohen's family members refused to give up: "Speak up, speak clearly, or we will have a good talk."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled his hand away nonchalantly. For Abraham Cohen's sake, Zhao Chuanxin didn't argue with him.

At this time, someone else came.

Among this group of people, there are three with Asian faces, two of them are old with gray beards, one is a slightly younger handsome old man, a middle-aged white woman, two white old men, two black people, and a tall and strong mixed-race man.

Someone exclaimed: "That's Situ Meitang from Zhigongtang, the other one is Yu Wenxuan from San Francisco, and there's Ning An."

"Those two niggers are the notorious Smith brothers."

"That person seems to be the former ruthless man William Hope. He is the ranch king."

The visitors were Situ Meitang, Yu Wenxuan, Ning An, the Smith brothers, and William Hope.

There are three others, namely Freddy Pavitt, Margaret Gompers and Zhao Shanhe.

In stark contrast to Zhao Chuanxin, these people received the highest level of reception.

No one dares to underestimate them.

However, after they exchanged greetings, they suddenly saw Zhao Chuanxin in the crowd.

Situ Meitang rubbed his eyes, and hurriedly left the others behind and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, you, it's really you. You haven't changed in all these years..."

There are some changes. His beard is cut shorter and there are a few strands of white hair on his temples. In addition, Zhao Chuanxin is stronger because he took medicine to adapt to the gravity of another planet. His muscles and bones are much stronger than those of humans on Earth.

Zhao Chuanxin patted the old boy on the shoulder and said, "I heard that you have been working hard for the country. Not bad."

Bert Calanster and the man who had made things difficult for Zhao Chuanxin before were dumbfounded.

How come this is like the attitude of an elder speaking to a younger person?

That's Situ Meitang.

What's even more outrageous is what happened next. Yu Wenxuan, who is already old, was so excited that he spoke incoherently: "Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect that I could see you again before I die."

William Hope, Ning An and the Smith brothers came forward one after another and surrounded Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin kindly gave them cigars.

Then Zhao Shanhe called out weakly, "Dad."

Zhao Nianzhen glanced sideways.

Zhao Shanhe has very Icelandic features. He is tall and strong with a strong physique. His face vaguely resembles Zhao Chuanxin's, but he is different.

Zhao Chuanxin hugged Freddy Pavitt and said, "Old buddy, you should retire and enjoy your life."

Freddy Pavitt straightened his back like he did when he was young, smoothed his clothes and bent down slightly: "I can still serve the master for another ten years."

"What kind of service? I'm just fucking serving you. Didn't I give you some money? Why are you still living such a miserable life?"

Freddy Pavitt laughed.

At this time, Margaret Gompers, who was already in her forties, stepped forward and called out, "Master."

This was a female apprentice that Zhao Chuanxin had accepted. She could see through lies at a glance and had some psychological problems, which Zhao Chuanxin had cured her.

He also taught her the art of balancing.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin never saw her again, but she still remembered Zhao Chuanxin.

The impression was so deep that Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the building while holding her in his arms.

And the balancing act has kept her from getting sick for all these years.

Zhao Chuanxin touched her head and said, "Tsk tsk, look at my female disciple, she has grown so big."

This scene is very strange.

Judging from her appearance, Margaret Gompers is older than Zhao Chuanxin.

But at this time she behaved like a child and smiled shyly.

Finally, the Cohen children could no longer sit still.

The man who had just made things difficult for Zhao Chuanxin bent down and stretched out his hand: "Sorry, sir, I'm sorry for my previous rudeness."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his face and said, "You are Abraham's youngest son, right? I have met his eldest son Albert."

The man smiled dryly, not daring to get angry: "Albert is my oldest brother, he was shot and killed a few years ago. I'm Bill, Bill Cohen."

Some people privately asked who Zhao Chuanxin was.

Those who don’t know still don’t know.

Those who know are very secretive about it.

Situ Meitang and others tried their best to invite Zhao Chuanxin to be their guest.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "This is my daughter Zhao Nianzhen. She is very willful. I am taking her out for a walk and let her see the world."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Dad, come home with me and stay for a few days."

