The little lion I picked up is the Reichsmarshal

After Song Ming went back, Mother Song was still a little surprised, "Mingming, why did you leave work so early today?"

Song Ming was in a bad mood, ignored her, and returned to his room with a sullen face.

Song's mother was worried, and turned the doorknob, and saw her son lying on the bed with a quilt covering his face.

Her intuition was wrong, "Obviously, what happened? Tell Mom."

He remained silent.

"Hey, you child! Why don't you talk!" Mother Song pushed him anxiously.

Song Ming was already irritable, and Song's mother added fuel to the fire.

He threw off the quilt abruptly and yelled at Mother Song impatiently, "Mom, can you leave me alone, I want to be alone!"

Mother Song was taken aback by his yelling, her eyes turned red instantly.

After shouting, Song Ming also felt a little guilty, but he couldn't shame himself into apologizing, so he could only keep silent.

After a few seconds, he grabbed two handfuls of hair and took a deep breath, "Mom, go out first, I don't want to talk now."

"...Okay." Mother Song nodded. She walked to the door and couldn't help turning her head, "Then what do you want for lunch? Mom will make it for you."

"I do not want to eat."

He was already full.

"It's okay if you don't eat, Mom will cook your favorite food for you—" Mother Song wiped her hands on her apron, and began to ramble again.

"Mom!" Song Ming collapsed.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, let's go." Song's mother hurriedly begged for mercy, and then closed the door.

After going out, she stood at the door for a long time, raised and lowered her hand countless times, finally sighed, and called Father Song.

After Song's father heard what Song's mother said, he quickly put down what he was doing and hurried back.

The father and son chatted for a long time in the bedroom. After figuring out the cause and effect, Song's father hated that iron could not be made into steel, "You say you, why are you messing with that poor boy?"

Song Ming was also wronged.

If I knew Shen Qingzhou was so tough, how dare he provoke him?

But it's too late to say anything now.

"Be more careful in your work in the future. There are many ways to deal with a boy from a remote area. There is no need to end it yourself. How did I teach you before?"

"Dad, I know I was wrong." Song Ming lowered his head like an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

Song's father shook his head, thinking of Shen Qingzhou who had harmed his son, a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, "Don't touch that kid at this juncture, or your cousin will be even more angry. We will have time to settle the matter when the limelight passes!"

"Yeah!" Song Ming regained some energy now.

Father Song waited until the Pharmacy Association branch got off work in the evening, and then brought Song Ming to the door.

"Third brother, didn't you agree to give Mingming the recommendation quota, why do you want to give it to an outsider now?" After entering the room, Song's father did not make excuses, and asked questions.

Song Ming followed Song's father, and now he has someone to support him, and he is not afraid of the branch president like he was in the branch of the Pharmacy Association.

"Song Ming was the most suitable candidate before, but Shen Qingzhou's talent and ability are stronger than him, and he can make more contributions to the empire in the future."

Speaking of Shen Qingzhou, the branch president's always serious face showed a bit of helplessness and pride.

For nearly a hundred years, the empire has not had a 2S-level pharmacist. Every time a pharmacist conference is held, the empire will be stepped on by the federation. They have to ask for help, and they dare not mess with it.

Now that there is such a heaven-defying existence as Shen Qingzhou, this year's pharmacist conference will definitely swell the faces of the grandchildren of the Federation!

The branch president's expression deeply hurt Song Ming's sensitive and jealous heart.

If it is said that the hatred for Shen Qingzhou was only seven points at the beginning, it will directly break the table now.

The branch president has always been the pride of the family, and Song Ming has been chasing each other as a target since he was a child.

As long as the branch leader said "it's okay" with a straight face, he was instantly ecstatic.

But such a stingy praiser would praise someone he hates, how could Song Ming be willing?

"No matter how talented that Shen Qingzhou is, his surname is not Song!" Father Song was furious.

He knew about this younger brother's axis before, but he didn't expect to change it now!

