Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 1017 1002 [Minister of the Dragon]

"Dad, Daddy!"

At the Hong Kong Ocean Park, the chubby little Tangyuan was held in Du Yongxiao's arms, calling out "Dad" incoherently.

He put his little finger into his mouth and sucked it. His saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth to his hands. He then used his hands to pull Du Yongxiao's hair.

Not only was Du Yongxiao not angry, he laughed happily.

Jiang Ling'er followed him, watching Du Yongxiao and Xiao Tangyuan watching the dolphin show and riding the carousel, and she felt happy. At this moment, all the revenge was thrown away.

Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian stood guard beside Du Yongxiao as bodyguards, watching the interaction between Du Yongxiao and Xiao Tangyuan and were amazed from time to time.

"This little ancestor is amazing!"

"Yeah, no one in this world dares to pull Xiao's hair!"

"Brother Xiao is very concerned about his appearance. He always uses hairspray every time he goes out. Now that he has little Tangyuan, he can save the trouble. I can comb his hair smooth with my saliva!"

"Hahaha!"

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"Ling'er, are you really going to take little Tangyuan back to Thailand?" Du Yongxiao suddenly turned to Jiang Ling'er and said, "I know you can't bear to leave your child, but you also know that he is the only child in our Du family and the eldest son and grandson. I suggest you keep him in Hong Kong."

Jiang Ling'er hesitated, bit her lip and said, "I understand what you mean, but I have a career in Thailand after all, I have to go back--"

After a pause, he said, "If things go well, I might come back to Hong Kong then."

"Of course it's good for you to come back, but I still suggest you keep the child." Du Yongxiao's tone was a little tough, and his eyes showed a hint of determination.

Jiang Ling'er was born to be soft-hearted. If Du Yongxiao softened his attitude and begged her to leave the child, she might agree. Du Yongxiao's tough attitude aroused her rebellious psychology. She sneered and said, "What do you mean? Director Du is trying to force me, or is he trying to tell me that if I don't agree, I can't leave Hong Kong?"

Seeing her like this, Du Yongxiao knew that her tone just now was a little wrong, so he slowed down his pace, turned around and said to her: "I don't want to fight with you anymore. Anyway, Xiao Tangyuan is still young, and neither you nor I have any reason to make a choice for him."

"What should we do?" Jiang Ling'er shrugged. "He's so young and can't even speak clearly. Should we let him choose?"

Du Yongxiao smiled, pinched the child's chubby face, and then came forward to sniff the milky fragrance on him and said, "I remember that when a child turns one year old, they have to do the "Zhuazhou" ceremony. I don't know what the little glutinous rice dumpling grabbed at that time..."

Jiang Ling'er was stunned for a moment: "He grabbed the brush at first, and then...he dropped the brush and grabbed the egg."

“Huh?” Du Yongxiao was slightly startled. He looked at Xiao Tangyuan and laughed, “It turns out my son is a foodie! Hahaha!”

Jiang Ling'er thought Du Yongxiao would be angry.

In this era, especially in Hong Kong, the celebration of the first birthday of a child is taken very seriously, and grand ceremonies are often held.

When Jiang Ling'er jumped to Thailand, the child had just turned one year old and was unfamiliar with the place. There was no one around her except her bootlicker "brother" Jiang Muling. She could not afford to hold a grand ceremony. She was afraid that Du Yongxiao would send people to hunt her down, so she had to hide in a hotel and asked the hotel owner for a few items such as brushes, abacus, seals, books, flute, money, eggs, and rosary beads.

These items all have a story to tell. The brush and books, needless to say, represent studying and learning; the abacus and money represent doing business when they grow up, being penny-pinching and serious with money, and being good at accounting; the seal generally indicates that the child will be an official when he grows up, in charge of the seal; the flute represents music, indicating that the child will be interested in art in the future; the rosary indicates that the child has a connection with Buddha, and may become a monk in the future. As for the eggs -
What a foodie!
It also indicates that if you don’t study well, you will always fail!
It's the worst kind!
Although Jiang Ling'er was born a pirate, she was also very superstitious. She was very taboo about grabbing an egg during the "Zhuazhou" ceremony for little glutinous rice balls. If Du Yongxiao hadn't asked, she would never have told him about it.

"Aren't you angry?" Jiang Ling'er asked Du Yongxiao, "I shouldn't have put the egg in there in the first place."

"Why are you angry?" Du Yongxiao held the child in his arms, kissed the little glutinous rice dumpling on the cheek twice, and turned to look at Jiang Ling'er: "It's good to catch eggs, so you won't be hungry for the rest of your life! Hahaha! I, Du Yongxiao, am rich enough to rival a country, so why would I care about a few eggs?"

