"deal with?"

Zhao Yi was a little surprised that Gerald actually used this word.

"This thing belongs to the government's strategic embargo material and must be recycled unconditionally. As compensation, you can get 50,000 federal dollars."

"fifty thousand?"

Zhao Yi sat upright and asked in disbelief: "A plasma cannon is only worth one thousand yuan?"

"Those damn stingy MPs will never give you a million yuan bonus. If you send these seized materials to a public port for evaluation, they will not even take out a penny, but will give you a so-called "good citizen certificate" that is good citizenship. The only value of that thing is that you can get an extra 138.60 cents of pension every month after you retire."

Gerald obviously hated this compensation system. He said in a depressed manner: "I suggest that you convert all these seized materials that cannot be sold into military merits. Fifty plasma cannons are enough to promote your military rank to one level."

Zhao Yi frowned, was silent for a few seconds, and said: I am going to school."

This sentence obviously had a struggle. Gerald stopped the movements in his hand, raised his head, and stared at him with a sharp gaze.

"If you were not General Zhao Heng's son, I wouldn't say so much to you————Listen to the child, in private, you can call me "uncle". I don't know what you have learned from those survivors in the past eighteen years. But they certainly have never taught you how to deal with people outside. I feel that you are escaping, and I don't know what you are escaping. This world is not as simple as you imagined. You must have more to live a better life. I know that you want to be an ordinary person, but that also means that you have no power and belong to a class that may be deceived, oppressed, and abandoned at any time. When you have more and get more, you will actually find that the process of striving and working hard is far more fun than being dull and dull."

Gerald paused and continued: "General Zhou Yiming no longer serves as the supreme commander of the Earth headquarters. He will go to the capital star "Light of Hope" to take on a new position. Similarly, I, as a general, conducts material assessments for you for the first and last time. You must have a high enough military rank to make those who covet you afraid of it. Remember, in many cases, power is actually the best means of self-protection, not a burden you imagine———”

Gerald spoke very harshly. But for some reason, Zhao Yi didn't find those words harsh. On the contrary, this general with a rough appearance gave him a kindness and care that he had never experienced before.

"If you have any questions, you can come to me anytime."

Gerald showed a gentle smile on his face. He leaned over the table, stretched out his broad hand, rubbed Zhao Yi's head intimately, and said in the deepest tone: "One day, your parents will be proud of you. If something makes you confused or sad, remember, they are all silently watching you in the sky forever!"

The plaster avatar placed on the wooden platform in the center of the classroom has been replaced by Balzac.

The newly cut white paper is spread on the drawing board and the fingers are gently stroked. It has a slight friction feeling, not smooth, but it is the most suitable paper for sketching.

Looking carefully at the "Apollo" sketch taken from the drawing board, Zhao Yi sighed softly, and with a feeling of frustration and failure, he rolled the painting into a paper tube, tied it in twine, and placed it close to his wall.

"Don't be discouraged! I think this is much better than the previous homework you drew———"

Ace seemed to feel his thoughts, pointing at the portrait of Balzac on the platform, and patting his shoulder friendly, saying, "I bet you will be comfortable when drawing this guy, and feel more like you usually."

Zhao Yi smiled indifferently: "Hope!"

As he said that, he subconsciously glanced at Zhang Xiaoxian standing next to him.

She seemed not to hear the conversation between Zhao Yi and Ace, but just lowered her head, tore off a piece of sealing glue, carefully glued it to the corners of the drawing board, and fixed the drawing paper.

"Take out your enthusiasm and passion to draw this homework. I will decide the scores that should be given at this stage based on your specific performance and your serious attitude towards art.

The voice of the lecturer Stanley should be proportional to his crazy love for art.

He walked into the classroom in a hurry, closed the door, summoned the students to the podium as usual, pointed to the plaster figure in the center of the classroom, and said almost like a shout: "Pay attention to its face, especially three-quarters of the sides. Don't be confused by those messy beards, it will never become the key to the picture. Eyes, nose, cheekbones, and foreheads, painting is not a simple copy, you must see the internal bones through the skin. This is the charm of sketching—the charm of art—the charm of painting—”

It should be admitted that if you don’t look at your personal character, Stanley’s unique insights in art are indeed admirable.

"A person who judges in a week and who can produce works that satisfy me will get six credits. Those who ranked last will only get zero points. Now, start drawing!"

According to convention, Stanley explained each student individually. The process lasted about half an hour and finally, he walked behind Zhao Yi, who was mixed with expectation and fear of the dual psychology.

"Pay attention to composition and light and dark relationship. Your last homework was very good, and I plan to use your exercises as a template and collect them by the college. You are very talented in this regard. It should be very helpful to you when you look at the paintings of famous artists."

These words were definitely not said to Zhao Yi——Stanley never showed such a friendly attitude to him. Although he had guessed the answer, Zhao Yi still couldn't help but turn around and wanted to see what this man showed in front of the girl.

