More than 30 minutes later, Zhao Xu, who got off work, rode a shared bicycle to the vegetable greenhouse where Du Qiang was, and took the dragon egg away when no one was there.

"Xiao Zhao, why do you get off work so early today?" At the entrance of the community, a middle-aged uncle was walking with his daughter, who was a neighbor who lived on the same floor as Zhao Xu.

"Yes, Lao Zhang. Zhao Xu nodded.

"Hello Uncle Zhao!" Xiao Lori called Zhao Xu very politely.

"Tingting is good~" Zhao Xu smiled and touched the little girl's head.

"Uncle Zhao, the durian in your hand is so big and beautiful, where did you buy it?" I like to eat durian the most!" the little girl stared at the dragon egg in Zhao Xu's hand and asked.

The shape of this dragon egg is indeed very similar to durian.

"Today, Donghua Supermarket durian is on sale, and my uncle just bought it. Zhao Xu lied.

"Dad, Tingting also wants to eat durian...... The little girl held the middle-aged man's arm and swayed, staring at the dragon egg in Zhao Xu's hand, a trace of saliva overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Tingting, you just had your teeth extracted, you can't eat such a sweet fruit in the past two days. The middle-aged man picked up his daughter and coaxed: "Wait next week, Dad will buy you durians twice as big as this, okay?"

"That'...... Then you have to hook and hook with me!" In the little girl's big eyes, tears were already rolling, and no one could bear to look at it.

If it weren't for the fact that the thing in his hand was not durian, Zhao Xu might have given it to this little girl.

This middle-aged man surnamed Zhang is a chef in a hotel, divorced a few years ago, alone with his daughter, he is kind, often calls Zhao Xu to his house for dinner, for several years, Zhao Xu has become a good year-end friend with him.

"Xiao Zhao, do you have any clues about what I told you a few days ago?" asked Lao Zhang.

Zhao Xu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that before that night's adventure, Lao Zhang told him that he had a cousin who worked in Shenlan City in the south, and Tiandu Group had a holding company in Tianlan City, and Lao Zhang's cousin worked there.

Some time ago, his cousin offended the company's leaders, and it seemed that he had broken the unspoken rules of the leadership, so the leader gave him small shoes to wear, intending to fire him for squid.

This Lao Zhang has always been in contact with his hometown, and his cousin's father called him several times, the reason is that Lao Zhang bragged when he came home for the New Year, saying that he knew the big leader of Tiandu Group (Zhao Xu), and he and the big leader were neighbors Yunyun.

Now that his cousin has an accident, the family immediately thinks of him - after all, although that company is one of the best in Deep Blue City, it is only one of the countless industries of Tiandu Finance.

Lao Zhang naturally knew that Zhao Xu was not the big leader of the Tiandu Group headquarters, and he didn't have so much power, but he blew it out, if he didn't make any movement, he really couldn't afford to lose that person - in his heart, Zhao Xu was also working in Tianlong Mansion after all, and he could think of some way.

Zhao Xu often goes to other people's houses to eat, this old Zhang's temper is also a taste for him, and he originally wanted to help inquire, but who knew that he had such an adventure a few days ago, so this matter was directly forgotten by him.

"I'm sorry, Lao Zhang, the company has been too busy these days, I can't take care of it. Zhao Xu said with a smile.

"Ah, what's so embarrassing about that? You're busy with you. Lao Zhang hurriedly said, "Longcang TV has reported that your company is going to acquire McKenzie recently, it must be very busy." ”

Everyone said so, and Zhao Xu was a little embarrassed: "What's that...... What's your nephew's name?"

"Oh, his name is Zhang Wei. ”

............

Europe, Denmark, Odense City.

It was already evening in Longcang City, but it was not yet noon in this Nordic land.

Medieval European-style buildings dot the city, and in a three-story building closest to the church, there is also a father and daughter like Lao Zhang.

In the study on the second floor, a middle-aged man with silver-gray hair is on the sofa next to the fire, telling his little daughter fairy tales.

The streets and roofs of buildings outside the window have long been covered in silver, and few people roam the streets in this bitter cold weather.

"Dad, I've heard this little red riding hood story hundreds of times. The little girl lay on the sofa and held her cheeks: "I have heard all the other stories in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales many times, and when you are not at home, Anna read them to me, so are there any other fairy tales?"

"Yes Christine, have you heard it all?" the middle-aged man kissed his daughter's forehead, "So what do you want to hear?

"I've told a few stories about the Thousand and One Nights, and there are many mysterious and interesting Oriental stories in them!" the little girl looked at her father expectantly.

"One Thousand and One Nights?" the middle-aged man frowned, "how can Anna tell you this? You're too young, my child." ”

As a work left down from ancient Arabia, "One Thousand and One Nights" is indeed a world masterpiece, but except for a few stories, its core is too adult-oriented, which is not conducive to the growth of children:

Money is obtained by robbery and slaughter by thieves, or it can be transformed by magic lamps;

To pursue exotic beauties, the prince abandoned his own people and ignored them;

worship wealth, be ashamed of poverty, and do not investigate whether the means of obtaining wealth are justified, and the poor deserve to die of starvation or disease;

Instead of worshipping knowledge, they praise cleverness and "clever ghosts", and praise speculation that can be obtained without work;

For the sake of women, the palms of the hands were cut off for theft, etc.

Of course, the story of the book itself is very strong, the storyline is very tense, and the imagination is very magnificent, and Christine should be attracted by this.

"Don't read this book until you're 15, Christine, if you want to listen to the stories of the East, then I'll tell you more Oriental stories, how about it?" said the middle-aged man.

"Is there anything further east than Aladdin?" the little girl sat up happily, "where is that?"

"Of course, in ancient times, that country was called Huaxia. The middle-aged man was glad that his daughter was interested, "What I want to tell you is a story about a daughter." ”

"In the ancient East, another tribal leader named Emperor Yan had a lovely daughter named Nuwa...... Well, just as smart and cute as my Christine......" The middle-aged man was telling the story, and in the middle of the story, he suddenly saw the door of the study, and his maid was standing there looking at him.

"Anna, is lunch ready?" asked the middle-aged man, his story reaching the point.

"No, Mr. Hansen. The maid's face was very anxious:

"The seventh rose in the yard...... Withered. ”

It's strange, isn't it? How can roses bloom in the open yard in the cold and freezing winter?