"Yes, yes, yes! I want twice as much-no, three times, five times!" Little Xie shouted, raising the amount again and again.
"Even ten times is no problem," Wang Mizong said with a smile.
"Then ten times! You said it, so no taking it back!" Little Xie hurriedly cried.
He was afraid Wang Mizong would go back on his word and wanted to settle the matter.
Candy was simply too tempting for children.
"When has your Grandpa Wang ever lied to you? If anyone were to trick you, it would be this Old Man Fan. Don't be nice to him from now on, understand?" Wang Mizong said.
Fan Xiu ignored Wang Mizong, but he still heard their conversation.
He knew Wang Mizong would not interfere with his training of Little Xie.
To some extent, the training he had devised for Little Xie did exceed the boy's limits a little, but pressure was still necessary.
Wang Mizong had actually come over to help him keep Little Xie going.
Now that he had stirred things up, Little Xie's attention had been drawn away, and he no longer minded the extra two hours of horse stance quite so much.
The three of them actually had their own roles: some played bad cop, others good cop.
Only then would Little Xie treat the three of them differently. He would be close to Wang Mizong, so at least Wang Mizong's words could coax him along.
The trouble with children was when they could not be coaxed, and handling that took real skill.
For Little Xie's sake, these old fellows had not merely racked their brains over his training; they had also spent a long time pondering a child's mind.
As for whether Little Xie would hate him in the future, Fan Xiu had not given it