Chapter 357 Blind Man: No! My Bonus
As if he could see what he was thinking, Zhang Moyu narrowed his eyes and added another sentence.
"If I don't give you some serious punishment, you won't learn your lesson. In that case..."
Zhang Moyu deliberately paused for a moment. Hei Xiazi wiped the water off his sunglasses and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Your bonus for the past two months will be deducted."
“No!!!”
Hei Xiazi's eyes behind his sunglasses widened instantly, and he stretched out his hand to Zhang Moyu to retain him, as if calling for his soon-to-be-lost bonus.
"I thought about it and decided that deducting two months' bonus is still too little. I'd better deduct half a year's bonus."
"No!!!"
Hei Xia Zi was addicted to acting. He immediately raised his head and shouted with an exaggerated expression, holding his head in pain with both hands, and improvised a scene of excruciating pain.
"Youjun, you are too soft-hearted. This guy doesn't need money, so just deduct one year's bonus.
Even the money they deducted is so stingy that if you don’t know, you would think our family can’t even support themselves with our basic salary.”
Zhang Molan gloated over this and intervened, causing Hei Xia Zi to lose a large sum of money without any effort.
When Hei Xia Zi heard his words, a mouthful of phlegm got stuck in his mouth and he almost vomited to death.
I was so angry that I cursed out loud.
But he still had his sense. If he confronted him head-on, he would be the only one who got hurt, so he didn't curse in Chinese, but in German.
However, what he never expected was that Zhang Molan could understand German, and not only could he understand it, he could also write it...
As the chief military officer of the Zhang family, Zhang Molan used to do all kinds of work such as night raids and fighting. Now that his living environment is peaceful, he can only develop his skills as an undercover agent and spy.
An excellent undercover spy not only needs to be proficient in eighteen martial arts and have eighteen routines in mind, but also needs to be proficient in eighteen languages.
As a high-end talent of the Zhang family with full comprehension ability and photographic memory, Zhang Molan has basically dabbled in all the popular international languages. When Hei Xia Zi cursed that sentence, Zhang Molan directly translated it in his mind, and his eyes instantly became dangerous.
"What did you say, boy?"
The expression on Hei Xia Zi's face tightened. He pretended not to hear what he said and quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, how come I haven't seen that stupid little fish after all this time?
Daidai~, where are you~, you must have drowned, Daidai, I’m here to save you!
After Hei Xia Zi finished his monologue muttering to himself, he dived down and swam away from them.
"Isn't the Daidai he's talking about a fish?"
Liu Shang, who was watching the whole process, looked puzzled and cast an inquiring look at Zhang Moyu, wondering if he had misunderstood something before.
If it were a fish, it wouldn't have drowned, right? How could a fish possibly be drowned?
This statement is as absurd as someone choking to death from the air.
"That guy is mentally ill, just ignore him."
Zhang Molan interrupted and labeled Hei Xia Zi as a sick person. Liu Shang nodded thoughtfully, as if he believed it.
"Oh, disciple, go west along the plank road. There's a snake fruit growing on the cliff over there. It has black vines and leaves with white net patterns. It's a specialty of our Zhang family. It would be a shame not to try it."
Zhang Molan instructed Liu Shang to go over there to pick fruits. Liu Shang was not stupid. He guessed that they had something to talk about without him, so they deliberately sent him out. He nodded and walked over there.
Zhang Moyu straightened his clothes and prepared to sit next to Zhang Molan. Zhang Molan subconsciously lifted the hem of his coat and spread it over the place where he was going to sit.
Zhang Moyu sat down next to him, and tilted his head with him, looking at the rippling water and the black bear fish that was diving and swimming away.
"There were other people here before, and I didn't ask. Why did you think of taking in a disciple?"
Zhang Moyu asked casually.
"Nothing, I just suddenly felt that life was a bit boring... I happened to be passing by there and found this talented kid, so I brought him back."
"Jiayou is a very courageous child with good talent. He will be suitable to be a diplomat when he grows up."
"Hmph, it's useless. I was wondering if this child could become the head of the family in the future. I was so happy for nothing."
Zhang Molan snorted lightly. Although his words were full of disgust, there was a barely perceptible smile in his eyes.
"That child has a lot of thoughts, but his personality is a bit soft, so he's not suitable to be the person in charge."
Suddenly remembering that when Liu Shang was frightened by Zhang Molan, he almost called Zhang Molan "Dad", a hint of mischievous interest flashed through Zhang Moyu's mind, and he looked at Zhang Molan with a teasing look.
"You're already quite old, and suddenly you have a younger brother. How do you feel about that?"
"or……"
Zhang Molan showed a rare hesitation on his face and spoke in a very low voice.
"It's not impossible for me to adopt him as my adopted son. I accepted him as my apprentice because I liked him. Besides, whether he's an apprentice or an adopted son, he'll have to take care of me and see me to the end of my life when I'm old."
"No way...you actually want to raise a child when you're old?"
Zhang Moyu first looked at Zhang Molan in disbelief, then remembered that he was also very patient with the children, and his expression instantly calmed down again.
"That's right, people become soft-hearted when they get old."
Although he didn't want to raise a son, he wanted to raise a son for the patriarch.
Thinking of the clan leader who is still a bachelor, Zhang Moyu's desire to urge him to get married became active again.
Come to think of it, how did his last push for marriage end in vain?
That’s not important... What’s important is that as the patriarch, how can you not lead by example?
The gender ratio in the family is now unbalanced. Nine out of ten people are single, and the remaining ones are widowed, divorced, or homosexual.
If it weren't for Zhang Rishan, the limited edition stud, who worked hard to sow seeds and had very good results, Zhang Moyu might have put family reproduction on his to-do list.
"It's not that I'm soft-hearted, I just feel that I only have this one disciple in my life, and I can't protect that child for a few years, so I should give him everything I can."
Zhang Molan said this indifferently, which instantly awakened some memories of Zhang Moyu and made his face slightly solemn.
This guy is full of energy all day long. If you don't tell him, you would forget that his time as an old friend is almost up.
Perhaps it was because the previous ideas were difficult to change for the time being. For the older generation of the Zhang family, more than fifty years was too short and they didn't know how long it had passed.
I really can't bear to let him go. If only there was some way to keep him here.
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