I Can Brush Attributes

Pengcheng International Airport, 12:30 noon.

Wang Quan came out of the plane and saw Wang Ping at a glance.

"Hahaha, smash!"

A hearty and hearty laughter sounded, Wang Ping, who was waiting at the exit, saw Wang Quan, and his eyes lit up.

"Hahahaha." Wang Ping rushed towards Wang Quan with a smile.

At this moment, what is presented to the people around them is that two father and son who respect each other meet each other, and they are excited to each other and want to give each other a loving hug.

Both Wang Quan and Wang Ping opened their arms, ready to embrace.

Just as Wang Quan and Wang Ping approached, Wang Quan hugged Wang Ping, but at this moment, Wang Ping brushed past Wang Quan and hugged another middle-aged blond man beside Wang Quan.

For a time, Wang Quan's body was stiff and stagnant, as if he had been immobilized by magic.

On the other side, Wang Ping's hearty laughter sounded beside him.

"Rogers, long time no see, I didn't expect you to come back."

At this time, Wang Ping was hugging a middle-aged foreigner with blond hair and white skin.

The foreigner was dressed in clothes similar to Wang Quan, carrying a shoulder bag, short blond hair, and a beard wrapped around his chin. He looked simple and honest.

He is Wang Quan's colleague. He has known Wang Quan since he studied in China in high school, attended college meetings together, and devoted himself to the cause of archaeology until now.

"Wang Ping, I haven't grown strong in a few years." Rogers spoke Chinese with a Sichuan accent, smiling all over his face.

"Where are you, Rogers, you are getting younger and younger."

Having said that, Wang Ping bowed to Rogers.

"Rogers, my father has troubled you to take care of me. I didn't cause you any trouble. Please don't care about my father for my face."

The current Wang Ping looks like an elder, and his father is a junior. The junior must have caused trouble to Rogers, and he is very sorry.

Rogers smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm used to it, and it's not once or twice that the king of Guwazi has caused me trouble."

Hearing this, Wang Ping looked serious and pulled Wang Quandao.

"Dad, look at you, trouble Rogers again, and apologize now."

Wang Quan rolled his eyes fiercely, and grinned.

"What's wrong with me, it's the Rogers dog who caused me trouble."

He glared at Rogers, and Rogers glared at them without showing weakness.

For a time, the two middle-aged people had plans to fight each other.

At this moment, Wang Ping said leisurely.

"I'll treat you to a drink, and I'll treat you."

Immediately, Wang Quan and Rogers' eyes lit up.

"Rogers dog, look at how sensible my family is, I'm not envious."

"Envy and envy, Wang Quan wazi, let's have a drink at the bar. Speaking of which, I'm thirsty. The wine on the plane is like horse urine, and it doesn't quench my thirst at all."

"Yes, yes, horse urine, I think you drink horse urine very vigorously."

"Hahaha, isn't it? Didn't I pour you a cup of horse urine too."

The two walked out of the airport with Wang Ping and returned to Wang Ping's apartment.

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Crystal Apartment, Room 201.

Wang Ping, Wang Quan, and Rogers sat around the dining table in the hall, eating hot pot and drinking wine.

Knowing that Wang Quan was coming back to celebrate the Spring Festival with him, Wang Ping ordered a large hotel nearby to order him a hot pot meal and a good liquor.

"Rogers, how are you handling the matter in Rome?" Wang Ping asked while eating a piece of mutton in the hot pot.

Rogers took a sip of white wine and complained.

"What else can I do? Salad, Wang Quan, the melon skin thing, collapsed half of the tomb. The Roman archaeologists over there won't let Wang Quan and I go there. We can only watch it outside and shout 6666."

"Cut, it's not you Rogers, you're so alright, you asked me to prostitute some Roman girl, and you made me remove the membrane for a night, and the kidneys don't feel like mine anymore. If it wasn't like this, I wouldn't walk to support the wall. hit the organ."

"Damn, I'm taking you there because you are arguing about whoring."

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

The two quarreled again, halfway through the quarrel, and made up after Wang Quan and Rogers clink glasses and drink a glass of white wine.

Wang Ping couldn't help laughing and laughing. After so many years, these two melon skins are still the same.

"By the way, son, I spent your 500,000 yuan very cool." Wang Quan and Rogers crossed their shoulders and said to Wang Ping.

"Huh? Don't tell me you ran out of money, wait, what did you spend half a million for?" Wang Ping raised his brows.

"I came back from Rome with Rogers and went to Las Vegas." Wang Quan grinned, revealing his white teeth.

In an instant, Wang Ping's expression changed.

wipe! Las Vegas? Isn't that what it means to gamble? Why did this beast dad suddenly gamble.

Recalling the luck of Wang Quan's father, Wang Ping held his forehead.

This old man, who can touch the tomb mechanism even if he tests an ancient tomb and supports a wall, is aiming for luck, fearing that he will lose all his money.  …

"Dad you..."

Wang Ping was about to criticize Daddy Wangquan, when Wang Ping suddenly threw a gold card to Wang Ping.

"Um?"

At the same time, Wang Quan spoke up.

"I accidentally won more than 10 million for your 500,000 yuan. There are 5 million in it. You spend it and smash it. How about it? Have you experienced the care of a loving father?"

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, staring at the gold card in his hand.

Did you hear it right? 500,000 to 10 million? What a twenty-fold increase.

He looked at Wang Quan in disbelief, and quickly moved his eyes to Rogers to ask Rogers for confirmation.

Rogers shrugged: "Gambling is harmful to physical and mental health. I don't agree, but Wang Quan pretended to be a gambling king when he picked up a girl and took her to Las Vegas. Who knows, he won 10 million..."

After a long while, Wang Ping came back to his senses, hurriedly held Wang Quan's hand, and said sincerely.

"Dad, please give up archaeology and move on to a path that can give full play to your talents."

This kind of me is so exhausted that I only have 10 million, and my father only has 10 million in a casino. Is there such a big gap between people? Say good father and son share weal and woe?

wrong!

Wang Ping suddenly thought that if his father's gambling luck is so bad, then he is also so bad. Genetics is very metaphysical.

He rubbed his chin, thinking about going to Las Vegas too.

But at this moment, Wang Quan continued.

"Child, after meeting your group of middle-aged and second-ill friends before, I thought about it when I went back to Rome, and suddenly I remembered my dead neurotic grandfather. He seems to have mentioned the Taoist Wang family to me. What else? Longhu Mountain, what ancestors are glorious."

After a pause, Wang Quan thought about it.

"What he said is similar to what your friends with secondary and secondary illnesses said. It's not like their family and parents came from the same mental hospital, right? I just made 10 million, so I took 3 million to find someone to investigate. Come on, I found something."

"My neurotic grandfather really knew a friend named Zhang. According to friends who knew my grandfather, the two of them often ran out in Taoist clothes to get nervous."

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(PS: The plot has begun to unfold, friendly reminder, the world view of this book is very big, high-energy warning! Subvert your understanding after reading it)

(PS: Dear readers, I threw out all the manuscripts, and the next update will not be scheduled, it may be updated later)