"I didn't care about you much, are you angry with me?"

"No, I'm doing fine. Freddy takes good care of me. He always says that this is what you asked me to do." "I didn't ask you to do that. I said at the time - I'll leave the kid to you. Just make sure he doesn't get hungry or cold."

Zhao Shanhe: “…”

Zhao Shanhe greeted Zhao Nianzhen: "Sister Nianzhen, you are so beautiful. I wish you were not my sister."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Nian really couldn't stand it, so he raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Nonsense!"

Zhao Shanhe had a wonderful feeling.

So this is what it feels like to have a sister.

After staying for a while, everyone went outside to chat.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his Santos pilot's watch and said, "We have to go and catch the next train."

Everyone tried their best to keep him, but Zhao Chuanxin was determined to leave.

1947 years.

Zhao Chuanxin actually built a house for Zhao Nianzhen near Mount Home, Idaho.

Burt Lancaster came to see Zhao Nianzhen with a group of Hollywood movie stars.

When they arrived, Zhao Chuanxin was chopping wood.

I was eating and reading in the sun.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm here." Burt Lancaster greeted from afar.

They are not used to calling people uncle or grandpa, and prefer to call them by their names, and sometimes the same goes for their parents.

But Zhao Nian was really particular, so Burt Lancaster also started to be particular.

When his friend who came with him saw Zhao Chuanxin's appearance, he looked at Burt Lancaster strangely: He is younger than you except for his white hair, and you call him uncle?
Zhao Chuanxin was leaning on his axe, happily waiting for them to drive to the house.

Two men and one woman got out of the luxury Ford sedan equipped with a V8 engine.

In addition to Burt Lancaster, the other Zhao Chuanxin looks a little familiar.

"Uncle, where is Zhao Nianzhen? She wants to meet a star, and I brought her two big stars. This is Marlon Brando, and this is Maria Montez."

Zhao Chuanxin remembered.

The Godfather.

The fake godfather now stood in front of the real godfather, looking around with an arrogant look.

Maria Montez's eyes lit up when she saw Zhao Chuanxin.

This man seems ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he has a very special aura.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Please sit down and have a cup of tea. She will be back soon. She has gone to the town to buy something."

He took off his shirt and brushed the sawdust off his body with a rag, otherwise these spoiled kids might think he was dirty.

After all, he is Zhao Nianzhen's friend, so Zhao Chuanxin has to give him some face.

Marlon Brando and Burt Lancaster were both strong men, the latter was already a tough guy star, and the former was also ready to try this route.

However, when they saw Zhao Chuanxin's double-door figure, they could only look at each other in silence.

The edges and corners of Zhao Chuanxin's body seemed to have been measured with a ruler and then carefully carved out.

The criss-crossing scars are scary.

Zhao Chuanxin changed into a clean sweatshirt, washed his hands and face, went into the house to boil water, and made tea for them.

Sure enough, before he finished his cup of tea, Zhao Nianzhen came back on horseback.

Zhao Nianzhen's hair was tied casually at the back of her head, and her French bangs were blown messy by the wind.

On her crystal ears were two beautiful gold earrings inlaid with colorful gemstones.

Her facial features are straight, her skin is fair and she looks radiant.

Under her crotch was an Arabian horse with the same slender figure as her.

Marlon Brando was a playboy.

When he saw Zhao Nianzhen, he spat out a mouthful of tea.

Maria Montez is also a great beauty, but in front of Zhao Nianzhen, she can't help but feel inferior.

Marlon Brando and Burt Lancaster winked at each other: "Bert, you are right, the scenery here is really beautiful, I like it very much."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: This time the bastard has backfired by trying to be a bootlicker, right?

Burt Lancaster's smile was a little stiff.

Zhao Chuanxin had no other thoughts. As long as his daughter was happy and could forget about Yao Bing and Zhao Lingjun, nothing else mattered.

