Seven Hundred and Seventieth IX Little Guys

"Hey, Mr. Aiden, and you, Mr. Mason, are you going to go fishing?" Seeing the two little guys carrying a small bucket and a fishing rod, the building administrator asked curiously.

"Yes, Frank, do you want to go together?" The two little guys said solemnly.

Although only 5 years old, this is not the first time they have acted alone.

Of course it wasn't 'alone' in the true sense, and there were four tall and tall bodyguards beside them, looking around with sharp eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my work is not done, if it's next weekend, maybe we can get together,

My grilled fish is really good, you should try it! "

"Well, I hope there will be a chance next time." The two little guys nodded with a smile, and walked towards Central Park after greeting Frank.

Fishing is not prohibited in the current park, but there is little harvest, because there are too many people swimming and boating in it.

"Aiden, why did you come fishing?" Mason looked very restless. Compared with fishing, he was more curious about everything on the street, and he was more willing to walk around and have a look.

"Fishing is a joy in a man's life, and you should call me brother." Aiden said in an 'old-fashioned' way.

"Why doesn't father ever fish?" Mason asked weakly with his head down.

"Did you forget that father went to sea with his friends?" Aiden looked at him with disgust, and said in his heart, 'Why do I have such a stupid brother. '

"Aiden, are you speaking ill of me?" Mason seemed to sense something, staring at his back in confusion.

"Mason, don't be so sensitive all the time, I'm thinking about today's harvest!" Aiden denied it flatly, so he wouldn't say what he was thinking.

"No, I can feel the thoughts in your heart... Aiden, don't try to lie to me." Mason was sure that his feeling was right, because it was a magical induction unique to twins.

Whenever one of them has a strong thought in their heart, the other can feel it.

Not specific, but able to distinguish between 'good' and 'bad'. '

In the process of bickering, the two little guys also arrived at the destination of the trip, beside the lake in Central Park.

They have their own fixed position, a T-shaped lake bay, surrounded by bushes, with a foothold of less than 2 square meters.

The two little guys stuck their fishing rods in the wet soil, set up the fishing basket by the water, and then dug up the earthworms with a small shovel.

In just 2 minutes, they found a lot of fat and thick earthworms, filling the small iron box next to them that was the size of a fist.

"How about we come to the game?" Mason, who complained about the boredom of fishing before, turned his eyes to look at his brother.

"Oh, what do you want to bet?" Aiden counted his pocket money, about $20.

The money was saved by Aiden doing dishes, cleaning hallways and selling second-hand toys.

"How about 10 dollars?" Mason calculated his brother's 'worth,' if it was too much, he would resist because of fear, and if it was too little, he would not be interested.

Therefore, $10 is the most appropriate.

"No problem, the first to catch three is the winner." Mason suggested that Aiden set the rules, which is fair.

In 15 minutes, Aiden took the lead in catching a grouper. This fish seemed to be quite big, maybe weighing 5 catties.

With the help of the bodyguard, he lifted the fish up, and Aiden looked at his brother proudly.

Wow...

With a hard pull, Mason also gained something, but it was not a fish.

Two, he pulled two fish out of the lake at a time.

It turned out that his fishing line was double hooked.

Not as big as Aiden, but they compare in numbers, not weight.

"No, Mason, you're cheating!" Aiden said, throwing the hook out.

"You know the rules, Aiden." Mason had already put the fish into the basket, and also threw the hook out.

Both of them are very clear about the rules, they only need to abide by the rules, and outside the rules, each depends on his own ability.

At the age of 3, this truth has been imprinted in their hearts.

For example, Mary once put the tacos on the high table and told them: Whoever gets it first can enjoy it alone.

When Mason moved the small bench and used wood chips to cushion it, Aiden was already lying on the sofa, tasting the delicious corn cakes brought by the maid.

There are no rules, no help from others, and his requests are answered.

When learning to swim, whoever holds his breath longer can be rewarded to go to the playground, and no one is allowed to ask for help.

Aiden took a deep breath, buried his head in the water, and thought, 'I've got to win this time. '

But when he turned his head to look beside him, his mouth couldn't help opening, and he gulped down a big sip of water, unable to hold on any longer and lost the game.

Because, Mason is wearing a swimming mask on his face, the mask is completely sealed, and next to it is a straw that sticks out of the water to keep him adequately oxygenated.

With this thing, he can completely 'hold his breath' in it for a year.

The two brothers have played this kind of trick many times, and the two of them have already understood the so-called 'rules'. '

Soon, Mason got the task of 3 fish.

The bet of $10 went smoothly, which was too easy for him.

"I'll win it back." Reluctantly handing him $10, Aiden was already thinking about what to use for the next bet.

Neither Aiden nor Mason waste time on what has been done.

Then they have other things to do, in the afternoon they will sell the seeds of the crops on the Upper West Side, promote the importance of food, and advocate the no waste action.

This is a charity event for children, and many children in the city participated.

Wealthy families place more emphasis on charitable activities because they have enough time, energy and money to support this time-consuming, labor-intensive and expensive activity.

Whether it is a show or not, it is not easy to draw conclusions.

However, all the money obtained from the seeds and crops sold in these activities will be donated to charities, and I believe it will play some role.

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Morocco, National Central Bank.

In this obviously Victorian-style building, the three most important leaders of the think tank under Li Zitao's banner are having a meeting.

"Ben, I don't think they'll last long. Manuel's papers are coming, and we'll be in control of the bank soon enough."

Rush is eating fruit. This season, Morocco is full of birdsong and flowers, which makes people have the urge to stay forever.

"Yes, but the attitude of the Sudan is equally important. Do you want to wait until the end of the war, and the other party declares the transaction illegal and takes back the right to issue currency?"

Last night, they were supposed to have a fun night with the Sultan of Morocco, but Rush messed it up.

This guy actually molested a woman in the palace, and what was even more embarrassing was that the woman happened to be the Sultan's sister, a real Moroccan princess.