I'm really not a filial son

Chapter 25
"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Zhicheng. This is my first live broadcast. I declare that I am really not a filial son."

Zhang Zhicheng couldn't stand Yang Lanlan's soft-heartedness, so he had to do a live broadcast. He was not in a good mood. After all, he wanted to recognize Zhou Shuyi as his sister, but he was rejected, and he was very depressed.

"Wow, I finally met Da Xiaozi."

The barrage immediately flew up.After all, Yang Lanlan had already whetted everyone's appetite before, and now Zhang Zhicheng's appearance immediately caused a sensation.

"You're so humble. If you weren't a dutiful son, there might not be a dutiful son in this world."

"That's right, that's the tomb builder, it's so spectacular, even more spectacular than the Forbidden City."

"Upstairs you brag too hard, but it's really spectacular. Especially those stone lions, they blinded my dog's eyes."

Zhang Zhicheng felt a little blushing, he took a deep breath, and said seriously:

"Everyone, don't buy gifts, don't encourage the unhealthy tendencies of the live broadcast."

Zhang Zhicheng reminded that after all, he has more than [-] million yuan. It is too unkind to ask others to buy gifts when he is so rich.

"If you don't allow it, you won't do it. You are only allowed to be filial, and we are not allowed to make gifts."

"Yes, yes."

"You don't want to swipe, but we want to swipe."

Yang Lanlan, who is the house manager, has a smile like a flower. She originally thought that Zhang Zhicheng would not be able to live broadcast, but she did not expect that the effect was immediate. He is indeed a man who has been the son-in-law of a rich man, and he can talk.

"You really don't want to buy gifts. Look at you, how hard you are on 996 every day. You owe a mortgage and eat instant noodles. How pitiful. What kind of gifts are you buying? I'm really not short of money."

Zhang Zhicheng was really convinced when he saw this group of idiots buying gifts there. With this money, you can buy some gifts for your parents and be filial.

"I can't look down on anyone. I have more than a dozen houses, and the monthly rent is several million."

"That's right, that's right, whoever rides 996 still has time to watch the live broadcast, and wakes up every day without being poor and crying to death."

"That's right, who can't afford rockets on horseback?"

In an instant, the screen was full of gifts and people's faces could not be seen clearly.

Zhang Desheng was sitting under a tree, holding a regular bong, smoking comfortably.

"Dad, it's not good."

Zhang Zhengqiang anxiously approached him with his mobile phone in hand.

"What is it?"

"look."

Zhang Zhengqiang handed the phone to his father, and Zhang Desheng was in a bad mood when he saw Zhang Zhicheng's face.

"This guy is really a thief. He is now doing live broadcasts, buying popularity, and trying his best to portray himself as a dutiful son. He just wants to be the village party secretary."

Zhang De said angrily.

"If not, we'll also do a live broadcast."

Zhang Zhengqiang thought to himself, I am more handsome than Zhang Zhicheng, there is no reason to lose.

"Yes, we can't pull down."

The two started the live broadcast, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, there was no one there, so they could only stare wide-eyed.

"Dad, why are there so many people on Zhang Zhicheng's side, and there is no one in our live broadcast room."

Zhang Zhengqiang is depressed. How did he know that the new account is actually like this. It takes a long time for someone to count. If Zhang Zhicheng can become popular, it is because his video became popular first and became famous.

"Buy, must buy."

Zhang Desheng charged five thousand and started buying resources. Soon, he was on the recommendation page. On the screen, Zhang Zhengqiang was washing his father's feet, looking very filial.

"Pretentiously, it's disgusting."

"Using filial piety as a gimmick to make money, bah, shameless."

Not only did they not praise, but some people cursed angrily.

"What is pretending? I'm really a filial son."

Zhang Zhengqiang retorted.

However, the more he said that, the more people didn't buy it, and the barrage scolded him harder.

