"Dad, good morning!"

Yan Qiao groaned angrily, crossed his arms over his chest, tugged at the corners of his mouth speechlessly, and said nothing.

Turn around and go downstairs.

Si Chen held a cub in one hand and went out. With a kick of his feet, the door was slightly ajar:

"Mom is still sleeping, shush, don't wake mom up!"

…

After breakfast, Yan Qiao called Si Chen to the office alone.

The old castle where Yan Qiao lives is both a residence and an office.

There are many such ancient castles in the Soviet Union, which were nationalized.

Later, it was either converted into offices and residences for dignitaries, or it was confiscated and turned into a school.

Scientific research institutes, banks, hospitals, etc., many of which were converted from castles and villas.

As early as the beginning of the 20th century, the Soviet Union began to reform and turn around.

Countless gentry and landlords were hanged, and many churches were destroyed.

I don’t know how many churches have been confiscated.

The ancient castle where Yan Qiao lives belongs to his family, dating back five generations.

However, Sara and Yan Qiao already belong to the proletariat.

Therefore, the castle returned to Yanqiao's hands and is currently assigned to Yanqiao for residence and office.

Across the table, Yan Qiao pushed a signing order to Si Chen.

A thin piece of paper floated to Si Chen like a fallen leaf.

"Go get the weapons you need!"

After listening to Yan Qiao's words, Si Chen lowered his eyelids, looked at it, and curled up the corners of his mouth sarcastically:

"General Yan, I don't want anything in this."

Without his daughter in front of him, Yan Qiao suddenly became irritable:

"Do you want it or not?"
Chapter completed!