Jiang Ling'er couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard this.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Du Yongxiao said, "The question now is very simple, do you want to let the child stay or take him away?" After saying that, he looked directly at Jiang Ling'er.

Jiang Ling'er couldn't help but avoid Du Yongxiao's gaze and looked at the balloon shooting booth nearby and said, "How about this, I really like the pandas over there. If you can win one for me, I will keep the little glutinous rice balls in Hong Kong."

Du Yongxiao looked towards the balloon shooting stall and saw a lot of people gathered around it.

There were many colorful balloons tied to the cloth, and many tourists took air guns to shoot at the balloons.

There was a constant popping sound.

There was a pile of gifts on the left side of the stall. If you could hit 28 out of 30 bullets, you would get the biggest gift, a giant panda that was half a person's height.

Unfortunately, because the distance was too far and it was windy today, many tourists tried their best but could only hit ten or so shots at most. It was already a great achievement to hit twenty shots.

"Don't you know that I'm a famous sharpshooter?" Du Yongxiao said to Jiang Ling'er with a smile.

"So do you want to gamble or not?"

"Of course!" Du Yongxiao said with a smile, "Come on, little Tangyuan, daddy will go play balloons with you!"

Du Yongxiao carried the child and walked towards the balloon stall.

Jiang Ling'er smiled and hurried to follow.

Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian looked at each other and said with a smile: "This girl is letting me down!"

"Yeah, why not bet on something else? Bet on Brother Xiao's marksmanship!"

The two of them hurried to follow.

"Oh, what bad luck! There's something wrong with this gun!" A handsome guy looked around while holding a gun and said to his girlfriend, "It's not that I'm a bad shooter, but there's something wrong with this gun."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes at him and said, "What's the problem? If you can't hit it, then you can't hit it!"

"How is that possible? I used to work at the Victoria Coliseum in Hong Kong. I was also famous at the shooting range there. Everyone called me the Gun God Xiao Li!"

"Isn't it Xiao Li's Flying Dagger?" The girlfriend sneered.

The handsome guy blushed, dropped his gun and said, "You don't believe me? Then let's see who can hit thirty balloons! Damn!"

At the end, he even swore.

The other tourists laughed.

There were a few people who didn't believe it and raised their guns to shoot. Bang, bang, bang, they only hit a dozen at most, less than twenty.

The balloon stalls of this era are different from those in the future. The balloons of this era are very valuable, and the cost of shooting balloons is very high, so the boss sets the distance very far, about 7 or 8 meters! Unlike in the future, balloons are not worth much, and the distance is mostly 3 or 4 meters.

In addition, since this is a dangerous game, it is mostly set up in open areas of amusement parks with no shelter from the wind. If the wind is strong, very light air gun bullets can be blown away.

“It’s too windy!”

"Oh, I'm sorry, daughter. It's not that Dad is incompetent, it's just that the distance is too far!"

A few more tourists gave up.

The child wiped his tears and looked at the giant panda doll reluctantly, but unfortunately his father was useless and couldn't ejaculate many times.

"Boss, give me a gun!"

Du Yongxiao came over with the dumplings in his arms and spoke to the busy stall owner.

The stall owner was loading a gun for a bearded man. Hearing this, he said without even looking up, "Can't you see I'm busy? Wait a minute!"

The bearded man: "That's right! A bunch of weaklings! Wait and see how powerful I am and shoot thirty rounds at you!" He pouted with an arrogant look on his face.

The three or four men who looked like his followers beside him also hugged their shoulders and laughed: "Let's watch our brother Yong perform!"

"Yes, our big brother Hu Xuyong is very good at using guns!"

"You're also great at masturbating!"

"Beat your mother!" The bearded man glared at the younger brother, "Can you speak?"

The younger brother immediately apologized: "I was complimenting you, your marksmanship is god-like! Haha!"

Du Yongxiao frowned and was about to speak when the little Tangyuan in his arms pointed at the giant panda and babbled, looking very excited. Du Yongxiao then held him over and said with a smile, "Come, touch it and try it!"

Little Tangyuan giggled and went to touch the giant panda.

The stall owner looked up and saw it, and hurriedly stopped him, "Don't do it! What if you get it dirty?"

Du Yongxiao frowned again.

Seeing this, Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian, who were following them, looked at each other.

Datou Wen walked up to the stall owner and said with a smile, "Boss, huh? Come here, I have something to say to you!"

"Can't you see I'm busy!" Before the stall owner could finish his words, Datou Wen had already put his arms around his neck and used his hands to pull him to the side.

"What are you doing? Let go! Let go!" The boss' neck hurt.

Datou Wen pushed him aside and took out his ID and flashed it in front of him: "Now I'll give you two choices. First, no matter what method you use, make sure that gentleman is shot 30 times! Second, come with me to the police station. As for the reason, you can think about it slowly!"

