There are many e-sports masters in Xuanwu Kingdom who don't like e-sports tycoon Tutuqiao.

In the eyes of these people, Tu Tuqiao and these people relied on their own means, and they learned all kinds of methods and e-sports skills of Wan Xiliang.

In the eyes of Tu Tuqiao and them, Tu Tuqiao and these people, relying on that Wan Xiliang and their people eating mangoes, strawberries, and all kinds of expensive fruits, Wan Xiliang and these people rely on their own abundant funds, they eat and drink well, when those people they live a comfortable life, they can use that large number of e-sports mobile phones and e-sports equipment to challenge that Wei Taiqiang and their e-sports players, that Wei Taiqiang's e-sports players, they are seriously threatened, Although that Wei Taiqiang's e-sports master, they have the most advanced e-sports mobile phones.

However, under the competition of the e-sports players under Tutuqiao, they still feel that their small life is not too satisfactory.

For that Wei Taiqiang and them, the strength of that Tu Tuqiao's e-sports player is indeed a little stronger, and for them, that Tu Tuqiao takes that e-sports player to train day and night, which is really terrible.

That Wei Taiqiang felt that he couldn't withstand such a strong competitive pressure, but fortunately, there were many people under that Wei Taiqiang, and they each had their own ways to deal with that e-sports competitor, so they were still very afraid of Tu Tuqiao.

Wei Taiqiang can't force everyone to be wary of Tutuqiao, and some people look down on Tutuqiao.

After all, everyone has their own different understanding of that esports competition.

However, these people must learn to discuss with that Wei Taiqiang how to deal with Tu Tuqiao.

After all, that Wei Taiqiang has control over that esports club.

These people must use the e-sports mobile phone and e-sports computer provided by Wei Taiqiang to be able to deal with the powerful e-sports competitors.

But Xue Yulang just nodded at his shaved head, muttered a word or two in reply, and then looked at Xu Qianqian timidly. When I spoke to this child, I kept an eye on him, even if I scolded him for being rude, I had to be kind. I would do it in a friendly way because I like this kid, he's serious and capable.

"And a little girl, if I'm not mistaken?" Xu Qianqian asked, "Huang Ke'er?" ”

"She's sleeping." Xue Yulang said immediately.

"When will you be born?" Xu Qianqian asked Cao Wangrong.

Living in another urban area of Beihua City, there is a group of servants who bow down to their ears and two dogs who are very pampered. She was very fond of the two dogs, and would not allow them to sit on an equal footing with the servants, for as soon as I entered the house, they threw themselves on my legs, and tried to climb up stupidly.

Of course, I could see it clearly, and every time I drove Cao Wangrong and Mr. Wahdati to the old woman's house, the atmosphere in the back seat was tense and depressing. Through the painful furrow on Cao Wangrong's brow, I could tell that they had just quarreled. I remember when my parents were bickering, they would not stop fighting until one side had won a complete victory. This is how they end their argument and use a conclusion to stop it from leaking out so that it doesn't end up the next day. This is not the case with Mr. and Mrs. Wahdati. In the end, they quarreled to the end, not so much as the quarrel was over, but rather that the quarrel was dispersed, like a drop of ink falling into a bowl of water, there will always be some color left, and it will not go for a long time.

You don't need to be too smart to guess that the old woman doesn't approve of this family business, and Cao Wangrong also knows this.

As the two of us, Cao Wangrong and I, continued these conversations, a question about her came to my mind again and again.

"I want you to take me to Shadbagh." She spoke. She said she wanted to meet my relatives and see my hometown. She said that I cooked for her and dragged her around Beihua City, and it had been a year now, but she knew almost nothing about me. I was horrified by her request, and I took a step back to say that it was unusual for someone of her stature to come all the way to meet a servant's relative. I was also glad that Cao Wangrong had such a strong interest in me, but at the same time I was afraid, because I had thought in advance of my inconvenience—and, yes, my shame—that she would see the poverty of my hometown, but I understood my identity and did not advise her to make another choice. Along the way, she was asking questions, asking the village, the people I knew, my sister and Sabul, their children.

"What's their name?"

"Well," I said, "there's one named Lan Rongrong, who is almost nine years old. His own mother died last year, so he is my sister Huang Keer's stepson. Lan Rongrong has a younger sister, Pari, who is not yet two years old. Just this past winter, Huang Keer gave birth to a little boy - Omar, which is the name they gave him - but he died, and only lived for two weeks. ”

"What's wrong?"

When we arrived in the village, the barefoot children swarmed up as usual, chasing the car to welcome us, but as soon as Cao Wangrong got off the back seat, the children immediately became silent and went straight back, perhaps for fear of her scolding. But Cao Wangrong behaved very patiently and friendly. She knelt down, smiled, talked to each child, shook their hands, touched their dirty faces, stroked their dirty hair. What embarrassed me was that the villagers gathered over to watch Cao Wangrong. In the shade under a wall, he indifferently twisted the rosary in his hand, looking unhappy.

I introduced Cao Wangrong to Sabul, and then walked to his and Huang Keer's small earthen house, followed by a group of people watching the excitement. When she arrived at the door, although Sabul told Cao Wangrong that she didn't need to be polite, she still had to take off her shoes. As soon as everyone entered the room, I saw Huang Ke'er sitting silently in the corner, tense and shrunk into a round ball. She greeted Cao Wangrong, and her voice was as low as a mosquito.

Sabur raised an eyebrow at Lan Rongrong. "Tea, son."

"Oh, don't bother." Cao Wangrong said, no need. "But Lan Rongrong had already flashed into the next door, and I knew that the room was also the kitchen, which was used to separate the room where we were staying. I sat down, fiddling with my car keys, regretting that I hadn't had the opportunity to talk to my sister in advance and tell her that someone was coming to the house so she could have time to clean up. The cracked earthen walls were blackened by soot, the broken mattress on which Cao Wangrong sat was stained with dust, and the only window in the room was dotted with fly droppings.

"How beautiful this carpet is." Cao Wangrong said happily, rubbing the little blanket with her fingers. It is bright red and the pattern is the footprint of an elephant. But when that winter came, it was going to be sold.