"I'm going to buy two infantry fighting vehicles, along with the matching heavy machine guns." Old Li slapped his chest. "I've already found a place. Mind if I borrow your car? Want to come see something impressive?"
New Year's gifts = infantry fighting vehicles?
Li Bai thought it over. His old man sure knew how to have fun.
He cautiously suggested, "Dad, how about we buy some fireworks and set them off in secret?"
It was the New Year, and although setting off fireworks and firecrackers was forbidden in the city, nobody had said you couldn't fire guns or cannons. Still, firing an autocannon was a bit too deranged, wasn't it?
Li Xiao Bai silently gave the old man a 666 thumbs-up in his heart.
He wasn't kidding. On New Year's Eve last year, Li Bai had seen Old Li set off fireworks with artillery shells and offer a living person as a sacrifice to the heavens. It had been awesome—something you'd never see in an ordinary big city.
A flash of fire! BOOOM... Arms and legs went flying, painting the ground in a riot of color. Red-hot and dazzling, they welcomed the New Year in style.
It wasn't something they did every day, but it was a perfectly normal holiday activity.
"What does that have to do with setting off fireworks?"
Director Li looked suspicious. Clearly, father and son weren't on the same wavelength. That was probably what people meant by a generation gap.
"Don't infantry fighting vehicles all have machine guns on top? Then you go, 'TuTuTu...'"
Li Bai gestured with his mouth as he drove.
Old Li's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said anything about setting off fireworks?"
Come on. Firing guns and cannons in a city