Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

June 10th, rainy.

8 PM.

Old Lu's family.

"That damned bastard, Zhou Bapi! I was doing just fine, why can't I keep my job?!"

The middle-aged woman kneaded the dough while muttering curses, spitting almost into the basin:

"Fine, I quit then. Do you really think I want to put up with this? Lu Gucheng, did your company raise salaries again this year?"

Lu Gucheng, who was chopping beef, trembled slightly and mumbled two responses.

Lu Gucheng has been under dismissal notice from his company for almost a week now, but he doesn't dare tell his wife and children. Lately, he's been going out early and coming home late every day, pretending to go to work, but actually he's going to the job market to look for work.

But he was too old and not capable enough, so no one wanted him.

I had originally planned to rely on our savings to get by for a while, but then misfortune struck again and my wife lost her job.

Lu Mingfei was also present, intending to have a farewell dinner and then divide the family property. However, his aunt's unemployment was truly unexpected.

Lu Mingfei was peeling scallions on the side, feeling uneasy.

He recalled the day he went to Bronze City for his mission, after dragging Odin's puppet off his horse, when the little devil who called himself Lu Mingze reappeared.

The little devil kept his promise perfectly; he really did slow down the eight-legged winged horse's pace by five minutes.

However, Lu Mingfei's divine intervention, which resulted in Odin's death, prevented the subsequent transaction from being completed.

Before leaving, the little devil expressed his regret to Lu Mingfei, and said that he had prepared a small gift for this only customer.

Lu Mingfei was now suspicious—his uncle and aunt had both lost their jobs at this critical juncture, could it be this guy's doing?

In a sense, the news brought by the little devil eased Lu Mingfei's psychological burden.

Lu Gucheng's unemployment can be traced back to the day the two brothers mourned the sunset. Lu Mingfei originally thought that his uncle had missed half a day of work because he was looking for him and Lu Mingze, which caused the equipment to break down and thus he lost his job.

It has now been discovered that it was actually the little devils causing the trouble.

In that case, Uncle's unemployment has nothing to do with Lu Mingfei.

After all, Lu Mingfei didn't want the little devil's gift at all, and he didn't even know the little devil when he did bad things!

Suppose that today the little devil sees Lu Mingfei is unhappy and decides to make Lu Gucheng suffer as a gift to Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei reluctantly accepts it.

If the little devil sees his brother in a good mood tomorrow and sets off the Earth like fireworks to cheer Lu Mingfei up, wouldn't Lu Mingfei be accused of murdering all of humanity?

If we have to say that Lu Ming has to bear some responsibility, it's probably that the brothers' mourning for the sunset gave the invisible female agent an opportunity... But the problem is that she can become invisible. Even if a superpowered person didn't choose that day to persecute Lu Gucheng, Lu Gucheng wouldn't be able to escape.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you daydreaming about? Stop dawdling! Hurry up and chop the ginger after you've peeled the scallions! Mingze needs wontons when he gets back tomorrow!"

The middle-aged woman's piercing, maniacal voice interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts:

"All you do all day is fool around outside. You say you're working to support yourself, but I haven't seen you bring any money back. Let me tell you, the wontons I made tonight are for Mingze, so don't touch them."

Your brother works hard at school and needs to eat more. Do you know how expensive this beef tenderloin is?! If I find out that either of you stole some wontons before he came back, hmph... family discipline will follow!

The aunt glared at the uncle and nephew, and then, thinking she was being humorous, waved the rolling pin.

The aunt glanced at Lu Gucheng, who was now nodding obsequiously, which pleased her.

Although she was fired, she was still the head of the household, and no one dared to oppose her.

However, she became a little unhappy when her aunt turned her gaze to Lu Mingfei.

Because she discovered—Lu Mingfei was actually smiling!

"What are you laughing at?!"

My aunt slammed her rolling pin on the cutting board; she felt she needed to assert her authority.

Lu Mingfei ignored her. He just grinned wider and wider, and his laughter, which had been silent at first, turned into loud gurgling, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you deaf?"

My aunt stood up, her eyebrows raised:

"Are you gloating over my job loss? Let me tell you, Lu Mingfei, even if I don't earn money, I can still manage this family! Don't push your luck!"

No, no.

Lu Mingfei wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, put down the half-peeled scallion, and said, "I just got the smell in my eyes."

Despite this, the smile on his face did not fade in the slightest. Lu Mingfei knew it was inappropriate... but he just couldn't control himself.

Auntie is so good to Lu Mingze. Lu Mingze is indeed a child who grew up in a sweet environment. After Shilan went on vacation, Auntie enrolled him in a study tour summer camp and even made wontons for him to welcome him back.

Lu Mingfei looked out the window; the rain was getting heavier.

He remembered when he was in junior high school, there was a typhoon, and the rain was even heavier than it is now. He didn't have an umbrella, so he had to run home in the rain.

Lu Mingfei didn't dare to hope that someone would come to pick him up. He was thinking that if he had a lot of pocket money like Lu Mingze, he could take a taxi home. Unfortunately, his aunt was always stingy with her nephew. When he got home, she scolded him because his clothes were wet.

"Lu Mingfei, what do you mean? You're complaining that I'm making you do work?"

The aunt glared at Lu Mingfei, her flour-covered finger pointing at him:

"I've raised you all these years for nothing, and you think it's beneath you to do a little work?"

"Say less, say less..."

My uncle habitually tries to smooth things over.

"Chop your filling!"

The middle-aged woman showed no respect for the man; she was in a bad mood and, without waiting for Lu Mingfei's reply, launched into a tirade:

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. So what if you're trying to climb the social ladder by marrying that Zhou guy?! You think you're so great just because you have a little money?! Let me tell you, Lu Mingfei, as long as you're in this house, you'd better behave!"

My aunt was bossy and fierce, like an angry lioness.

Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei showed no fear whatsoever. He was now a ruthless man who had killed people, seen blood, slain dragons, and beheaded gods, so naturally he wouldn't be frightened by a petty middle-aged woman.

"Would you like an explanation of the jokes?"

Lu Mingfei blurted out this sentence out of the blue.

He suddenly remembered Zhou the accountant's words, "I have three joys." If he were to elaborate, he could probably extract "I have three smiles" from his aunt's words.

"Lu Mingfei, what's wrong with you?!"

"Auntie shouted sternly."

She sensed that something was wrong with her nephew.

"I'm not gloating. I'm just wondering if the family will have enough money now that my aunt has lost her job."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

The aunt's expression changed, then she let out a cold snort:

"Why are you worrying about that? Your uncle got a raise—"

"Yeah?"

Lu Mingfei turned to look at Lu Gucheng:

"I think I heard that something happened at Uncle's workplace recently, something about equipment breaking down. Will it affect efficiency...?"

"Ah, ah... yes! It's gone up, it's gone up!"

Lu Gucheng's forehead was covered in sweat.

As a seasoned veteran in the company, he had good adaptability, but when Lu Mingfei abruptly pointed out the equipment malfunction, his brain went blank for a moment, and he could only awkwardly utter a few words.

Even a materialistic woman like my aunt, who only cared about her husband's paycheck and not his work, could tell something was wrong at this point:

"Lu Gucheng, are you hiding something from me?"