Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

"When the time comes, you will be the emperor and I will be the prince!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said,

"Okay, don't tell anyone about this."

Zhao Lang nodded and said solemnly,

"Dad, don't worry, I understand the stakes here, and I won't let anyone know until the last moment."

The middle-aged man nodded strangely and said,

"Okay, I still have things to do today, and I have to rush back to the city, so I'll go first."

He just wants to go back and see if the golden core is really as poisonous as Zhao Lang said!

When Zhao Lang heard this, he had a little more admiration for his cheap old man. Look at this dedicated attitude!

No wonder he was able to save such a large family business. Of course, these family businesses would still be cheaper for him in the end.

Because in his previous memory, Zhao Lang never saw that he had any siblings.

So he promised,

"Dad, don't worry, I'm watching at home! Don't worry!"

The middle-aged man nodded and walked outside.

Zhao Lang said immediately,

"Father, I'll send it to you."

For the cheap old man who worked hard to earn his family business, Zhao Lang felt that he could still give more care.

And the other party heard the news of his injury and rushed back immediately.

It shows that he still cares more about his son.

The middle-aged man paused at this moment, and said,

"No need, you are recovering from a serious illness, don't catch the cold."

Then went out on his own.

Fu Bo, who had been outside the door, greeted him.

"Homeowner..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and led the people to the side, making sure that Zhao Lang in the room could not hear him, and then said,

"I have a few things for you to remember."

"One, my identity must not be revealed!"

"Secondly, Langer will be the master of Zhuangzi's future affairs, big and small, and no matter what the requirements are, they must be satisfied."

"Three, I will send someone tomorrow 1 taels of gold, and you leave it to Lang'er, and you are not allowed to interfere with the use."

"Do you remember it all?"

Although Uncle Fu was full of doubts, he also knew the temperament of his master, so he replied,

"Yes, the old slave remembered it."

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man leaving with the guards, Uncle Uncle couldn't help but look towards Zhao Lang's room, and said to himself,

"Master, what did you say to the master?"

Chapter 3 Your Majesty Asks the Ghosts and Gods

As soon as his cheap dad left, Zhao Lang opened the god-level selection system.

"The host has completed the task, whether to receive the reward: the physique of special forces."

"receive!"

As soon as Zhao Lang's words fell, a warm current flowed through his body.

A sense of strength came from his body.

"This special force is a bit strong."

Looking at his strong arms, and then clenching his fists, Zhao Lang was still a little dark.

"I got the physique of the special forces, and I also got the gold taels."

"Go and see Zhuangzi's situation first, and then make plans."

Zhao Lang got up and walked towards the door, ready to visit his Zhuangzi.

Going out is a very broad courtyard, with a simple and elegant style.

The room where Zhao Lang was located was on a higher ground. Standing on the steps, he could not see the whole picture of Zhuangzi at a glance.

But just by looking at the layered roofs, you can tell that this village is definitely not small!

It is indeed a wealthy family!

Zhao Lang couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and said to Uncle Fu who was guarding the door,

"Uncle Fu, show me around."

"Yes, son."

Uncle Fu looked at Zhao Lang with a complicated look and nodded in response.

Uncle Fu's mood was actually extremely complicated, because he couldn't understand the attitude of the head of the family towards the son.

If the Patriarch likes the Young Master, why not show his identity, and then grant the Young Master a palace and a title.

But if you don't like it, the head of the family gave Zhuangzi's dominance to the son, and he also sent ten thousand taels of gold.

"If I could guess the mind of the owner, I wouldn't be here."

Uncle Fu thought with a mockery of himself, anyway, he just did as the owner ordered.

The two of them, surrounded by servants, began to patrol the entire manor.

It's just that Zhao Lang is more and more surprised. There are rammed high walls around this village, and there are some defensive measures.