This is not intentional ridicule or ridicule. In the subconscious, Zhao Yi still wants to find a sample for reference in terms of feelings. In the words of fat Liang Liang, it is "Look at others and learn how to pick up girls."

Stanley obviously carefully modified his appearance—a gray suit made of linen, with leather shoes shawls shawls, and his long hair should have just been washed, a little damp. He tied a black ribbon behind his head, showing a unique masculine charm.

He held two light red tickets in his hand. It looked like they were tickets for a large exhibition. Zhao Yi noticed that Stanley's eyes were constantly scanning the bottom of Zhang Xiaoxian's tun. She was wearing very cool today. The light blue low-waisted denim short ku set off her straight and slender legs, and the thin-soled clamped-toe sandals made her look particularly cute. Especially the arms stretched out from the short-sleeved T-shirt, the white and pink make people want to have the urge to commit crime.

“The fourth tour of the Federal National Gallery, this Saturday, you will love it.”

Stanley spoke very lightly. As a teacher, he had to pay attention to his image. However, in this small circle that deviated from a normal perspective, no matter how slight his tone was, Zhao Yi and Ace would always hear it clearly.

Zhang Xiaoxian seemed not to understand the suitor's painstaking efforts. She looked at the smiling art lecturer and stared at him coldly for nearly three minutes. Without saying a word, she turned around and continued to outline the plaster on the drawing paper.

This made Stanley very embarrassed. He slowly rubbed the two tickets in his hand, raised his head from time to time, and observed the movements around him vigilantly and nervously. He had discovered his mistakes - the classroom was obviously not the best place to confess or invite. When saying these words, or using tough means to force women to submit, he should at least choose a familiar and hidden place.

For example, your own office.

After figuring this out, Stanley suddenly felt a little restrained when raising his hands and feet. Maybe it was because of his covetousness, or maybe it was because he really liked this beautiful and rich girl. He felt that he was back to the first time he invited a woman to date. This feeling was not comfortable. Especially in Zhao Yi and Ace's eyes, sarcastic gazes were occasionally emitted.

When he spoke, the other party was not Standry stood there at a loss. After a few minutes, he might feel that this was a detriment to his dignity. He suddenly threw the ticket in his hand at Zhang Xiaoxian's easel, walked out of the classroom with a blue face.

The moment the door closed, a low voice of "Jiri" sounded in the classroom. In a vague way, words like "Old cows gnaw on tender grass" and "teacher-student love" can be heard occasionally.

Zhao Yi's curiosity was unprecedentedly satisfying. As the bystander closest to the two parties involved, he did learn a lot from Stanley's failure. He gradually understood that the word "swallow" is often a woman's patent.

He happily outlined his painting paper. His mood largely determines whether paintings are inspired. Zhao Yi never liked Stanley. Although he also did not like Zhang Xiaoxian, compared with the two, the former suffered losses and was more comfortable in body and mind.

The flat gray lines have already highlighted the basic facial features of the plaster avatar. The fingers clamp the slender pencil and began to further draw the details. At this moment, the two base tones were dark red, and the conspicuous position was printed with rectangular tickets for Van Gogh's work "Sunflower", and they were handed directly under Zhao Yi's nose.

"This ticket is indeed difficult to do, and the exhibition is worth seeing. There is no need to waste it. Are you interested in accompanying me?"

The hand holding the ticket was slender and white. I looked in the direction of my arm and was Zhang Xiaoxian's black and slightly cold eyes, with a bit of pretty eyes on her eyebrows.

The afternoon sun is hotter than usual. It shines directly from the sky and shines a blazing white light on the terrazzo floor, so strong that it is impossible to look directly at.

Short ku is not a woman's patent. But they use length as a standard to differentiate this kind of clothing that originally had no obvious gender characteristics out of boundaries.

No matter from which perspective, Zhao Yi thinks that Zhang Xiaoxian's hot ku is too short. The thin high elastic denim fabric wraps the tun section, outlining the clear T-shaped ku outline. The white T-shirt is too wide, revealing its thin and slender neck, and a black bra suspender crossed from both sides of the shoulders.

The sterling silver earrings are very large and shaken back and forth at the back of the cheeks on both sides. There is a short, dull Buji bear in the center of the baseball cap, with long hair tied into a ponytail, and it moves left and right with the rhythm of footsteps. This dress is rich in the youthful atmosphere of a girl, but her face is covered by a pair of sunglasses. She can only imagine the girl's beautiful and charming face through the curved back and side.

Zhao Yi was watching an art exhibition for the first time in his life. He truly felt that he was directly facing the strong shock and touch of the original painting. It was definitely not the effect that computer pictures or film and television images could simulate. Those brushstrokes that had long become history, and the accumulated colors that were extremely heavy under the washing of time were copied and worshipped by countless people, becoming miraculous glory, and they were declared to Zhao Yi in an extremely solemn way that art is the most primitive witness of history and civilization.