The night was quiet, and the two figures crouched down and cautiously moved towards the back mountain. It was already autumn, and it was already very cool in the middle of the night. Plus, this area was still a cemetery, so it became even more eerie.

"Ergou, flashlight."

Luo Hongqiang stretched out his hand and started with a small flashlight. He looked around and turned on the small flashlight when he found no one there.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and there was no one outside, let alone a rural cemetery, which was even more impossible.Why is Luo Hongqiang here?

The reason was very simple. Zhang Desheng was chatting with him and secretly told him that when Zhang Zhicheng's father was buried, he buried a lot of gold and jade.Luo Hongqiang was naturally moved after hearing this.

In addition to stealing and stealing, Luo Hongqiang's other vice is tomb robbing.I heard that Zhang Zhicheng's father was buried with a lot of gold objects. It is abnormal for him to do nothing but do nothing.

"This tomb is so spectacular. It is worthy of being a well-known dutiful son in this area."

Ergou sighed when he saw such a magnificent tomb.

"Isn't this nonsense? If he wasn't a dutiful son, would he be able to bury so many gold artifacts? Your father died, would you bury the gold artifacts?"

Luo Hongqiang asked back.

"Of course I won't bury it. With that money, it would be great if I could play with women."

Er Gou shook his head, I don't care if my father lives or dies, as long as I'm free and easy.

"Stop rambling, work."

The two took shovels and shovels and started digging.

"bump--"

The two were startled, thinking they had encountered a ghost, and trembling with fright, it took Luo Hongqiang a long time to recover, and took a closer look with a flashlight.A thick steel bar appeared.

"Damn it, as expected of a filial son, this damn is made of reinforced concrete."

Luo Hongqiang scolded that he had also worked on construction sites before, and the group of real estate factory workers dared to cut corners on everything, except for the reinforced concrete of the load-bearing wall, they dared not be sloppy at all.

He knows how strong this thing is. With the few tools they have, let alone digging up the grave, it may be difficult even to scratch the skin.

It was precisely because the grave was made of reinforced concrete that when Zhou Mingwei dug the grave, he returned in vain and went back to find the excavator.

"Brother, do you still want to dig?"

Ergou asked.

"Dig fart."

Luo Hongqiang was depressed. He came to the gloomy cemetery in the middle of the night. He originally wanted to make a fortune, but in the end, he dug up a man with an iron head.

The two of them prepared to go back depressedly. They could still sleep for two hours if they went home early. As they walked, they reached the grave of Zhang Desheng's family.

"Boss, this tomb is so spectacular. There may be gold objects in it."

Ergou felt that since he came out once, it made no sense to return empty-handed.

"There is gold and hair, and concrete—"

"Snapped--"

With two dogs and an iron hoe, the cement on the graveyard cracked, making a crisp sound.

When building graves in rural areas, they should be covered with cement to prevent long grass from growing bamboo. How can anyone build reinforced concrete like Zhang Zhicheng, like a bunker?

"Boss, it's not concrete, digging or not."

Ergou picked up a fragment and was very excited.

"Isn't this nonsense? Of course digging."

The two took off their coats, revealing their strong muscles, and began to work.Yue Mo dug for half an hour, and through the faint light of a small flashlight, he could vaguely see the red coffin panels.

The two of them were also brave people. They pried open the panels of the coffin, picked up the flashlight and went down to search, but after searching for a long time, they didn't find a hair.

"Made, bad luck."

Ergou scolded, and prepared to cover the coffin and fill the grave a little bit.

Luo Hongqiang sat depressed in front of the tombstone, lit a cigarette, and unintentionally glanced at the tombstone with his flashlight, thinking: Damn it, no, he dug Zhang Desheng's father's grave.

"Don't fill it out."

"what?"

Ergou felt a little wicked.

"Walk--"

Luo Hongqiang felt angry. After all, Zhang Desheng definitely knew that he had dug it, so there was no need to take off his pants and fart before filling them up again.

(End of this chapter)