Since Zhao Nianzhen was back, Zhao Chuanxin didn't need to keep her company. He nodded and went out.

He went to the woods and brought back the wood.

Maria Montez looked at Zhao Nianzhen's father curiously and saw him carrying a 40-centimeter-thick log and moving forward easily as if it had no weight.

Then, without blushing or breathing hard, he threw the wood down and turned around to carry it.

She imitated Burt Lancaster's tone: "Uncle, I'll go with you."

She is two years younger than Zhao Nianzhen.

"There are weeds over there, and the road is difficult to walk on."

"It's ok."

Zhao Chuanxin magically took out a sun hat and put it on Maria Montez's head: "Then wear this."

As soon as the two arrived in the woods, they saw a female white-tailed deer with a cub grazing in the distance.

"Uncle, look over there." Maria Montez pointed at the white-tailed deer.

Zhao Chuanxin recited a few words.

Two deer, one big and one small, ran over and came in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Maria Montez wondered, “Why aren’t they afraid of you?”

Zhao Chuanxin took out a few nuts from his pocket and said, "Feed them regularly, and they won't be afraid anymore."

"Uncle, give me two and I'll feed them too."

As a result, as soon as she stretched out her hand, the two deer, big and small, ran away.

"hehe."

Zhao Chuanxin erected the wood, stood in the middle, carried it on his shoulders and walked out.

Maria Montez hurried to follow.

She found that Zhao Chuanxin had no smell of sweat.

How could he not sweat carrying such a big piece of wood and walking such a long and rugged forest path?

She didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin's strength could no longer be measured in kilograms, but in tons.

"Uncle, what do you do for a living?"

"Forging iron."

"..."

Have not heard.

Are there still blacksmiths in this era?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to pay attention to her, she went back to the house angrily.

It happened that Zhao Nianzhen took them to visit his new house.

“There are five bedrooms, a study, a living room, a kitchen and a dining room.”

"My father's workshop and exhibition room are here. I'll show you his work."

On the display cabinets are a number of knives and axes with patterns of dragon scales, waves, and feathers. The most amazing thing is that there is even an axe with Bogu patterns.

In addition to knives, swords and axes, there are also some small gadgets, such as hornets, kingfishers, eagles and beetles made of steampunk-style metal parts.

"cool!"

"Your father did all this?"

The two men stared in amazement.

Men prefer these.

Zhao Nianzhen nodded: "My father's knives are well-known, and many people buy them to keep as collections."

Burt Lancaster asked Zhao Nianzhen: "Can I buy a knife?"

Zhao Nianzhen didn't feel bad about selling his grandfather's land: "Whatever you like, I'll give you one."

Burt Lancaster picked out a tactical knife.

After some difficult choices, Marlon Brando chose a steampunk ornament.

Maria Montez pointed to a drawer with a glass cover and said, "Can I choose from here?"

There are rings in the drawer, some are inlaid with diamonds, some are inlaid with turquoise, some are peridot, some are rubies, some are south red agate, and some... These rings are stuck in the velvet stand.

There is a row of these drawers.

In the second row of drawers, there are necklaces.

The third row is a pair of earrings, earrings and ear studs.

The fourth row is the bracelets.

The fifth layer is the anklet.

The sixth row is brooches.

The seventh row is sleeve stitches.

The eighth row is watches.

The ninth row is hair accessories.

Zhao Nianzhen smiled slightly: "These belong to me, my father made them for me."

Maria Montez was shocked: "All these drawers are yours alone?"

Zhao Nianzhen said proudly: "Yes, these are not for sale."

Even if Maria Montez is a star, she doesn't have so many jewelry.

Many of them were gems she had never seen before.

Jealousy envy hate ah.

A country girl whose collection rivals that of a royal family member.

"Zhao, you should be a star. You will be the most dazzling one when you walk on the red carpet."

"What you said makes sense. I'm very interested in acting. I'll ask my dad to help me get into Hollywood."

Maria Montez admitted that Zhao Chuanxin was a very special man.