Zhang Xiaoxian seemed to be insulated from the word "smile". The sunglasses blocked the eyes and also covered the subtle changes in facial muscles. It was only like now that when she was sitting in a fast food restaurant and enjoying ice cream, she would raise the two pieces of black glass high, jammed her forehead, revealing her face with fatigue and blank expressions.

"Why are you asking me to see the art exhibition?"

Zhao Yi scooped up a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, put it into his mouth, and asked seriously.

"Because the tickets are free, I don't like that guy Stanley either."

Zhang Xiaoxian calmed down the messy hair in her ears, and her expression was as cold as the temperature of the chocolate sundae in front of her.

"This is obviously not the correct answer."

Zhao Yi poured water into Zhang Xiaoxian's eyes, hoping to find some flaw in it: "You should go to meet Ace. He is very handsome and rich, and is more suitable than me."

"I don't like him----"

Zhang Xiaoxian's answer was as sharp as ever. She sucked the ice cream that she picked on the plastic spoon and said unhappily: "If you want to watch an exhibition, are you still whining?"

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment and then fell into silence.

He suddenly felt a little regretful————Why did he take the ticket at that time and promise to see this exhibition?

The atmosphere on the dining table began to appear dull.

Perhaps he realized that it was a problem caused by his own words, Zhang Xiaoxian frowned and swallowed the ice cream in her mouth, picked up the facial tissue placed at her hand and wiped the corners of her lips, looked at Zhao Yi for a few minutes, and said, "What kind of girl do you like?"

This problem was so sudden and unexpected. Zhao Yi almost choked by the food in his mouth, and quickly coughed in a mess, looking at the opposite side with a puzzled and weird gaze.

"Why do you think of asking this?"

Zhao Yi felt that he really couldn't understand Zhang Xiaoxian's thinking.

"There is no special reason, I just want to know."

She replied lightly. The expression on her face had not changed at all, like a sculpture.

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Having said that, Zhao Yi subconsciously thought of Yu Bei.

Zhang Xiaoxian glanced at him sideways, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was obvious sarcastic.

"It's almost time, let's go!"

Zhao Yi suddenly lost the appetite to continue eating. Although, he has always liked ice cream.

Zhang Xiaoxian nodded, picked up the bag and coat placed on the seat next to her, and stood up sideways.

They didn't notice that in the slanted backwards, a middle-aged man with a kind expression and smile on his face seemed to be always hanging on his face. In the upper right corner of his dining table, a bottle of Coke with torn off the wrapping paper was placed. Through the reflection of the surface of the glass bottle, he had been carefully observing all the actions of Zhao Yi and Zhang Xiaoxian. The micro-sound control device installed on the watch recorded the entire conversation between the two young people in detail. The pinhole detection lens on the back of the collar had taken dozens of photos related to them in a short few minutes.

Zhang Kuishan is fifty-eight years old this year.

The weight of 164 kilograms evolved into short, thick and sturdy thighs, drooping from his chest to his abdomen, stacked chin, and huge obstacles from any angle whether he stood up or sat, making his eyes unable to see his genitals and a fat and round belly.

He is very fat and very old. But no one can deny that he is Zhang Xiaoxian's biological father.

The miracle of species evolution cannot be explained by common sense at all. I can only sigh that fairy tales such as beauties and beasts do have surprisingly realistic basis.

Although, it is the father-daughter version.

When Zhang Xiaoxian walked into the living room, Zhang Kuishan was sitting in front of the TV to watch the Planet Cup football match. The floor was covered with broken peanut shells, and there were a few pieces of hard dried salted tomatoes left in the porcelain bowl on the coffee table, and popcorn bags were thrown everywhere. As for the corner of the wall next to the sofa, hundreds of empty beer bottles were piled up, and a few cockroaches were happily playing games between the mouths of the bottles.

The room was as messy as a slum. But in fact, this is the most expensive villa area next to the National University Town—a price of 120,000 federal dollars per square meter.

As the chairman of "Zhang's Heavy Industry", Zhang Kuishan is not short of money. But he doesn't like playing golf, nor does he like listening to symphony or opera. He likes to lie on the sofa and watch football games as he is now, with beer, spiced peanuts, braised broad beans, and popcorn next to it.

Everyone has their own way of life. It is not a question of who is more noble than who, just because of interests and hobbies.

Zhang Xiaoxian was obviously more careful than when she was outside. She hesitated for a moment, slowly walked to the sofa and stood still, looked at the Federal international who had just scored a goal on the TV screen and was yelling and running wildly, turned around and said in a pleading tone: "Father let me go! I really don't feel anything about that man named Zhao Yi."!
Chapter completed!