Jiang Si rolled her eyes, holding a bottle of honey lemonade in one hand and giving him a thumbs up with the other: "I didn't realize you could recite the socialist values of ancient China from 3,000 years ago so fluently?"
"Hahaha!" Bo Jichen slapped his thigh and laughed loudly at his cheap, leaky daughter. With her sexy little panties on, his little prince remained unmoved and even wanted to be her father. How could this bizarre plot turn out so funny?
Jiang Si watched him laugh quietly, until tears streamed down his face. She said in a cool voice, "Laugh, laugh, laugh. You'll have your day. Just you wait!"
Bo Jichen's smile vanished abruptly. He wiped away a tear, his bloodshot purple eyes fixed intently on his tragically orphaned daughter. He then smoothly transitioned to a different topic: "I can't just recite the core socialist values fluently. It's something from 3,000 years ago. Our ancestors from the Abel Galaxy went to Earth, the ancient planet of the Milky Way, and brought back people from the apocalypse, along with a wealth of documents!"
"Among them, the history books and documents of China are the most numerous. These history books and documents fully explain that it was not accidental, but inevitable, for China to stand tall and proud like a giant dragon in the ancient East of the earth!"
As a Chinese person from ancient Earth, Jiang Si felt a sense of pride. The profoundness of Chinese history cannot be fully explained in a day or two.
Of the four ancient civilizations, three have dispersed, but China remains. So many great nations have come together, then dispersed, then fragmented.
China is different. It has always stood tall in the East. Even in its weakest moments, it still occupies a small corner on the world's chessboard, waiting for its chance to strike. No one can drive it away.
"Moreover, there are many principles of governance in Chinese historical documents. Although they are from a long time ago, their existence is undeniably valuable. The wisdom and creativity of the Chinese people far surpass those of other races of their time!" Bo Jichen praised generously, concluding, "Therefore, if you truly understand the Imperial Law, you will find that in terms of freedom, equality, and democracy, the Imperial Law actually tends to improve upon Chinese laws, prioritizing the people!"
Ginger shreds: "..."
She really didn't see it.
Even if she saw it, she wouldn't remember it.
Jiang Si pondered for a moment, looking at Bo Jichen, whose purple eyes still held a mocking glint, and asked, "And then?"
"I have a feeling that your current situation doesn't just involve selecting 200,000 people; it seems like there's something else going on!"
Bo Jichen smirked, "What could I possibly have to do? With 200,000 people to deal with, I'd be busy for half a month, a month. How could I possibly have time for anything else?"
Jiang Si's delicate face came to life, and she exclaimed back just as the scoundrel had exclaimed in surprise, adding a threat: "Feeling guilty? Feeling guilty? You scoundrel Bo, you're feeling guilty!"
"It's alright if you don't tell me the truth, I'll call His Majesty right now..."
Bo Jichen's expression changed instantly, becoming fierce like a beast: "You wretched, leaky cotton-padded coat, it's cold in winter and hot in summer, do you know that? Do you know that I finally got two hours of rest this morning, without showering or changing my clothes, and I just lay down!"
"At 4:30:38 in the early morning, your husband, my good student, Agares, called me and asked me, a general and his most respected teacher, to promote washboards online, and the live stream had to be at least two hours long!"
Promoting washboards via online live streaming?
She said it herself, she pretended to cry last night and sold the scoundrel.
It's impossible for my cheap husband to remain indifferent to that scoundrel.
Jiang Si couldn't help but chuckle: "Dad, be honest and confess, will my husband make you promote the washboard on a live stream, or will he make you kneel down and talk about your experience while recommending the washboard on a live stream?"
Bo Jichen's face was flushed, his expression contorted through the screen, his hands clenched so tightly they cracked, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "What do you think? What do you think? You were sleeping in so happily this morning, while I, I, your dear daddy, was live-streaming on my knees promoting a washboard during rush hour at 7 a.m., for two whole hours!"
Bo Jichen raised his hand, making a "two" gesture. He took a breath, paused, and gritted his teeth: "My brilliance, my might, my lifelong reputation, have all been ruined by that wicked son of yours, your husband! Let me tell you, husband and wife are one, and you share the blame for this. Don't try to renege on your debt, and don't even think about running away!"
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