Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

"without……"

The uncle forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Tell me the truth!"

My aunt's eyes widened.

Lu Gucheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and after his lips moved for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a few words:

"I, I..."

"I'll speak for my uncle."

Lu Mingfei sighed:

"My uncle has been fired. It's been a while now, and I estimate that his company will issue a dismissal notice in a couple of days."

My aunt probably doesn't know that these past few days, my uncle has been leaving early and returning late, not to go to work, but to look for jobs at the job market.

Lu Mingfei paused:

"Did you find it, Uncle?"

The room was silent for a full three seconds.

Only the raindrops pounding against the windowpane made a rapid, dense sound.

His aunt's expression changed repeatedly. Lu Mingfei thought to himself that he had really seen something new today. It turned out that a true artist could perform an entire silent film just by relying on facial expressions.

In just three seconds, the aunt's expression went from confusion to shock, from shock to disbelief, and finally to a look of embarrassment and anger.

"Lugu City!"

The aunt gritted her teeth and turned to look at the uncle:

"Is what he said true?!"

Lu Gucheng's face twitched. Facing his aunt, who held immense authority, he dared not lie.

"Honey, I...I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just..."

"Lu Mingfei! You, you—you knew all along, didn't you?!"

Suddenly, her aunt let out a sharp, explosive sound, venting all her anger on Lu Mingfei:

"You knew your uncle got fired, and you didn't tell me? You watched him go out every day pretending to go to work, were you just waiting to see me make a fool of myself?!"

"I do know about this."

Lu Mingfei did not deny it:

"The little girl I saved a few days ago is the daughter of my uncle's boss, Director Chen of the personnel department."

Upon hearing this, the aunt was stunned, and even the uncle's eyes widened.

"It's not true, it's not true!"

Lu Gucheng's breathing quickened. "You said you know Director Chen's daughter?! You mean Chen Jiawei?!"

"Um."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Then, then please help your uncle, okay? Have her plead with Director Chen on his behalf... I'm willing to spend money! Any amount is fine..."

Lu Gucheng's voice grew softer and softer, as if he had realized something. He suddenly lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Yeah, spending money, spending money..."

Lu Mingfei leaned against the doorframe and said softly:

"Where did the money come from?"

"Lu Mingfei!"

At that moment, the aunt's anger was completely ignited. The middle-aged woman's demonic voice soared high, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks:

"You did this on purpose! You know Director Chen, and you even saved his daughter!"

Where were you when your uncle got fired?! You ungrateful wretch! You just watched your uncle get fired, do you have any conscience at all...?

"That's enough!"

A sharp shout interrupted the aunt's accusation, but the one who shouted was not Lu Mingfei... but Lu Gucheng.

Lu Gucheng's face turned ashen. This man, who had been submissive to his wife for most of his life, was showing such toughness for the first time.

Unfortunately, Lugu City's rise lasted for less than a second.

His aunt turned her head and glared at him, and Lu Gucheng's imposing manner inexplicably weakened.

"Lu Gucheng, how dare you yell at me?"

The aunt's anger instantly turned to the husband:

"You got fired and didn't even tell me, and you dare to yell at me? Lu Gucheng, you think you're all grown up now?!"

"Did you conspire with this ingrate to get back at me?! I knew there wasn't a single good person in your Lu family!"

With each shout from his aunt, Lu Gucheng shrank a little shorter, until finally he hunched his shoulders, looking like a turtle with its head tucked into its shell.

Lu Mingfei reached out and rubbed his cheeks.

There's nothing I can do, really.

He looked at the barrage of wishes on Lu Gucheng's body, one of which was to help his uncle regain his former glory... Lu Mingfei didn't take it seriously at first, but now he felt that this task was probably more difficult than killing Odin.

Uncle, you should just go and lie down in the Dragon King Temple.

"...What's wrong with me asking him for a favor?! I raised him all these years for nothing, isn't it only right that this ungrateful wretch asks for your help?! Look at the state he's in now! What is he if not ungrateful?!"

The aunt yelled and screamed, completely unreasonable. She didn't feel that she owed Lu Mingfei anything and thought that Lu Mingfei's contributions to her family were only right.

However, Auntie's output was once again interrupted by a discordant laugh.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you laughing at?!"

My aunt is very sensitive now, and she sees any of Lu Mingfei's actions as mockery and provocation.

"I laugh at the precarious boat that is about to capsize, while the crew fight amongst themselves, oblivious to the impending disaster."

Lu Mingfei first said something that his aunt, with her limited education, couldn't understand at all, and then said:

"If I were you, before arguing, I would think about how we would manage our monthly living expenses, utilities, food, and Lu Mingze's tuition for next semester after both of us lost our jobs."

"What's it to you!"

Aunt screamed:

"What right do you have to meddle in my family's accounts when you're just a freeloader?"

"Of course I'll take care of it."

Lu Mingfei remained calm, unlike his aunt's hysteria. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"You've probably forgotten who pays the bulk of the household expenses."

Lu Mingfei paced around the room, his demeanor calm and composed, without a trace of anger on his face. However, his words caused his aunt's expression to change.

"The money Uncle used to buy the BMW, Lu Mingze's school fees, and Auntie's mahjong winnings were all taken from the living expenses sent by those two people."

Lu Mingfei looked at his aunt:

"My aunt often says that you don't squander my living expenses; you keep them in a separate folding book."

"Now I need to verify this money. Is that... alright?"

"You...you're deliberately picking a fight!"

The aunt's face turned pale, and she began to throw a tantrum:

"You just look down on Mingze! You can't stand me ordering you around! You think you're so great, your family has always been above me! Go ahead and bully me, I'm not as well-educated and good-tempered as your mother... Now that you're successful, get out of my house! Go wherever you want!"

"I do have places I need to go."

Faced with his aunt's unreasonable behavior, Lu Mingfei smiled, took out a key, and gently waved it in front of her:

"I'm not very talented, but I recently bought a house in California Sunshine."

Her aunt's face turned pale, then white, then green again. Of course, she had heard of California Sunshine, the most prestigious villa district in the west of the city.

"However, I won't leave until the accounts are clear."

Lu Mingfei's voice was clear and his eyes were calm and resolute.

"Fine, fine, you're not leaving, huh?"

The aunt's eyes darted around. "If you won't leave, I will! Fine, I'll leave!"

She suddenly stood up, flung open the door, and rushed out.

Outside, it was pouring rain. Lu Mingfei grabbed an umbrella, slowly went downstairs, and casually made a phone call to his employees using an N95 mask.