Reborn Rich To Rival Country

Chapter 783

In front of the dense and sharp glass slag, let alone kneeling on it.

Even if you just accidentally pass by and step on it, you will definitely be dripping blood, and your feet will be covered in glass.

kowtow?

Give me a break!

Knock it, it will definitely be beyond recognition!

Zhuge Wan'er's face suddenly turned pale, and she stayed where she was.

Chen Mo said directly: "Mr. Balzaha, she's just a little girl, why not let me complete this challenge instead of her?"

"Nothing."

Balzaha pointed at Zhuge Wan'er: "If you want to buy food, let this lady do as I say, otherwise, you will get out!"

Chen Mo's face changed and changed, he took Zhuge Wan'er's hand and said, "Go!"

next moment.

Zhuge Wan'er broke away from Chen Mo's hand, and looked at Balzaha firmly: "Mr. Balzaha, if I really finish it, you are sure you will sell me the grain, right?"

Balzaha shrugged: "If you don't believe it, we can sign a gambling agreement."

"it is good!"

With that said, Zhuge Wan'er strode towards the glass slag.

Chen Mo grabbed Zhuge Wan'er's wrist and shouted angrily, "Are you fucking crazy? After you kowtow, you will be disfigured if you don't die!!!"

"Follow me, we still have a day, and we can think of other ways!"

Zhuge Wan'er shook off Chen Mo's hand again and said stubbornly, "What other way is there?"

"Chen Mo, you can risk ruining your family and going to jail for Da Xia, why can't I suffer so much for Da Xia?"

"But……"

"There's nothing to be done! I've made up my mind!"

Zhuge Wan'er gritted her teeth and walked to the pile of glass slag.

"Hi~~~~"

The sharp glass slag dripped blood through Zhuge's delicate feet through the shoes.

For a moment, Zhuge Wan'er's forehead was full of sweat, and her tender body couldn't stop trembling in pain!

Balzahar was slightly moved, but his face was still indifferent.

"Mr. Balzaha...I...Is there any requirements for the strength of my kowtow?" Zhuge Wan'er asked.

"To make you knock 9999 times, of course it's impossible for you to knock to death. Just don't stab yourself to death." Balzaha said indifferently.

"it is good!"

After speaking, Zhuge Wan'er endured the severe pain and knelt on the glass slag with her knees, her palms on the ground.

"Ah~~~~"

Both knees and calves were riddled with glass slag, dripping with blood!

Zhuge Wan'er couldn't help but cried out in pain.

"Wan'er!!!"

Chen Mo stepped forward and wanted to forcibly pull Zhuge Wan'er away.

"Chen Mo, if you pull me away now, you are the sinner of Da Xia!!!"

Zhuge Wan'er's teeth were chattering: "Don't let my painstaking effort...wasted...wasted..."

Chen Mo stopped, his eyes were red, his fists clenched tightly, and he stood on the spot with gnashing teeth.

"one!"

Zhuge Wan'er knocked down, not too hard, but still hurt her forehead by the glass slag.

"two!"

"three!"

"..."

"fifteen!"

"Ah~~~~"

By the time she hit the 15th, Zhuge Wan'er was already bloodless!

She was sweating coldly all over her body, and her body was swaying visibly.

Chen Mo couldn't take it anymore.

Gritting his teeth, he stepped on the glass slag and knelt beside Zhuge Wan'er.

"I'm with you!" Chen Mo said coldly.

"Heh...hehe..."

Zhuge Wan'er turned her head to look at Chen Mo with a trembling voice: "Do you want to compare with... me?"

"Old... this time, my mother... will definitely win you!" "Stop talking, save your stamina."

Chen Mo held on to the ground and knocked down heavily.

After a while, the foreheads of the two were covered with glass slag, and their faces were also scratched many times.

"Two lunatics, idiots!"

Balzaha scolded and asked the two security guards to kowtow, then he turned his head and fluttered his sleeves and went to the study on the second floor.

Inside the study.

The housekeeper came over and asked, "Master, why don't people just drive the two of them away?"

"Are you teaching me to do things?" Balzaha opened a bottle of wine, drank from the bottle for a while, and then walked back and forth in the room, looking very restless.

"Master, don't forget the background of the four major grain merchants!"

"You dare to sell grain to those two Daxia people, and use it to betray the hegemony!"

"You will die!!!"

The butler said anxiously.

"I know, I'm not stupid."

Balzaha waved his hand and said, "Go down first."

The butler nodded, turned to leave, and closed the door.

Wait until the butler leaves.

Balzaha sat in the chair and looked at the monitor, Chen Mo and Zhuge Wan'er, who had almost become bloody people... He smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Balzahar put one hand on his forehead, his whole body trembling with a smile.

"Fool, two fools..."

Laughing and laughing, Balzaha's tears flowed down.

He opened the drawer and took out a quaint old photo.

It was taken when Balzahar was young with his parents on the Fire Nation farm.

Balzahar stroked his parents' faces.

The happy scenes of being with my parents when I was a child appeared in my mind.

In the dim light, my family ate rye bread and drank almost tasteless millet soup around a dilapidated small wooden table. My mother would coax her, saying that she had a small appetite and let herself take her slice. eat. The hard-to-eat rye bread is a delicacy that can't be replaced by any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

In the farmland, my father hunted a hare. The two made a fire on the spot, peeled the rabbit, and sprinkled some salt. When the roast was not so cooked, the two of them devoured their mouths full of oil.

Beside the grain heap, the mother sewed her clothes by the bright moonlight, and the father held a shabby acoustic guitar and played one of the only folk songs he knew. The tune was already in the sky:

"try-roads, take--ho (country road, take me home)

To-the-pce-I-belong

…”

Scene after scene.

All belonged to Balzaha, the Fire Nation's memories.

He closed his eyes and wept: "If Fire Nation also had such a big business man, wouldn't you have died?"

For a long time, Balzaha looked at the monitor and scolded with a smile: "Two little guys, you really want my life!"

at the same time.

downstairs.

"156..."

"157..."

Zhuge Wan'er has reached her limit.