Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

The information left by Chu Tianjiao was not much, but it was not difficult to collect.

A man who is unremarkable in both resume and appearance, yet frequently drives a luxury car worth millions to buy braised intestines and roasted chicken wings from roadside stalls, will leave a deep impression even if he is just a driver.

Chu Tianjiao originally worked as a driver for leaders within the system, but later resigned and went to Huanya Group, where he still worked as a driver.

Within two years, the owner of Huanya absconded with the money, the company went bankrupt and was liquidated, and the luxury car was mortgaged to the creditor, Black Prince Group.

So Chu Tianjiao continued to drive for the boss of the Black Prince Group until the day he disappeared, when he was still at work as usual.

Based on his work experience, the only conclusion Lu Mingfei could draw was that either this man had no skills other than driving, or he really loved driving.

Lu Mingfei cleaned the last chicken bone and casually tossed it away. As the Nth generation of the dragon race, this dragon descendant of the pheasant family and the red junglefowl genus did not inherit the glory of its ancestors in the Cretaceous period at all. Its remains drew a perfect golden spiral in the air and landed precisely in the trash can in front of the office building.

This is a very dilapidated office building with three floors. The paint on the exterior walls has peeled off, revealing large areas of gray and white paint. The offices inside are all sealed off by the court, except for the door at the far end of the first floor, which is still open.

A piece of white paper was pasted on the door, with the words "Huanya Group Bankruptcy Liquidation Team Office" written on it. Lu Mingfei walked straight in.

There was only one middle-aged man in the office, leaning back in the boss's chair, intently watching the small TV on the table, which was showing a live replay of a swimming competition.

The man looked surprised when he saw Lu Mingfei come in.

After a moment of stunned silence, he quickly sat up straight:

"Who are you?"

Lu Mingfei was also taken aback.

Wait, why do you have words on your head, sir?

He genuinely didn't understand how the wish-granting machine worked.

I used to think that only people I was close to would have wishes.

But this uncle, whom I met for the first time, also had a desire to leave comments.

[Torture the "Dragon Entering the Sea"!]

[I asked the older man for swimming tips.]

[Compare abs with the head of the bankruptcy office of the Media Asia Group.]

[He received the key to Chu Tianjiao's dormitory from the older man.]

The true identity of the owner of the Huanya Group has been discovered.

I don't have many wishes, only five.

Thinking that he might as well take advantage of the wish points, Lu Mingfei didn't immediately reveal his identity. Instead, he looked at the television and said with a surprised expression:

"Uncle, you like swimming too? Me too! This year our country hosted the Olympics, and the Water Cube was so artistically designed!"

Upon hearing this, the office director immediately perked up. He stood up, patted his chest, and spoke with great pride:

"Back in my day, I was a top swimmer on the provincial team, known as the 'Sea Dragon'!"

"Wow, no wonder you're in such good shape, uncle. My dad is about your age, and his abs are all one big muscle."

Lu Mingfei's tone was one of admiration.

"That's how we swimming enthusiasts are."

Caught off guard, the office director immediately pulled up his T-shirt, revealing a towering man with clearly defined abs and a shaggy waistline that looked like bullet clips hanging on his body, creating a striking visual impact.

"Actually, I have abs too!"

Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity and immediately exposed his thin belly, comparing it to the sea dragon... well, there's really no comparison.

"You're still too thin; you need to eat more meat."

The older man said earnestly, "The thinner a person is, the easier it is for them to sink when swimming. Less muscle means less endurance..."

Without Lu Mingfei's guidance, he had already fulfilled his wish to improve his swimming skills.

After chatting with the office director for a while and fulfilling his two wishes, Lu Mingfei got down to business.

"Uncle, I have something to ask you."

Lu Mingfei was very polite.

He took out an A4 sheet of paper from his pocket, on which was printed a black and white photograph of a child holding a ball:

"Could you take a look and see if you recognize this person?"

The middle-aged man stared at the old photograph, looking somewhat bewildered.

Who is this child?

"My uncle."

Lu Mingfei collected the old childhood photos of people born in the 1960s that he found online:

"My uncle was kidnapped when he was a child, and his family has been looking for him all these years..."

He recounted with deep emotion a story of "three generations working together to find relatives across thousands of miles".

His words were earnest and his gaze sincere, which made the office director's nose tingle. He sighed deeply and cursed the human traffickers together with Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei sighed:

"I heard that my uncle was bought by a family surnamed Chu back then, and later he changed jobs several times, including driving for the boss of Huanya..."

"Hey, you mean Old Chu?"

The middle-aged man suddenly realized what was happening and slapped his thigh:

"I know Old Chu well, but... sigh, if only you had come a few years earlier... he's gone missing, we can't find him."

The man sighed:

"After the company went bankrupt, Lao Chu became the driver for the boss of Black Prince. A few years ago, he misused a company car and crashed it. He probably knew he couldn't afford to pay for it, so he secretly ran away. I haven't seen him since."

"but."

The uncle said:

"Old Chu also has a son, who is also considered part of your family. This kid is promising, studies well, and was ranked first in his class every year in high school. This year he was even admitted to a foreign university."

Here's what I'll do: I'll give you his son's phone number. You two can contact him if needed.

He took out paper and pen, and wrote as he spoke:

"Old Chu is divorced. His son lives with his wife, and he lives alone in the basement of the factory."

Later, the missing person was declared dead. His son came to me to collect Old Chu's belongings and asked me to keep the dormitory where Old Chu had lived so that he could come back every year during the holidays to pay respects to his father.

The office manager handed Lu Mingfei a key, a piece of paper with a phone number written on it, and a flashlight.

"On the second basement floor, open the cleanest door with this key. Go take a look; you might find something that proves your uncle's identity."

………………

The air was thick with the smell of kerosene. The staircases and corridors were dark and narrow. The basement had no windows, most of the light bulbs were broken, and only one energy-saving bulb with a faulty connection flickered on and off.

In the past, Lu Mingfei would definitely have been apprehensive, but with the help of the Badge of Courage, he strode forward with the flashlight in hand.

Lu Mingfei skipped the first floor and headed straight for the second basement level. After passing through a dark corridor, he stopped in front of a door covered with sheet metal.

Insert the key, turn it clockwise, and Lu Mingfei pushes the door open and enters.

Perhaps because Chu Tianjiao's son would come to clean the small house every winter and summer vacation, the room was unexpectedly clean and tidy.

The room was simply furnished with a double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair. A small refrigerator by the wall was plugged in and contained chilled beer, as if the owner of the place had just left and would be back soon.