After 30 years of street stalls, I finally waited for the system

"Yang Qianqian, I'm almost late, you still don't get up!"

"Give me breakfast and go to school!"

Yang Qing slept relatively late, and old couples also had that need, and it was already past 7 o'clock in the morning when they woke up.

Seeing that his daughter hadn't gotten up yet, he immediately went to the room and yelled.

But I didn't expect that after a while, the daughter opened the door with a pale face: "Dad, I don't feel well, so I don't want to eat."

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Qing was taken aback, and reached out to touch his daughter's forehead:
"It's alright!"

"I don't have a fever either..."

"I... my stomach hurts." Yang Qianqian lowered her head, pretending to be embarrassed:
"Dad, I don't want to go to school today, can you ask me for a leave of absence?"

"Okay! If you still feel uncomfortable, you have to tell mom." Yang Qing did not doubt that he was there, and walked out of the living room after explaining a few words.

What is wrong with women is a very difficult problem for men.

After all, there is no way to check, and you can only listen to what you say.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

Just as Yang Qing was about to remind his wife, the phone in the living room rang suddenly.

In this parallel world, mobile phones have been popularized many years ago.

It's a pity that after the spiritual energy recovered, the signal was quite bad.

Only warriors and those rich people can afford satellite phones, and even if they go to places where fierce beasts gather, the signal of satellite phones may not be good.

So some warriors who can comprehend long-distance telepathic communication are simply the treasures of the warrior team.

"Hello! Who is it?"

"Old Yang? My sister-in-law asked my old man to borrow 1 yuan last night. I originally agreed, but today the child has a sudden illness. I'm afraid the 1 yuan..."

Hearing a phone call from an old brother's aggressive wife, Yang Qing was stunned: "My wife asked you to borrow money last night? Why didn't I hear about it?"

"Then I don't know about you." The voice over there was a little anxious:
"I'm in such a hurry, I won't tell you first, I have to take the child to the hospital now."

"Tell me to my sister-in-law, next time I have money, my family will lend you again!"

"Dududu-"

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, the frowning Yang Qing put down the phone.

His brother is usually able to earn money.

It is said that there are [-] to [-] yuan a month, so it should not be a big deal to borrow [-] yuan from him now.

At the beginning, the old brother didn't have enough money to open the store, even though the environment was not good, Yang Qing still lent him 5000 yuan.

Even Yang Qing couldn't afford to hire workers, and Yang Qing often went to help.

Yang Qing believed that his old brother would not be so stingy.

Now that he can't borrow 1 yuan, the problem should be his mother-in-law.

But Yang Qing didn't care about all of this.

After so many years of struggling in society, he knows that his efforts may not always be rewarded.

Before helping, just ask for a clear conscience, thinking that others will benefit you in the future, that is business.

"Honey, come out!"

Yang Qing went to the kitchen and yelled. When his wife came out, he was already sitting on the sofa.

Seeing Yang Qing sitting upright with a serious face, Zhan Jing smiled and said, "I was provoked by someone, and I still have a straight face."

"Is that girl Qianqian lying on the bed?"

"I got a call just now, from Mrs. Li." Yang Qing cut to the chase:
"She said you borrowed 1 yuan from his family?"

"Why didn't you tell me about this!"

Zhan Jing was taken aback for a moment, stuttering a little: "This... this..."

"Crack!" Yang Qing jumped up, "Are you still the head of my family?"

"Now I know all about it!"

"You still haven't told me!!"

"The acting was quite good this time." Zhan Jing said helplessly:
"Do you think I really believe that you will lose your temper with me because of this little thing?"

"Let me tell you, Xiaowen is going to have special training again, and this time it will cost 20 special training fees!"

"I heard from Xiaowen's instructor that this is the last special training, as long as it can be done."

"Xiaowen can become a trainee martial artist."

"Don't talk about borrowing this money, we will die even if we die."

Yang Qing frowned: "Why didn't you tell me earlier."

"I wanted to tell you last night, but who made you act so abnormal." Zhan Jing sighed:
"Old Li, can't you borrow [-]?"

"At first I thought this was the most promising."