"Damn, this is still possible? The police are great, the chief superintendent is great, yet they can still wrongly accuse people like this?" The stall owner turned out to be a stubborn guy, he stuck his neck out and looked unconvinced.

Datouwen laughed and punched him painfully in the stomach.

"Ouch!" The stall owner bent over in pain and became a shrimp.

"Now, what do you say?" Datou Wen sneered, "Do you want me to close your crappy stall and buy you a free jail meal?"

"No, I was just joking! In Hong Kong, you are the boss, Sir! Ouch, my belly!"

The typical one who only responds to hard things and not soft things.

Datou Wencai grabbed his hair and pulled him up: "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

"I want to say, why don't I give you pandas, so that everyone can save effort."

"Pull over the street, do you want me to give it to you? Remember, our boss has to win it himself!"

"Yes, yes, yes! But--" the stall owner said with a bitter face, "If you guys can't hit me, there's nothing I can do about it." He spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Datouwen laughed: "If I can't hit you, I'll hit you! I'll hit you three times a day, okay?"

"No, absolutely not!" The boss waved his hands.

"Then just do it!"

"Yes, sir! I will do it well!" The stall owner looked miserable.

Is it easy to set up a stall? I actually encountered such a thing!

The gangster named "Huxu Yong" played with the air rifle for a while in a very ostentatious manner, and then gestured to three or four younger brothers: "Look carefully, I am an expert in playing with guns!"

"Brother Yong is awesome!"

"Brother Yong is sharp!"

The younger brothers are making a fuss.

Hu Xuyong proudly raised his loaded air gun and was about to aim at the colorful balloons to fire a shot, but the stall owner stepped forward and took it away, saying, "You behind me, this gentleman first!"

He handed the snatched air gun to Du Yongxiao.

Damn, what’s going on?
Hu Xuyong was about to lose his temper when Zhuang Dingxian stepped forward and said with a smile, "Brother Yong, huh? Let's go to the back and talk further!"

Three or four younger brothers wanted to step forward, but Hu Xuyong stopped them with a wave of his hand, saying, "Wait here! Humph!"

After that, he said to Zhuang Dingxian, "Let's go, whoever shoots who? Isn't my Sun Yee On Hu Xuyong just a name for nothing?!"

"Really? Great then, Brother Yong, please!"

"Just go! I'll make you suffer later!"

The two walked to the back and the balloon cloth covered them.

But a shadow flashed and a sound was heard--
Crackling!

A moment——
Hu Xuyong came out from behind the cloth with a bruised face and nose-——
"Brother Yong!" The four younger brothers were about to step forward and ask what happened.

Hu Xuyong said: "Now don't say anything, don't talk about anything! Come on, everyone, help us and form a circle!"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"What happened to Brother Yong?"

Everybody doesn't understand.

Hu Xuyong cursed a few words, and everyone immediately did as he said.

The circle is surrounded.

Even the stall owner joined in. Feeling that there were not enough people, he called his wife who was in charge of selling tickets in the toilet and his son who was in charge of watching the bicycles at the bicycle stall to come over and form a circle together.

This action aroused the curiosity of the surrounding tourists.

What do you mean?
Why does inflating a balloon make such a big noise?
The stall owner was afraid that Du Yongxiao would miss the target, so he begged and pleaded, "Sir, you must aim! Please!" He then said, "I'll shorten the distance a little - today is my mother's birthday, so I'll give you a big discount!"

Du Yongxiao didn't let him do that, but just smiled and said, "You don't have to do anything, and wish your mother a happy birthday for me!"

"Oh, you are happy too!"

The boss's words fell -
clap clap clap!
Du Yongxiao fired several shots at the balloon.

The boss was terrified, afraid that he would fail.

Hu Xuyong was also worried, fearing that Du Yongxiao would miss the target.

The tourists around were looking at it curiously——
But the balloons popped one by one!

one two three,

Four, five, six,
Seven, eight, nine!
Soon to be twenty!
In the midst of everyone's astonishment -
Du Yongxiao continues to work hard-——
Ten shots in a row!
All the balloons popped!

"Great!" The boss jumped up happily.

"Great!" Hu Xuyong applauded loudly.

The surrounding tourists also exclaimed in amazement.

Du Yongxiao put down the air gun, turned around and said to Jiang Ling'er: "Now, I win!"

Jiang Ling'er glanced at Xiao Tangyuan, then looked at Du Yongxiao and said, "Child, I'll leave it to you!"

Du Yongxiao smiled.

Datou Wen and Zhuang Dingxian looked at each other.

Big Head Text: "Should we spread the news? If Xiao Tangyuan stays in Hong Kong, it means that the future heir of the Du Group has been determined!"

"What do you think? This is a chance to become a loyal minister!"

They both laughed.

(End of this chapter)