"Exactly, exactly, exactly deceiving the consumers!"
Meng Xiaolang smiled mischievously. "But Grandpa, please don't be angry. My father is my father, and I am myself. This time, you have to do your grandson a favor."
"Oh?"
Meng Jiang smiled. "I knew it. You must be up to no good. Tell me, what happened?"
"Well, as I told you last time, the 'major competition' for the graduates of our batch is about to begin. If we perform well, it is very likely that we will be selected to join the Burning Prairie Fleet.
Meng Xiaolang paused for a moment. He stuck out his chest and grinned. "I'm in!"
"This is a good thing! I knew it!"
Meng Jiang was both surprised and delighted. "The Burning Prairie Fleet is the best of the best in the federal army. Why don't you go home and tell your parents such a happy event? Do you want Grandpa to help you?"
