Chapter 488 Father and Son Break Each Other's Defenses

"Useful things? How is that possible!" Zi Qiao replied without thinking.

He felt that no one in the world knew his godfather better than he did. For his godfather, sales promotion was not only a job, but also his hobby.

And selling to that person the things that others need least is a bad taste and little hobby that the godfather is proud of.

He likes to sell refrigerators to Eskimos and auction tennis balls to Federer. There are sea cucumbers for sale, but he insists on selling wheelchairs to football players. Now his main business is selling fans in Russia.

...In short, if he said that he sold some useful things to everyone in the apartment, Zi Qiao would definitely not believe it.

However, Zi Qiao also heard the dissatisfaction in Dumas' words. He did not want this kind of thing to affect their father-son relationship.

So Zi Qiao patiently coaxed: "Godfather, my group of friends are all paupers, and none of them can make any money out of it.

"And if you sell it to them so cheaply, wouldn't it be a huge loss?"

Seeing Alexandre Dumas giving him a strange look, Zi Qiao quickly said: "Actually, I'm not very familiar with them, so you must not sell things cheaply because of me.

"How about this? I'll help you get the things back, and you return the money to them.

"I'm familiar with the iPartment, and I promise to help you find a group of fools and wealthy people, so that you can make a lot of money."

Alexandre Dumas looked at Zi Qiao dumbfounded: "Ziqiao, isn't it good to use the trick of coaxing a little girl to deal with your godfather?"

"No, absolutely not."

Of course, Zi Qiao couldn't admit it at this time: "I just think it's a huge loss, godfather, to sell your good stuff to a bunch of ignorant idiots like them."

He was about to get up as he said this: "Don't worry, godfather, I promise to help you get back the things you sold to them intact.

"You should return the money quickly, we don't like the three melons and two dates of these paupers."

"sit down."

Alexandre Dumas calmly waved his hand for Zi Qiao to sit down. Although Zi Qiao was unwilling, he also knew that if his godfather did not refund the money, it would be useless even if he took the things back.

Tsk, if he had known that everyone would be deceived by his godfather, he wouldn't have gone to see the beauties in swimsuits, so that he wouldn't have to sacrifice poor Xiao Hei.

Seeing Zi Qiao sitting down obediently, Dumas sighed: "Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. The money and goods are both settled, and there is no further relationship.

"You've even forgotten all the rules of the business. It seems you really don't intend to do this anymore.

"Ziqiao, it's understandable that you don't want to be a godfather in this industry. You want to take care of yourself here at a young age. My godfather will respect your choice as much as possible, but you can't break my rules.

"Besides, am I your godfather who is short of money?"

Zi Qiao looked at Alexandre Dumas, and the puzzled and shocked expression on his face clearly said: "How can people like us, father and son, who want to pick up five girls a day and rent houses seven times, not be short of money?"

oh.

Zi Qiao nodded in realization. It seemed that his godfather was really old.

The glory of the past is no longer there.

"I always think you're thinking of something very presumptuous."

Alexandre Dumas raised his head quite proudly: "I want to tell you, despite your godfather, my hair is white, but the rich women in Moscow all like my white hair very much, and they all love me so much.

"They are so crazy that they put money into my account every day. Your godfather, I have no shortage of money at all."

"What's "In Moscow: The Dominant Rich Women's Single Favorite"."

Zi Qiao simply didn't believe that his godfather could still survive the old tree. Spring came again yesterday, and every spring was like a spring.

Unexpectedly, Alexandre Dumas' cell phone started buzzing at this time. He adjusted his glasses, frowned at the caller ID on his cell phone, and hung up the phone after hesitating for a while.

"It's Elizabeth again. This woman is so boring. She keeps pestering me."

Zi Qiao became nervous immediately after hearing this: "Dad, isn't that Elizabeth an Interpol police officer again?"

"Oh, how is that possible? Whose Interpol police officer is a girl in her teens?"

Alexandre Dumas explained: “This Elizabeth is an overseas Chinese I met in Moscow, and she inherited a large inheritance from her ex-husband.

"We had a great time and she later told me she was in love with me and wanted to marry me.

"Of course I ran away without thinking, but this stupid woman refused to give up.

"Later on, she kept following me. She followed me wherever I went. I had no choice but to return to China to avoid the limelight."

"Oh~~~"

Zi Qiao first nodded in realization, then his expression changed and he looked at Dumas expressionlessly.

