I’m From an Ordinary Family, for Real!

 Chen Chu’s face looked a little weird. Xiuer said he was sorry, but there was no hint of apology in his emotions.

These two people...are definitely evil, do they know each other?

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 After Wei Guozhong left, Chen Chu started to make tea. There was a briefcase on the coffee table.

Chen Chu said: "Xiuer, take this gift back."

“Tell your boss, I’ll accept your offer, but you can take back the gift.”

 Shur regretfully withdrew the agreement and explained: "Actually, I am now Mr. Martinson's adopted son."

Chen Chu suddenly said: "Oh, adopted son?"

“Actually, I really want to know, who is old Mr. Martinson?”

Shurdao: "Old Mr. Martinson is the head of one of the world's top secluded financial groups. He is known as one of the twenty most powerful people in the world."

 After a pause, he added: “This is something recognized by the world.”

“Of course, those civilians are not qualified to participate in the selection, and they don’t even know about these things.”

 “This is generally accepted by those in the know.”

Chen Guoqiang and Yang Yumei, who had been listening next to them, looked at each other and felt that things were a bit serious.

I didn’t expect to know such a person. If they were in the past, they would have been one of these civilians who knew nothing.

 But now, not only do they know about it, but they also know such a person. They would rather not know about it.

Some things are not a good thing to know, just like this time.

Chen Chu was not shocked by the identity of the so-called old Mr. Martinson. His ability to accept it had long been numb.

Even if someone told him that there is actually an alien fleet on the moon, he would not be surprised at all.

Xiure carefully observed Chen Chu's expression and found that there was no change in Chen Chu's expression.

He was not surprised that Chen Chu knew about the Martinson Consortium. The Martinson Consortium was said to be a hidden consortium, but in fact, anyone who reached a certain level would know about it.

However, Chen Chu did not show the emotions he should have after learning about the Martinson Consortium, such as shock and excitement.

On the contrary, he was still very normal, and his mood did not even fluctuate.

 Hugher was originally waiting for Chen Chu to show a surprised expression.

result…

 But then I thought about it, Chen Chu was the son of God who controlled the holy spring.

He actually thought that the Son of God might show an expression of wonder because of the money in the world? How ironic is this?

He is like a mortal who does not know the greatness of the gods and tries to shock the gods with his meager and useless wealth?

This is indeed a sarcasm and... blasphemy.

 He is using earthly money to blaspheme the Son of God, which is unforgivable.

Shur could not help but lower his head in shame and did not dare to look directly at Chen Chu's face. He was afraid that the Son of God would see through his heart.

Chen Chu glanced at Xiuer who suddenly lowered his head in confusion, not knowing what was going on with him.

Chen Chu briefly sensed Xiure's emotions and found that his emotions at this time were negative, including regret and uneasiness.

 “It’s weird.” Chen Shenzi Chu muttered.

 He did not know that he had been named the Son of God, and it had not happened in a short period of time.

 “Xiuer, come and drink tea.” Chen Chu greeted him.

Xiure came back to his senses, quickly took the tea cup with both hands, and said respectfully: "Crab."

Chen Chu waved his hand to indicate that you're welcome.

Chen Guoqiang next to him has been holding back for a while. He has been curious about the briefcase on the coffee table for a long time and has wanted to ask about it for a long time.

 He asked: "Son, what is in this bag?"

 Chen Chu glanced at Xiure and said, "An equity transfer agreement is of high value."

"How many?"

 “About 300 billion, US dollars.”

  “How much?!”  Chen Chu repeated: “About 300 billion US dollars.”

Chen Guoqiang and Yang Yumei fell into deep thought. They were calculating what kind of wealth this was and how much it would be in RMB.

 After the results were calculated, my mind was buzzing. Is this so much?

 “Son, you can’t accept it.” Chen Guoqiang said hurriedly.

Chen Chu whispered: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

After Yang Yumei came to her senses, she got up and prepared to go to the kitchen.

When Chen Chu saw it, he asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Yang Yumei said without looking back: "Bring some fruit snacks to your friend. It's not appropriate to just drink tea."

Chen Chu also understands my mother’s character. Years of life in the market have inevitably made her character a bit philistine, but her character is definitely not bad.

 The adult world is indeed like this, very realistic.

 What kind of capital you have determines how others treat you.

　How much you are willing to give determines whether others regard you as one of their own.

 Obviously, Xiuer wanted to give Yiyi gifts and thoughts as soon as he made a move, and my mother directly regarded him as one of her own, which was very realistic.

Even though the gift was not confiscated, I received it with my heart, and I suddenly felt that I was much closer to Shuer.

No, my mother still has to prepare a fruit plate and snacks for him.

Chen Chu said: "Mom, then go and get my 'those' fruits from the cabinet."

Yang Yumei asked uncertainly: "Those fruits you brought back?"

Chen Chu affirmed: "Yes, take those fruits."

 I'm sorry, but Chen Chu is also such a layman. People respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot.

 It doesn’t matter whether you receive the gift or not, as long as it’s what you meant.

Xiure held the tea cup carefully and glanced at Chen Chu secretly several times. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't notice the riddle that Chen Chu and Yang Yumei were playing.

But even if he was listening carefully, he probably wouldn't understand what Chen Chu and Yang Yumei were saying, right?

Those ones, I can’t tell them apart.

Yang Yumei took out a fruit plate from the kitchen, entertained Shuer warmly and said, "Xiu, Shuer? Come, eat some fruit."

Xiuer came back to his senses and stood up quickly when he saw the fruit brought by Yang Yumei and said: "Crab, please keep your politeness and send it to me!"

 Chen Chu suppressed a smile and corrected: "Xiu'er, you should say you're welcome at this time."

Shuer nodded seriously: "I understand, no need, you're welcome!"

“Okay, okay, stop teaching me, eat the fruit first.” Chen Guoqiang greeted.

One of the people present took a piece of fruit, and Shuer really didn't know how to be polite and started eating it directly.

 But just after taking a bite, the whole person suddenly froze.

This fruit…

 He glanced at Chen Chu, then looked at Chen Guoqiang: "This fruit?"

Chen Guoqiang motioned for him to eat quickly: "Eat, eat, you're welcome."

Shuer ate it in small bites, tasting it carefully and cherishing it.

Perhaps he never dreamed that one day he would cherish a fruit so much, right?

Even though he is a die-hard fan of Old Martinson since childhood, he is definitely full of all kinds of daily necessities.

Yang Yumei saw that he had finished eating but didn't move anymore, so she enthusiastically stuffed another fruit into his hand: "Xiuer, eat, eat."

 Shur held it in his hand but still didn't move it.

Chen Guoqiang asked in confusion: "Xiuer, why don't you eat?"

"I'm reluctant to eat it. I want to take one to my father to try." (End of chapter)