After traveling through time, I was in the front row watching the real daughter slap her face

Uncle Le turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

"What are you missing? Is the alcohol not strong enough?"

If it's not thick enough, he can sprinkle a little more.

"Too much is just as bad as not enough. If the taste is too strong, I'm afraid the old man will be even angrier."

Aunt Le shook her head quickly, thought for a moment, and said:

"There's still one wound missing. If there were a few more bruises on the face, it would be even more pitiful."

Uncle Le scratched his hair.

"It was so rushed that I couldn't even find anyone to do the special effects!"

By the time he found them and put on makeup, the old man and the others had left.

“Should I go online and watch other people’s instructional videos?”

Aunt Le likes buying cosmetics and watching makeup videos. She thinks her makeup skills are pretty good and she might be able to learn something from watching the videos.

But Uncle Le didn't believe in her ability. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Why don't you just hit me in the face?"

Aunt Le looked at his rough face and then at her own tender hands.

"You want me to get a hammer or something?"

After all, the effects of force are mutual. If she hit him in the face, her hand would hurt too.

Uncle Le was shocked.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Finally, Aunt Le walked around the room and found a suitable dictionary.

As a result, Le Zian, who had just come out of the room and was about to go to school, heard a sound like slaughtering a pig coming from the corridor.

Le Zian was startled. She quickly pushed open the door and saw her mother riding on her father, holding a dictionary and throwing it at her father.

"Mom, what are you doing!" Le Zian quickly ran over and pulled his mother away.

"Even if Daddy did something wrong to you, you can't hit him in the face. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Ouch!" Uncle Le sat up with a grin in pain, "You've hit it several times, that should be enough, right?"

Aunt Le walked forward to take a closer look and saw that there were red and swollen areas on his forehead, cheekbones, and corners of his mouth. She nodded with satisfaction.

"Then I'll go."

Uncle Le covered his face and walked away dejectedly.

Le Zian blinked, not understanding what was happening.

"You and Dad, you two are so old now, are you still playing SM?"

"Kid, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Second Aunt Le glared at her and said, "Your father has angered your grandparents, and he is trying to gain their sympathy by self-harming."

"Oh," Le Zi'an replied. "But you don't have to be so ruthless."

She looked at her mother suspiciously.

"Mom, did you take the opportunity to do something to him just now?"

Aunt Le started coughing unnaturally.

"What nonsense are you talking about? He is your father, how could I do this to him?"

How could she admit it to her daughter? She was a little scared at first, but she felt much more relaxed the second time. She felt relieved the third time, especially when she thought of the man's usual bastard behavior. A voice in her heart shouted, "Good job!" She even wanted to smash it a few more times.

"Really?" Le Zian was a little bit unbelievable. After all, she had seen the happy expression on Second Aunt Le's face when she fell down.

"Of course it's true." Aunt Le quickly pushed her out.

"It's almost eight o'clock. You're going to be late. What are you still dawdling about here? Let's go."

Uncle Le didn't know that his wife was beating him just to vent her anger.

He was in a disheveled state, with wounds on his face, and looked as if he had been beaten while drunk.

Uncle Le’s plan was a good one. His current condition would definitely make Grandpa and Mrs. Le feel distressed. Unfortunately, the two old people had made up their minds yesterday to no longer care about his affairs.

So, when he entered the room and saw him like this, Grandpa Le frowned and turned back to his room.

When Uncle Le saw Grandpa Le’s back, he was stunned. Only then did he realize that what Grandpa Le said yesterday was the truth and they really didn’t intend to pay attention to him anymore.

He suddenly sat on the ground, crying like a child. His wrinkled face, tears mixed with snot, and wounds that had turned purple were indeed a bit scary.

Old Master Le felt that the devil's sound was so harsh that he could not stand it any longer. He opened the door and looked at Second Uncle Le helplessly.

"Okay, okay, you're already in your 60s. What's the point of doing this? Don't you feel ashamed?"

As soon as Uncle Le saw Grandpa Le, he immediately went up and hugged his legs.

"Dad, I was wrong. Please don't be mad at me. Don't abandon me."

Mr. Le wanted to make a joke, but failed.

"It's not that your mother and I don't care about you, but there's nothing we can do for you."

Uncle Le quickly agreed.

"I can do it. I can do it. From now on, if you ask me to go east, I will definitely not go west."

"In that case, please let me go."

Uncle Le reluctantly loosened his legs.

"I'll let you go, don't hide from me."

Grandpa Le, who regained his freedom, immediately took a few steps back.

"I made it very clear yesterday. Even if I avoid you, nothing will change. Instead of working so hard here, you might as well go back and start a good game company. You also said that good games can make a lot of money every year. In that case, then work hard."

Uncle Le thought to himself,

Is it really that easy to make a popular game?

But he didn't dare to refute the old man.

"As for me and your mother, please stop worrying about it and let us be quiet for a few more days. This is filial piety."

Following yesterday, Uncle Le was once again kicked out of his old house.

He stood outside the door, covering the wound on his face.

"Hasn't this all been in vain?"

He didn't expect that the two people were so cruel. Even though he had such obvious injuries on his face, they didn't even ask a question.

Uncle Le kicked the rockery at the door, as if to vent his anger, but he ended up kicking his toe. He bent over in pain and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

It seems that if I want to change their attitude in a short period of time, I may have to rely on myself, right?

However, starting a game company is easy to say, but you will realize how troublesome it is when you actually do it, and it is extremely difficult to make a popular game.

Uncle Le took out his mobile phone, and at this moment, a push notification popped up in the news app.

【Good news! The first skin was launched on the shelves for 24 hours, and the sales have reached 1.3 million yuan. 】

1.3 million? Uncle Le suspected that he had read it wrong, so he read it carefully twice to confirm that he had not read it wrong.

A game skin costing 399 yuan, which is equivalent to the price of a real piece of clothing, was sold at a high price of 24 million yuan within 1.3 hours!

This is equivalent to doing a business with no capital!

So, what is the charm of this game? How beautiful is this skin that makes so many people willing to spend money to buy it?

There happened to be a gaming internet cafe nearby, so Uncle Le drove over and tried the game seriously. He became completely addicted to it. When he looked at the new character's skin, it was exactly as he had imagined.

For such a beautiful skin design, 399 yuan is nothing, so he bought it!

It was not until he recharged the money that Uncle Le realized what he had done. He was actually bewitched into spending money to buy it. It seems that Le Wan's boyfriend is really capable.

Uncle Le was changing into his latest skin while muttering:

"If I kidnap him to my game company and ask him to design a new game... then can he also help me make money like Dahong Company?"