"Come on, Dad, you are a liar!

"If you are so determined to hide, I don't believe that Elizabeth is so capable of finding you.

"She follows you wherever you go. Is she clairvoyant or clairvoyant?"

He pointed to Alexandre Dumas’ cell phone again: “If you really don’t want her to pester you, you should block her first.

"It's not like you're getting older and you've forgotten how to block someone, right?"

Dumas suddenly fell silent.

"How about...I'll help you block this Elizabeth on all platforms,"

Ziqiao smirked and grabbed Alexandre Dumas's cell phone. He said swornly: "Don't worry, godfather. I'm very familiar with blackmailing girls. I promise that this old rich Moscow woman will not pester you again from now on."

"Don't!" Alexandre Dumas stopped him subconsciously.

"Hey hey hey..."

Zi Qiao gave a triumphant smirk: "I knew you were interested in her, otherwise why would you play the clichéd domineering CEO romance routine of [you run, she chases, and you can't get away] with others.

"So... Elizabeth is not really a domineering rich woman, right?"

Dumas snatched the phone away, glanced at Zi Qiao and said unhappily: "You little brat, you don't even know the principle of seeing through but not saying it."

Zi Qiao approached Dumas in a mean way, and he put his hand on his godfather's shoulder and advised: "Godfather, although your sun never sets, we still can't violate objective laws. Look at you, you didn't have so many white hairs a few years ago.

"Listen to your son's advice, you should find a place to stay."

Dumas fell into silence when he heard this.

He never admitted to being old, and always felt that he was still young.

However, time flies, and I don't know when, he suddenly found in the mirror that his head was covered with white hair, and his body was far less light and agile than when he was young.

Dumas was unwilling to accept it, and even more unwilling to face it, but he knew vaguely...

He was probably really old.

Is it really time for him to find a place to settle down?

Just when Dumas tried to think about this question for the first time, Ziqiao's sly teasing voice echoed in his ears.

"Besides, godfather, if you marry well, then I, as your godson, will also be able to rise to the top."

The sadness that had just arisen in Dumas' heart disappeared immediately, and he glanced at Ziqiao with a smile.

Dumas had heard a lot about marrying a daughter to rise to the top, but this was the first time he heard of marrying a godfather to rise to the top.

This shameless spirit... It's really my godson!

"Ziqiao, I haven't taught you a lesson yet. You are so young, and you want to retire here without having experienced the world.

"But you are so good, you actually want me to find a prison to retire like you?"

"It's an apartment." Ziqiao corrected again, "and the word "serving the sentence" is too exaggerated. "

"Apartment or prison, it's impossible! Don't even think about it!"

Dumas said firmly: "My future is still full of possibilities, and my future is always full of freedom and hope.

"I won't be like you, my heart is still floating in the sky, but I insist on finding a prison to lock up my body."

Dumas looked at Ziqiao with burning eyes: "Ziqiao, do you really want to settle down here?"

"Of course."

Ziqiao shrugged: "Anyway, it's just eating and waiting to die and picking up girls, is there any difference between here and somewhere else?"

"I'm not talking about your body and body, I'm talking about your spirit and soul."

Dumas leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs elegantly and asked: "Ziqiao, ask yourself why you choose to stay?

"Is it because of your friends or because of that girl?

"If your friends have their own families and have to separate, or if that girl has her own new life and happiness, will you still be willing to stay in this apartment and live day after day?"

Dumas sighed: "So I said this is a prison. Love and friendship are two strong shackles that lock your freedom tightly, making you unable to move forward or backward."

"Ziqiao, is this kind of life really the stability you want?"

It was Ziqiao's turn to fall silent.

Dumas chuckled at this: "You haven't thought about it yet, and you still have the nerve to persuade me to find a place to stay.

"Be a son and be an honest son. Don't think about educating your smart and clever godfather."

He stood up leisurely and kicked Ziqiao's trouser leg lightly.

"Okay, don't think too much. You can't get the answer to this kind of thing just by thinking."

Dumas looked at Ziqiao with lifeless eyes and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead: "This kind of thing needs to be understood. "

"Help me put my luggage in first, I'll take out the Moscow sausages and other specialties and deal with them.

"It's too late for lunch today, we'll go to the supermarket to buy some food after lunch.

"Invite all your friends over tonight, I'll treat them to an authentic Russian-style meal."