Reborn with wealth that rivals the country

Chapter 783 Heart-piercing pain!

There were so many sharp glass shards in front of me, let alone kneeling on them.

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

kowtow?

Give me a break!

If you knock it, it will definitely change beyond recognition!

Zhuge Wan'er suddenly turned pale and stood there blankly.

Chen Mo said directly: "Mr. Barzaha, she is just a little girl. How about I complete this challenge on her behalf?"

"Not much."

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

Chen Mo's expression changed again and again, and he took Zhuge Wan'er's hand and said, "Let's go!"

next moment.

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

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

"good!"

With that said, Zhuge Wan'er strode toward the glass shards.

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

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

Zhuge Wan'er shook off Chen Mo's hand again and said stubbornly: "Is there any other way?"

"Chen Mo, you risked ruining your fortune and going to jail for Da Xia. Why can't I suffer such a little physical pain for Da Xia?"

"But……"

"There is nothing better! I have decided!"

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

"Hiss~~~~"

The sharp glass shards penetrated Zhuge's delicate soles and dripped with blood.

In an instant, Zhuge Wan'er's forehead was covered with sweat, and her delicate body could not stop shaking in pain!

Balzaha moved slightly, but his face remained indifferent.

"Mr. Balzaha... I... do I have any requirements for the intensity of my kowtow?" Zhuge Wan'er asked.

"If I ask you to knock 9999 times, of course I won't let you knock to death. Just don't hit yourself to death with enough force." Balzaha said coldly.

"good!"

After saying that, Zhuge Wan'er endured the severe pain and knelt on the glass shards, placing her palms on the ground.

"Ah~~~~"

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

Zhuge Wan'er couldn't bear the pain and cried out.

"Wan'er!!!"

Chen Mo stepped forward and wanted to force Zhuge Waner away.

"Chen Mo, if you pull me away now, you will be the sinner of Daxia!!!"

Zhuge Wan'er's teeth were chattering: "Don't let all my hard work go to waste... in vain..."

Chen Mo stopped, his eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he stood there gritting his teeth.

"one!"

Zhuge Wan'er knocked down, the force was not very strong, but she was still hurt by the glass shards on her forehead.

"two!"

"three!"

"..."

"fifteen!"

"Ah~~~~~"

By the time she got to the 15th one, Zhuge Wan'er's face was already pale!

She was covered in cold sweat, and her body was visibly shaking.

Chen Mo couldn't stand it anymore.

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

"I'll go with you!" Chen Mo said coldly.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Zhuge Wan'er's voice trembled and she turned to look at Chen Mo: "Are you going to compete with... me?"

"I...I will definitely beat you this time!"

"Stop talking and save your energy."

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

After a while, their foreheads were covered with glass shards, and their faces were also scratched.

"Two lunatics, idiots!"

Balzaha cursed, asked the two security guards to kowtow, then turned around and went to the study on the second floor with his sleeves rolled up.

In the study room.

The housekeeper came over and asked, "Sir, why don't you ask someone to drive them away directly?"

"Are you teaching me how to do something?" Balzahar 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!"

"How dare you sell grain to those two Daxia people to use it to betray the overlord!"

"You're going to die!!!"

The butler said anxiously.

"I know, I'm not stupid."

Balzaha waved his hand and said, "You go down first."

The butler nodded, turned and left, closing the door.

Wait until the housekeeper leaves.

Balzaha sat on the chair and looked at Chen Mo and Zhuge Wan'er who were almost bruised to death in the monitor... He smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Balzaha put one hand on his forehead, laughing so hard that his whole body trembled.

"Fool, two fools..."

Smiling and laughing, Balzaha shed tears.

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

That was taken when Balzahar was young and on a farm in the Fire Nation with his parents.

Barzahar caressed his parents' faces.

Scenes of happy scenes with my parents when I was a child come to mind.

Under the dim light, my family would eat rye bread and drink almost tasteless millet soup around a small, dilapidated wooden table. My mother would lie to herself, saying that she had a small appetite, so that she could eat her piece of it too. Eat. The rye bread was hard to swallow, but it was a delicacy that could not be replaced by any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

In the farmland, my father hunted a hare. The two of them made a fire on the spot, skinned the rabbit, sprinkled it with some salt, and when it was roasted and it was not very cooked, the two of them were already devouring it until their mouths were full of oil.

Next to the grain pile, my mother was mending her clothes in the bright moonlight, and my father was holding an old acoustic guitar and playing the only folk song he knew. The tune was already in the sky:

“Country-roads, take-me-home (country roads, take me home)

To-the-place-I-belong (Take me back to my roots)

…”

Scene after scene.

They are all memories belonging to Barzahar, a Fire Nation native.

He closed his eyes and shed tears: "If there had been such a great merchant in the Fire Nation, wouldn't you have died?"

For a long time, Balzaha looked at the surveillance camera and laughed and cursed: "Two little guys, you are really killing me!"

at the same time.

downstairs.

"156..."

"157..."

Zhuge Wan'er has reached her limit.