But can you just enter Hollywood?
Your father is just a country man who is a little stronger, looks manly, can carry wood without sweating, and can forge iron.

Zhao Nianzhen said to her: "Although these are mine, please pick one and I will give it to you."

Too generous.

light and spacious.

Maria Montez picked out a necklace and immediately put it on around her neck, replacing the original one.

The necklace is made of thin gold chain with rainbow gemstones, which is very beautiful.

When they went out, they saw another painting and a guitar hanging on the wall.

Burt Lancaster stood in front of the painting: "Huh? What is this painting about? There are dwarves, giants, armor, rifles, glowing swords, people with snake bodies and human heads, and insect-like people..."

This is an oil painting of a war scene with bright colors and messy content.

The strange thing is here.

This is clearly a painting based entirely on imagination, but the battle between the two parties is so natural, as if it really happened.

Some things and some scenes cannot be drawn so naturally just by imagination.

Zhao Nianzhen shook his head: "I don't know either. My father improvised it."

Marlon Brando took the guitar off the wall and started playing it in front of Zhao Nianzhen.

Zhao Nianzhen curled his lips: "It's not very good."

Don’t underestimate Marlon Brando because he is a playboy and arrogant: “Then come and let me hear it.”

Zhao Nianzhen was not at all stage fright, she played and sang: "country road, take me home, to the place, I belong..."

Marlon Brando was stunned: "What song? I haven't heard it before."

"My father wrote it. He taught me."

Hey guys, he works as a blacksmith, makes jewelry, paints, and writes songs...

Marlon Brando said sourly: "Is your father a genius?"

"Haha, my dad can do anything."

"You're still a child, and that's the only way a child can talk."

"Yes, I just like being a child. When I am a child, I can be willful, I can be carefree, and I can mess with my dad at will. Can you do that? I can do that anyway."

Everyone: "..."

Maria Montez was envious.

In the United States, once you become an adult, you should get out of here as soon as possible.

She suddenly asked, "How old is your father?"

"..." This stopped Zhao Nianzhen: "Just think of him as 70 years old."

"I'm serious, no kidding."

"Who's kidding you?"

Everyone looked outside the window at the old man in his seventies, swinging a long-handled axe with great vigor, carrying wood and chopping firewood with a clanging sound.

"..."

What's wrong with this world?
And Zhao Chuanxin is more than 70 years old?
In the evening, Zhao Chuanxin prepared Lubinfu flavored meat, Lugang town sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, Kung Pao chicken, spicy rabbit, green pepper beef, vegetable salad, and fried noodles with soybean paste.

Several people ate with relish.

Zhao Nianzhen frowned, "Dad, this is too sweet and spicy, I don't like it."

"Isn't your friend here? Americans love sour, sweet and spicy food."

After they finished, the three of them were still praising the meal: "It's delicious."

Zhao Nianzhen: “…”

Marlon Brando saw the bottle and was shocked: "Lafite from 1926?"

Zhao Nianzhen took a sip and said, "It's so unpalatable."

Marlon Brando: "..."

When he was almost done eating, Zhao Nianzhen put down his chopsticks and said, "Dad, I want to go to Hollywood to act."

"Tsk tsk, whatever you think comes to mind. Acting is far from what you think. It's very troublesome."

"How do you know if it's good if you don't try it?"

The three looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

I guess this talented father would reject his whimsical daughter outright?

Marlon Brando said, "I'm studying at the Actors Studio now. Your father was right. Acting is difficult and not for everyone."

Zhao Nianzhen started to act like a spoiled little girl, staring at her father with sharp eyes.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhao Nianzhen smiled.

The three of them smiled knowingly.

Can you enter Hollywood just because you want to?

You two are going to run into obstacles.

"Kids, after you finish eating, go back and wash up and go to bed."

Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands and told them, then stood up and removed the plates.

His face, combined with his tone, always gives people a weird feeling.

Maria Montez asked Zhao Nianzhen: "Does your father never let you work?"

"Yes."

"very nice."

It’s like living like a princess in the countryside!
(End of this chapter)