MTL - God Level Demon

Yang Wei and Gao Wan had no choice but to promise to execute the contract, but Xia Ping was not interested in watching it, because it was already late, he needed to go home to eat.

Upon returning home, Xia Ping immediately asked for a thick smell of meat, fragrant, even the whole body of cells are eager, he could not help but swallow.

"Mom, what kind of food is fried today, how is it so sweet?"

A middle-aged woman wearing a apron and a slightly fat body came out. She was Xia Ping’s mother, Huang Lanxin, and smiled slightly: "This is the fire bear meat that I just bought. You have a good mouth today."

"Fire bear meat? Is it rich today? How can I buy these?" Xia Ping's eyes wide open, this fire bear beast is a powerful monster known as Yan Huangxing, it is difficult to catch, the guns and guns are not in, ordinary guns can not kill it.

However, this meat is very precious and contains a lot of life energy. When it is taken, it can improve the body and even enhance the body's instinct. The strength is greatly increased. It is no less than the big remedy. It is better than the ginseng antler on the earth. .

The price is also very expensive, 600 cents a pound of coins, is considered a luxury, ordinary people can not afford to eat, can only be a holiday, in order to occasionally eat a meal.

"If you don't make a fortune, you can't buy it. Occasionally you have to spend a extravagant meal. If you make money, don't you spend it, can you bring it into the coffin?" The father, Xiachuan, sitting in the living room coughed and showed a very generous look.

Xia Ping is speechless. He remembers that his father, Xia Chuanliu, is a civil servant. He works in the city administration. He is responsible for managing the small business hawkers in the city. In short, it is urban management. It is compiled. There are also five or six thousand monthly salary plus benefits. Federal currency.

The mother is a small business hawker on the street, selling snacks, although not earning a lot every month, there are 3,000 federal coins, it seems that a family income is also more than 10,000 federal currency.

The problem is that this house is also bought by a loan. The 30-year period will cost 3,000 federal dollars per month, plus the monthly living expenses, as well as Xia Ping’s tuition fees, etc., which is also a bit of a stretch. of.

Eat a fire bear meat, not on the holidays, really can not hold this heart.

"Well, well, don't say so much, hurry to eat." Mom Huang Lanxin quickly brought a plate of dishes up, filled with a table, five dishes and one soup, full of dazzling, fragrant, very rich.

Seeing such a rich dish, Xia Ping's heart leaps and bounds, this is a banquet. It is a common singer, and the father who has to smoke the cigarettes is only a good father. It is definitely not so generous.

"Dad, honestly, is our family owing money to us? After eating this last supper, we are going to pack up the package and run away. Tell me the truth directly, I can stand it." Xia Ping looked very dignified and stared. My own dad.

He was very impressed in his heart. This day has finally come. His father’s character is also known. He is usually a bit gambling. He feels that this character will have an accident sooner or later. I did not expect it to come.

"Son, what is your look, what is owed to usury, what is going to run, what is your image in your mind?" Dad Xiachuan’s nose is discouraged.

Xia Ping squinted his eyes: "I don't owe us a loan?"

"Of course not."

Dad Xiachuan is arrogant: "Well, I am also a civil servant. I have a compiling, and my thoughts are higher than the average person. How can I bet on gambling? Of course, occasionally a small gamble can also cultivate my sentiment. Is there a saying? Emotional, big gambling, and bad gambling."

"Well, what are you going to say about this meal?" Xia Ping still had some doubts.

Seeing that his son still doubts himself, Xia Chuan’s face is a bit awkward. Whoever asks for his usual image is not awkward. He coughed: "It’s not what happened. I’m talking about this level. I’ll talk to you too. Today, your school should also start to talk and plan to fill in the volunteers. What are your plans for the future?"

His eyes were burning and watching Xia Ping.

"I plan to take the university." Xia Ping replied casually.

Mother Huang Lanxin screamed: "You, are you going to take the university?!"

"Son, really fake, do you still have this idea?" Dad Xiachuan looked at Xia Ping with a look of horror.

Xia Ping’s mouth was pumping, which is awkward. Is it true that parents often hear their son want to go to college? These two goods are like ghosts.

"I have such an idea."

Xia Ping is honest.

"Son, this idea is wrong. This is a deviant."

Xia Chuanliu’s face is heartbroken: “What is good about taking the university? After four years of study, it’s not only three or four thousand federal dollars a month. If you are unlucky, you will encounter a black-hearted boss. And I have to pay four years of tuition, but it is not a small amount.

Dad, I want to give you the right thing. When you graduate from high school, you will come out and work in the government department. If you don't go to other departments, go to your father's city administration.

Don't look at your father's low-key look, working for 20 years, still a little network, usually playing mahjong with the minister, usually flattering, holding thighs, one to two all mixed.

At that time, I will put a few cigarettes in the past, bribe the bribery minister, walk the back door, and it is appropriate for you to enter the city administration. Later, you and my father and I will go to the streets to contribute to the city management and drive away the small Spread the hawker and become a master in the city. A two-city management, saying that there is more prestige, it is estimated that people who say the media will break through our doorstep. ”

Having said that, he showed a smug look and looked awkward.

Xia Ping’s mouth was pumping, and his face was speechless. “Dad, I still want to go to college.”

"You! Dead wood can't be carved!"

Xia Chuan screamed at his eyes, revealing a hatred of iron and steel.

"Okay, don't say these words, or hurry to eat, there is still some time to graduate from high school. This thing can be thought of slowly." Seeing the atmosphere is a bit stiff, my mother Huang Lanxin quickly opened her mouth.

"Ok."

Hearing this, Xia Chuanliu did not continue to speak.

Half an hour later, after dinner, Xia Ping went back to his bedroom to rest, and only Huang Lanxin and Xia Chuanliu were left in the living room.

"Chuan Liu, my son does not seem to agree with you this way." Huang Lanxin looked at her husband.

Xia Chuan swayed his hand and did not care at all: "This is the period of resistance of young people. I am young and understandable. But the reality is that his performance is generally the same. After the college entrance examination, his achievements will show how wise his father is. Shenwu. When it comes time to say, he is sure to agree."

Huang Lanxin also nodded. She also knows her son's grades, which is ordinary. It is also enough to be admitted to the third-rate university. If you play a little worse, I am afraid it will fall.