"Now we only have a deposit of 5 yuan, and there is still a shortfall of 15 yuan. This month..."

"Leave the money to me!" Yang Qing interrupted:
"It doesn't take a month, give me three days, I promise to get the money back!!"

Zhan Jing shook her head: "I borrowed everything I could last night!"

"Some people don't want Xiaowen to become a trainee martial artist at all, and they don't even want to borrow money."

"If there is really no other way, how about I go back to my mother's house..."

"No!" Yang Qing resolutely refused:
"If you want money from your natal family, I might as well sell blood!!"

"And those people from your natal family don't want Xiaowen to become a trainee martial artist..."

"Forget it, don't mention it!"

Yang Qing waved his hand: "Anyway, you have to trust me, I'm sure I can get money back in these few days!"

"Qianqian is a little uncomfortable, please pay attention."

"I have to go out now!"

Without saying anything, Yang Qing walked out of the house.

Yesterday he was actually thinking, wait for a while, wait for his own strength to go up a few more steps, and directly make a blockbuster.

But he didn't expect that his son would suddenly need such a large amount of special training fees.

There is no way, Yang Qing can only make changes.

So sometimes, it's not ordinary people who don't want to become warriors.

It is true that without that capital, it is impossible to get so much money.

A few years ago, Yang Qing heard about it once.

An old logistical comrade of the former Alliance Resistance Army felt that his child had the talent to become a warrior.

He sold everything he could, and even borrowed a lot of money.

It's a pity that in the end, my son didn't even become a martial artist, let alone a martial artist.

After that, there was no news of the old comrades-in-arms, and I don't know if they were directly buried in the barren mountains by those lenders.

despite this!

Even if Yang Qing doesn't get the system now and doesn't have the confidence he has now, he will continue to sell everything he can to support his son.

Don't gamble!
Do you want your son to do nothing like himself and pick up his own barbecue stall?
It must be very difficult for a formal warrior.

But it is relatively not that difficult for an intern martial artist.

As long as you can become a trainee martial artist, you can find a job as a bodyguard in the future, and if you meet a good boss, you can earn tens of thousands a month.

Although it is far from being able to compare with formal warriors, it is still considered a middle-class family. You don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life, and you can also let your grandson have the capital to become a warrior!

"Dad!"

Yang Qing, who had just walked out of the yard, was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice. Looking back at Yang Wen, he frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

"No class today?"

"Cultural class is over long ago." Yang Wenying said:
"As for martial arts class..."

"The teacher has something to do temporarily, so let's go home and exercise."

Yang Wen lied.

He was in a bad mood today, and sent several text messages to Huang Yingying in the morning.

It doesn't matter if there is no reply.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yingying actually blocked him when she sent another one after a while! !

I asked for leave with my teacher, and I was depressed and planned to go home to rest, but when I was about to open the door, I heard my parents talking.

Yang Qing didn't think too much: "Then you go to the park to exercise later, I have something to do..."

"Dad, you don't need to borrow money for me." Yang Wen interrupted:
"Actually, I never told you before."

"The teacher said, my talent is not very good, the chance of becoming a trainee martial artist is not very high."

Yang Qing frowned: "I've seen your combat power test, isn't 50 combat power already the standard for an intern martial artist?"

"It has reached the standard." Yang Wen was dejected:
"But if you meet the standards, you may not be able to be approved as a martial artist."

"Either it is related, or I will give hundreds of thousands more, or I can have a combat power of more than 70!"

"It doesn't matter if this trainee martial artist is inappropriate..."

"Snapped!!"

A crisp slap sounded.

This was the first time Yang Qing had done anything to his son, before Yang Wen could react.

Yang Qing kicked again, directly kicking his son to the ground.

"Don't talk so much with me!"

"I want you to be a trainee warrior, and you are a trainee warrior!"

"What I, Yang Qing, said, the Jade Emperor didn't even give it to me!!!"

When Yang Qing left for more than ten seconds, Yang Wen, who was in front of his father's back and disappeared, realized it.

With my fighting strength in my early 50s, why didn't I have any strength to fight back in front of my father?

When did father become so powerful!

impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
This may be a natural suppression!
Father's oppression of son!

That's right, that's it! !