Zhao Youquan's eyes were filled with anger. This woman actually dared to laugh at him.
Just when I was about to teach her a lesson, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't introduced myself yet and she didn't know who I was. If I made her laugh, she would beg me for mercy later.
He stood there magnanimously, waiting for Song Jin to finish laughing. During this time, Shen Zhuangzhuang also slowly put on his clothes, but his legs were still a little weak and he couldn't stand up. He moved from the ground to sit behind Song Jin and continued.
Song Jin laughed because she remembered her red kettle joke again and couldn't stop laughing for a moment.
When she finally calmed down, she turned to the kettle in front of her, or rather, the man in front of her, and asked:
"So, who are you anyway?"
The cool draft that Zhao Youquan had been thinking about for a long time was finally going to come in handy.
He cleared his throat, raised his chin, and tried to speak to Song Jin through his nose.
But he found that Song Jin was even half a head taller than him, so the effect was not achieved. However, he still looked at her with an expression that was three parts contempt, four parts pride, and three parts disdain.
"I'm Zhao Youquan, the Crown Prince of Jing City. Where did you come from, little girl? How could you not recognize me? Go back and ask around. Take good notes. Learn who you can and must not offend in Jing City."
After saying that, he tilted his head to one side, his legs shaking, waiting for Song Jin to beg for mercy and apologize to him.
Then, the ignorant girl in front of him said, "Zhao Youquan? Never heard of him! Crown Prince? Your father is the emperor? Didn't the Qing Dynasty fall?"
Zhao Youquan was very angry: "You haven't even heard of my name. Where did you come from, little girl? Is there anyone in this capital who hasn't heard of my name? Listen to me carefully.
I, Zhao Youquan, my father, is the director of the police station, my mother, is the deputy director of the Jingshi Garment Factory, and my uncle, is the deputy director of the Jingshi Public Security Bureau!
Song Jin: "Oh, so? So your family doesn't have the throne either, so why are you the crown prince?"
Zhao Youquan was stunned by this question. Everyone called him that. He thought "Prince" sounded nice and impressive, and he liked others calling him that. But why was it "Prince"?
Song Jin looked at him thinking seriously. The case was solved. This guy's brain, well... not very smart.
However, as for these identities, director, deputy director, deputy factory director, it's really like giving someone a pillow when they're sleepy.
What she urgently needs now is someone with status and influence. Now that she has met him, it would be unreasonable not to take advantage of him.
She wanted the weakling on the ground to go out first. What she was going to do next was not something that could be told to outsiders, let alone seen by outsiders.
But looking at the weak man lying on the ground who looked like he would die in the next second, she didn't say it in the end.
Then he turned to Zhao Youquan in front of him:
"Prince Zhao, can you please excuse me for a moment?"
When Zhao Youquan heard her calling him Prince, he thought she was finally afraid and wanted to go over and beg him alone. He nodded proudly, turned around and walked a few steps inside.
"Come on!"
Song Jin didn't feel unhappy at all, but followed with a smile.
After walking a few steps to make sure that the weaklings outside could not see what was happening inside or hear the talking, Song Jin spoke.
"Prince Zhao, are all your family members so powerful? I really admire you. To be born into such a powerful family, your family must have a long history of learning, and your ancestors must have been high-ranking officials for generations! Besides these three, your other relatives must be very powerful too, right?"
Although Zhao Youquan didn't understand what family background meant, it didn't stop him from hearing Song Jin's intention to please him.
He said proudly, "Of course. Our family has been high-ranking officials for generations. My grandfather retired from the Ministry of Military Affairs, and my grandmother is also the descendant of a combat hero. My eldest aunt is the editor-in-chief of an international radio station, and my youngest aunt is the director of the finance department of the Beijing Department Store."
Oh no, Song Jin was indeed envious.
What kind of family is this? How could such a thing grow up in such a family!
But fortunately, she got the information out of me, and now it can be put to use.
The editor-in-chief of the International Radio Station should have some say over China National Radio.
It's really like searching for a needle in a haystack, but when you look back, there you are, standing in the dim light!
Zhao Youquan was immersed in Song Jin's suddenly bright eyes, and he finally realized how powerful he was.
Little did he know that Song Jin's consciousness had sunk into space, and he was rummaging through boxes and drawers looking for pills.
Pill, brother, you are finished.
After finding the obedient pills, Song Jin didn't plan to do anything else. It was a desolate place in the wilderness, and she had no place to find water to mix with it for him to drink.
He went straight up, pinched his mouth with one hand, and threw it into his mouth with the other hand.
Before Zhao Youquan could react, the pill was taken.
"You, you, you...what did you feed me? Poison? You actually have poison? Hearing about my prominent family background, you actually poisoned me?"
Song Jin said sinisterly: "That's right, I hate the rich!!!"
Zhao Youquan was choked, but he had no time to think about it now.
He knelt on the ground with a "thump" and reached out to hug Song Jin's thigh.
Song Jin jumped back a step, but this did not affect his performance.
"Ancestor, elder sister, please, give me the antidote. I can't die. I still have such a huge fortune waiting for me to inherit. I can't die now. As long as you let me go, I will give you half of the fortune. I mean what I say."
Zhao Youquan knelt on the ground and cried with tears and snot. To be honest, she felt sick.
The weak chicken in the distance seemed to have heard the noise, and dragged its weak and unable body to look over here.
Song Jin estimated the time and believed that the effect of the medicine should be almost over.
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