After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

Wooden warehouse is always the most attractive thing for men.

He immediately asked if he could go and take a look.

Chen Xiaolong was very honest. "I don't have the final say on this matter. I need Uncle Wu's approval."

Chen Pingan was a little disappointed.

If Uncle Five and Uncle Three both knew why they came to Europe, and had also said that part of their business was illegal, even if I had guessed part of it, why didn't they invite me to a shooting range...

The meaning here is somewhat intriguing.

Is it that you don’t trust yourself or that you don’t want to know these things?

Chen Xiaolong knew this because he had lived here for a long time.

It was only his first day there, and he asked Chen Xiaolong to introduce the manor, but he specifically asked for his fifth uncle's approval.

So, regarding the overseas part, Uncle Wu has the final say?

What is Uncle San doing here?

Chen Ping'an's mind was full of wild thoughts, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face. "Is that so? Forget it. I'd better not bother Uncle Wu. Maybe in a couple of days when he's not busy, he'll agree to let me go out and have fun."

Chen Xiaolong didn't know how to respond, so he changed the subject.

Before going to bed at night, Chen Pingan called Edwards and learned that everything was normal. Brianna had just undergone surgery and was recuperating.

Edwards said she would meet him in Frankfort after Brianna was released from the hospital.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping'an called his father Chen Shaohua again and told him that he had arrived and met his third uncle and fifth uncle. He didn't say anything else.

Lying alone on the soft big bed, he was not sleepy at all. His mind was filled with what he had seen and heard during the day and the news that Huo Xiuzhu was in Paris.

He lay there until dawn, when he fell into a deep sleep.

Chen Ping'an, who had slept for less than two hours in the morning, was woken up by Chen Xiaolong to have breakfast. What made him happy was that the breakfast was a traditional Chinese breakfast.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks and steamed buns, he has two dark circles under his eyes and looks listless.

"Why didn't you get a good rest last night?" Chen Shaoliang asked gently.

Chen Pingan shrugged and said, "This place makes people feel extremely relaxed. I was a little excited, so I slept late."

Chen Xiaolong ate quietly in silence, while Chen Shaojie watched the news on TV while eating.

If the news hadn't been in English, Chen Ping'an would have thought his uncle was an incredible language genius.

He has only been in France for less than three months, and the people he usually interacts with are definitely Chinese.

Even if you have a high talent for languages, you won't be able to understand the news in three months.

Except for a few chefs, most of the people in the manor are Chinese.

Chen Shaoliang said while eating: "This manor covers an area of ​​more than 600 acres. The reason why I asked you to help make money before was also related to this.

I will also buy a few farms nearby soon, which will probably cost a lot of money."

Chen Ping'an ate the bun calmly without saying a word.

Chen Shaoliang looked at his expression and said with a smile, "Go catch up on some sleep after dinner. I'll take you to the shooting range this afternoon to practice wood barrage shooting. I guess Xiaolong should have introduced it to you yesterday."

Chen Pingan then became interested and asked, "I've never touched a wooden warehouse before. I wonder if it's dangerous."

Chen Shaojie said, "I know your bodyguards at home have taught you some things. Do you practice them regularly?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "If I have time, I will practice in the morning. I don't practice when I'm busy."

Chen Shaoliang said with interest: "Not bad, not many people know that strengthening one's body is the fundamental thing.

Some people practice qigong without knowing why.

Eat something and go to sleep. When you wake up, I'll take you to play in the wood barn. At night, I'll take you to see a black boxing fight."

Chen Ping'an had only seen black boxing in novels or film and television works, but he had never seen it in real life, or even heard of it.

But that was in the country, so it’s normal not to have heard of it.

Chen Xiaolong only then interrupted and said, "Fighting Mucang is fun, but black boxing is too cruel. I don't even like watching it myself."

Before Chen Pingan could open his mouth, Chen Shaoliang said, "That's because you're too lazy. I don't think you're a match for Pingan. Just because you don't practice every day, I guess you can't beat him."

He turned to look at Chen Pingan and asked, "What are you practicing?"

Chen Pingan said to Chen Xiaolong, who was looking at him with resentment, "It's just simple joint movements and some power-generating techniques.

Brother Ji and Brother Qi taught me some things, but I didn’t practice them very well, mainly because I couldn’t persist for too long.

My physical fitness is still a little behind."

His tone and attitude were sincere, and what he said was true, but what he didn't say was that he also practiced the techniques taught by Ji Yonghao to disrupt the opponent's center of gravity and balance.

It sounds simple, but in fact, when he first started practicing, he really found it very interesting, and he was not just practicing blindly.

When performing an action, one should simulate in the mind what kind of force this action may produce on the person, and how to exert force in the most energy-saving way.

These are things I haven't told anyone.

There is not even a chance to show off in front of others.

However, he looked up at Chen Xiaolong and gave him an ambiguous smile.

Chen Xiaolong immediately became unhappy.

"What's wrong? Does that look of yours mean I'm no match for you?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.

Chen Shaojie and Chen Shaoliang exchanged glances but said nothing.

After dinner, Chen Pingan really went back to his room to catch up on some sleep. Chen Xiaolong's task was to accompany Chen Pingan during this period. After all, the money they wanted to use to expand the manor was earned by this kid.

Although every penny of the fees was paid, if Chen Pingan had not agreed, there would be no opportunity to make so much money, right?

As for fighting?

Today, I must let him see what it means to be a master who is hidden from view.

To achieve this goal, Chen Xiaolong sweated in the training room all morning.

When Chen Ping'an got up to eat, Chen Xiaolong was taking a bath. When the two of them had eaten and rested enough, Chen Shaoliang came.

"Let's go, I'll take you to try the Mucang method."

Chen Shaoliang was wearing a black sports suit, which made him look much more pleasing to the eye.

Chen Xiaolong quickly called him over, and they got into an off-road vehicle and headed straight to the shooting range behind the manor.

What shocked Chen Pingan was that this was actually an open-air shooting range.

And there are already people playing here.

It’s my third uncle Chen Shaojie.

“This shooting range was opened two years ago after I established some connections.

France is now much less strict about banning wooden silos than it was decades ago. I have all the wooden silos on the market, so it depends on what you like."

Chen Pingan swallowed his throat, pointed at his uncle who was wearing protective headphones and goggles, and asked:

"Doesn't Third Uncle have ALS? How can he still practice shooting?"

Chen Shaoliang was stunned.

The three looked at Chen Shaojie, who was holding a shotgun barrel and firing wildly. His body was shaking, and he looked like he was well-trained.

Chen Xiaolong's face turned pale.

Damn, I forgot about this!