"How can you turn your elbows out!"

"The recommendation quota belongs to the branch, not the Song family, and it has nothing to do with the surname." The branch president's expression was serious instantly, "Because I am the branch president, I can't favoritism!"

"Besides, with Shen Qingzhou's talent, he will definitely become a 2S or even 3S pharmacist in the future. I can't just watch such a talent be buried!"

"Even if he is a 3S pharmacist in the future, so what? Can he bring benefits to our Song family?" Father Song was dizzy with anger. Cut off his way forward for an outsider?"

"Brother, let me say this one last time. This recommended quota belongs to the Annanxing Branch of the Pharmacy Association, not mine!" !"

"The third child!" Song's father was completely angry, "Okay, let's pretend that Shen Qingzhou is really capable, but he has already offended him. Can you guarantee that he won't beat the Song family back after he becomes successful?"

"Third son, the Song family has invested so much resources in you, how can you ruin the family that worked so hard to cultivate you for an outsider? You must not forget your roots!"

"If Song Ming didn't take the initiative to provoke, Shen Qingzhou would hold grudges?" The branch president was very straightforward, and his words hit the nail on the head, "Brother, I didn't care how you taught the children before, but when did he have this kind of comparison and vanity? A poor country, a poor boy, listen, is this a human language?"

God knows how angry he was when he watched the surveillance replay.

Even if Shen Qingzhou has no ability and is just an ordinary person, the branch president cannot accept Song Ming's behavior.

His words were like a loud slap on Song Ming's face.

Song Ming was ashamed and angrily wishing he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

"Obviously, I'm right, isn't that kid?" Father Song said with a matter-of-fact expression.

Branch President: "..."

He finally knew why Song Ming said those words. It turned out that the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked.

The branch president rubbed his aching temples, "Then according to what you said, the people from the Imperial City called us Annan people are bumpkins. Not only can we not get angry, but we also have to put on a shy face to curry favor with them?"

An angry expression was evident on Father Song's face, "He dares!"

"Look, you can't accept it yourself. How can Shen Qingzhou not be angry after hearing this?"

"That's all I've said, brother, go back if you have nothing else to do." The branch leader waved his hand, his eyes full of disappointment.

Song's father is so peaceful that he is too selfish, and only sees the Song family in his eyes.

But he can't do this.

Shen Qingzhou is so talented that he will definitely become the mainstay of the empire in the future. If it is really because of his own selfish desires to cut off the other party's way to rise, what face does he have to continue to be the president of this branch?

Father Song wanted to say something, but the branch president didn't want to hear any more, so he asked the security guard to ask them to leave.

"Dad, what should we do?" Song Ming asked anxiously after getting into the car.

"Let me think about it." Father Song sighed and rubbed his sore temples.

His younger brother is stubborn when he is young, and he believes that one thing will not be turned back easily.

At present, we can only find a breakthrough from that boy Shen Qingzhou.

As long as Shen Qingzhou bites him to death and doesn't let go, the branch president can't tie people up. By then, the quota will not be his own?

Shen Qingzhou didn't know Song's father's plan. He had just finished taking a shower, and now he was sitting on the bed with his arms around the little white lion watching a food show.

"Hey~ This medium-rare steak is still dripping with blood, just like raw. Is it really edible?"

Shen Qingzhou looked disgusted, and complained, "The Federation is really a magical place. Bread is as self-defense as an iron bar, and canned herring smells so bad that it can be used as a living thing. It's nothing more than a chemical weapon, and I drink blood. Fortunately, I am in the empire now, otherwise starve!"

The little white lion nodded in agreement and crossed this restaurant off the list.

The author has something to say: Tsk, no eyes!

感谢在2020-08-2717:32:13~2020-08-2800:35:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Guess, I guess, can you guess 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Sleeping Crow; 1 bottle of Strawberry Smoothie without ice and smiling dimples;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!