Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

You are a maggot...

It's maggots...

maggot……

"Depend on!"

Zhao Menghua realized what was happening and exclaimed, "Old man, are you kidding me?!"

No wonder this old guy said things like "possessing the form of a dragon"—a baby fly's body is soft and long, so it does have a general outline, doesn't it?!

So, from the very beginning, this old man came here to insult me.

There were also sayings like "nourishing life with food." Zhao Menghua vaguely remembered that ambergris was supposedly the excrement of sperm whales. Speaking of which, that prescription...

Thinking of this, his face turned green.

"God, God! What are you doing running around like this?!"

A loud female voice came from the ward door, and a little nurse with a round face like an apple rushed in.

"Your Highness, please wait."

The fortune teller, referred to as a "deity," slowly turned around and stroked his beard:

"I have discovered a dragon maggot here. Perhaps we can use the energy within it to find our Emperor..."

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

The young nurse frowned and held up the tray in her hand:

"If you don't go back to your room, believe me, I'll give you a shot!"

The old man cried out and ran out like a rabbit. The young nurse smiled apologetically at Zhao Menghua.

"He's not in good mental health, you know."

Zhao Menghua: "..."

He suddenly remembered that the Third Municipal People's Hospital seemed to be quite good at psychiatry.

Having been tricked by a mentally ill person, Young Master Zhao was even more depressed.

Zhao Menghua's life had been smooth sailing until now. Although he couldn't compare to a spiritual pearl like Chu Zihang, he felt that he was at least a luminous gem with the potential to become a pearl.

Until half a month ago, Lu Mingfei, like a demon ball descending to earth, told Zhao Menghua that she was born a beef ball and deserved to be repeatedly hammered by him to become bouncy and smooth...

Although the old man was mentally ill, after being beaten by Lu Mingfei so many times, Zhao Menghua had become somewhat convinced of fate.

Now, in Zhao Menghua's mind, Lu the Devil can no longer be called a "loser".

This guy is clearly a plague!

He leaned against the bed for a while, but before he could calm down, the door was pushed open again.

Zhao Menghua thought to himself, "Damn it, when will this ever end? One after another..." until he saw his father walking over with a furious expression.

"dad……"

"Snapped!"

Before he could even utter the word "Dad," Zhao Menghua was already receiving a big, loving kiss from his father.

Zhao Menghua: "?"

The slap left him a little dazed.

"Dad, why did you hit me?!"

Zhao Menghua covered his face, letting out a sharp, explosive sound.

"You bastard!"

The man glared at him fiercely. "How did you get involved with that Lu Mingfei?!"

Zhao Menghua: "Huh?"

He felt truly wronged; heavens have mercy, it was clearly Lu Mingfei who provoked him…

Of course, Zhao Menghua never considered how he usually bullied the loser.

"Dad, didn't you go to seek justice for me?"

Zhao Menghua felt that something was wrong with how this was unfolding.

In his memory, his father had always been very shrewd, or rather, he never showed his emotions. He had never lost his composure like this before.

"Seek justice? What a load of rubbish!"

Zhao's father paced back and forth in the hospital room like an enraged wild dog, shouting, "That Lu Mingfei, he's the fucking boss of Millennium Labor Services!"

"Dad, isn't that just a security company?"

Zhao Menghua couldn't quite understand:

"And business doesn't seem to be doing very well; I haven't seen any of their people in upscale neighborhoods..."

"Don't call me Dad!"

The man pointed at Zhao Menghua's nose with a look of exasperation:

"That Millennium Labor Service isn't a security company at all. Do you even know what they do?!"

Zhao Menghua shook his head honestly.

"I used to know Tang Wei, the former boss of Millennium Labor Services. What a security company, what a bounty hunter—it sounded so impressive… but it was really just a dirty business!"

Zhao's father looked very unhappy:

"Do you know why this guy surnamed Tang never buys social security for his employees? Because those hunters are all undocumented! They're a bunch of thieves! thugs! Murderers!"

Zhao Menghua's father's expression was unpredictable.

In his original plan, since the kid surnamed Lu had beaten his son like this, he was naturally going to demand an explanation.

As soon as he arrived at school, his homeroom teacher led him to an empty classroom.

The slightly thin boy sat listlessly at the table, his eyes wandering. Beside him was a foreign girl dressed like a secretary.

After he went over, the girl didn't say anything, but directly handed him a jade business card.

Upon seeing the words "Millennium Labor Services" on the sign, Boss Zhao, who was as furious as a lion, immediately calmed down.

He was aware that the boss of Millennium Labor Export Company had been replaced.

Zhao's father played it safe, adopting a principled approach of siding with reason rather than family, and gave his son a good scolding in front of Lu Mingfei. Afterwards, he immediately had his secretary investigate.

As it turned out, his approach was correct.

Perhaps in terms of social class, there is still a distance between them, but physically, they are very close.

………………

"Mingfei, do you have some time lately?"

The next morning, Lu Mingfei received a call from Zhou Minhao.

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhou."

Lu Mingfei answered the phone with his right hand and pressed the mouse with his left, multitasking:

"The college entrance exam is in two days, and they'll need to use our school's classrooms, so the whole school will be on holiday for seven days... I'm at the company now."

As a prestigious private secondary school, Shilan High School is never stingy with holidays. This year's college entrance examination holiday lasted from June 5th to June 11th, a full week.

"Perfect timing! Come with me to Sichuan during this holiday. We'll go to the Baidi City ruins and do the salvage mission."

Zhou Minhao's voice carried a hint of amusement:

"Yeah, coming back won't interfere with class."

Lu Mingfei: "..."

Old Zhou's tone reminded him of his childhood.

Back then, Lu Mingfei and his parents lived in the research institute's staff quarters. There was an older brother from a neighboring family who worked outside. Every time they visited during the Spring Festival, this guy would deliberately ask the kids about their exam results... It was just a perverse adult sense of humor.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Zhou Minhao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Never mind, it's not convenient over the phone. Let's talk face to face when I get there."

………………

Half an hour later.

21st floor of Runde Building.

All the windows were drawn with thick velvet curtains, making them completely dark. On the huge conference table sat a small envelope.

Lu Mingfei's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"My... my parents sent it?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

Zhou Minhao nodded:

"The letter was given to me by Nuwa. It was probably because they didn't have Nuwa's mailbox that the letter was sent to the Zhou family through special channels."

"They wrote a letter to Nuwa? And Nuwa accepted it?"

Lu Mingfei was somewhat taken aback.

Although Zhou Minhao had previously told him that his parents were considered quite capable people in the mixed-race world.

But Lu Mingfei never expected that these two would actually manage to extend their relationship to the Zhou family in Xiangyang.