Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 19 (Please read on) Above Uncle and Aunt's heads: Danger!
Under the night.

A dark blue Porsche Panamera drives by.

Every city has its hustle and bustle and its dust, just like Shanghai, China's economic center. When you earn 10,000 yuan a month, Shanghai is just Shanghai. When you walk out of the passenger passage of the ordinary train at the new railway station, you are surrounded by dirty tiles and unpleasant smells.

But if you earn 100,000 yuan a month, Shanghai is a bustling metropolis. When your plane lands at Hongqiao Airport, you go through the business VIP channel, and the whole environment is high-end.

But if you earn millions or tens of millions a month, this city truly becomes a dazzling and extravagant metropolis, where it seems as if the whole world will revolve around serving you.

Lu Mingfei held a pile of dessert boxes, quietly watching the neon lights flashing outside the car window.

Even the smallest city has its share of extravagance and debauchery, and today he experienced it for the first time.

He rode in a luxury car worth millions, ate a meal costing 20,000 yuan, and carried desserts worth thousands of yuan in his arms.

He saw a different side of Binhai, but there was no trace of the joy he had felt before.

We remained silent the whole way until the vibrant colors faded into a dim, yellowish hue.

A cheetah crouches low in the public parking lot of an old residential area.

"Get out of the car," Chu Zihang said.

"Okay." Lu Mingfei got out of the car.

"I need to remind you of something," Chu Zihang suddenly said, "Just because Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen are learning desserts together doesn't mean they're already a couple, you know what I mean?"

Lu Mingfei was somewhat stunned, then found himself both amused and exasperated.

Seeing Chu Zihang's serious demeanor, I thought he was going to say something important, but it turned out to be just this.

This isn't your style, senior!

Lu Mingfei said in a low voice, "I know, senior brother."

"Ah."

Chu Zihang locked the car and led Lu Mingfei to his uncle and aunt's apartment building with practiced ease, clearly having done his homework beforehand.

Lu Mingfei took out his keys and opened the door.

The door opened, and moonlight filtered through the dappled shadows of the trees, illuminating the balcony and the kitchen countertop.

The room was quiet and empty.

Lu Mingfei's figure shone in through the hallway lights, all alone.

My uncle and aunt's family are still traveling in Sanya, but even if there are people at home, it's the same. Every time he enters the house, no one comes to greet him; it's just brightly lit but there's no shadow.

Suddenly, another shadow appeared next to his shadow.

Chu Zihang walked into the room and scanned the layout of the room.

Which room are you in?

"this."

Lu Mingfei turned on the light, placed the dessert box on the dining table, and led Chu Zihang into the small bedroom.

The room was probably less than ten square meters in total, with only enough space for a single bed in the front and back. In front of the bed was a computer desk that also served as a study desk, next to which stood an old-fashioned five-drawer chest. The only other furniture that could be called a round wooden stool and a plastic trash can.

I can't let go of anything else.

A single room for rent at 300 yuan per month in Binhai is roughly this layout. If you're willing to look for a room in the factory area to the west, you might be able to get one that's twice as big, and it might even come with a balcony and a bathroom.

"You live here?" Chu Zihang's brows furrowed visibly.

"Yes."

Behind him, Lu Mingfei had already taken a glass of water and handed it to him, saying, "Senior brother, have some water first."

Chu Zihang took the disposable paper cup, took a small sip, and his brows furrowed even more.

Living in a place like this for a long time can easily lead to psychological problems.

The ventilation window inside the room faces the building next door. It's not just a matter of which side is sunny or shady; the two buildings are right next to each other, and not a single ray of light can get in at night, making it feel like a black cage.

If it were a hybrid, it would basically be like raising Deadpool.

Kenoma checked the family's remittance records... Didn't Lu Mingfei's parents send back $10 in child support every year?
"Take me to see your uncle and aunt's room," Chu Zihang said expressionlessly. "And your cousin too."

“It’s my cousin…” Lu Mingfei corrected in a low voice.

Chu Zihang glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Lu Mingfei shrank his neck...

Then he deftly opened his uncle and aunt's door. In the darkness, a faint golden light shone from the edges of Chu Zihang's pure black pupils.
Before Lu Mingfei could fumble for the light switch, he spoke again.

"Next room."

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei then opened his cousin Lu Mingze's room.

If the former, as a room for the couple, is four or five times the size of Lu Mingfei's room, it's somewhat understandable.
The latter room is at least three times the size of Lu Mingfei's room, so there's basically no room to wash.

Moreover, Chu Zihang could tell that the quality difference between the stationery on the desk and the clothes in the wardrobe was probably more than ten or twenty times.

Not to mention other items like mobile phones, electronic dictionaries, and desk lamps.

It's not like the kind of level that would be found in a single household.

Chu Zihang already knew what was going on.

Even if you can't treat your own son and your relatives' children equally, such a huge disparity is just too much.

“I have a suggestion…” Chu Zihang began.

“Okay,” Lu Mingfei nodded.

"You know what I'm going to say?" Chu Zihang asked, somewhat surprised.

“I agree,” Lu Mingfei smiled.

He could naturally tell that Chu Zihang wanted to stand up for him.

Chu Zihang also smiled, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"Ok."

……

at the same time,

Sanya, The Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

"Honey, is the air conditioning too low? It feels chilly."

At that moment, the uncle, wearing a bathrobe, touched the back of his neck, which felt a little cold.

"That just proves the Ritz-Carlton's air conditioning is good! It costs over two thousand a night!" His aunt rolled her eyes at him and said.

As a resort-style luxury hotel completed last year, it boasts over four hundred well-equipped luxury rooms.

It was an instant hit with consumers as soon as it opened for business.

Especially during the Chinese New Year, when Sanya is in its peak tourist season, you need to book a room at least a month in advance.

Lu Mingfei's uncle and aunt chose an 80-square-meter scenic room for their trip.

"Yeah... I just don't know if the air conditioner at home is fixed yet," the uncle muttered to himself.

"What a waste of all that property management fees I've paid! Lu Mingfei is a good-for-nothing, but the property management staff aren't. If they can't fix it, I'll make a scene!" the aunt scoffed.

"Unless your nephew got so engrossed in playing computer games that he didn't open the door for someone, I'll break his paws when I get back!"

"Don't always explain things like that..." The uncle frowned.

The aunt suddenly jumped off the bed, making the floor shake, and glared angrily at her husband.

"What did I say about him? Shouldn't I have said something to him? And you always... You Lu family are all in cahoots, all you know is to protect your own and bully my son and me, right? I should have made Mingze take my surname back then!"

Seeing this, the uncle immediately chickened out and fell silent in a second.

The only sound in the room was the rushing water from the bathroom. Lu Mingze was taking a shower and humming a song, clearly enjoying himself.

The aunt sneered and continued relentlessly, "Tell me, what's the point of spending so much money on him? Isn't it true that it would be better to take Mingze out every year to broaden his horizons? Look how much fun our son is having surfing today!"

The uncle remained silent, but his expression softened considerably when he thought of his son.

"Oh right, did you leave Mingfei some living expenses when you left?" He suddenly remembered something.

"What era are we living in? He's not going to starve to death."

My aunt didn't care about any of that. "Hurry up and choose the photos first. The instructor sent over the photos of Mingze surfing. I paid 800 yuan but can only choose 4 photos. The extra one costs 60 yuan. They're so greedy."

The uncle thought his wife's words made sense, so he suppressed his guilt and unease and came closer.

"Come, let me see..."

(End of this chapter)