Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

What kind of changes will it bring to Lu Mingfei's life?

Lu Mingfei didn’t know, but he understood one thing, he was looking forward to it. After these three seemingly impossible things that happened and changed his fate... some changes had already appeared in him.

If there was no Mo Qiuran, and if there were no three bets, what would I be like in the future?

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of this question before falling asleep last night.

The issue was later left unresolved.

Because Lu Mingfei didn't dare to think about it.

Because of fear.

I am afraid to go back to the past, back to the life I used to live, back to my old self.

……

“So, people, once you taste something better, it’s hard to go back.”

"Boss, your subordinates are very busy right now because they are controlling all our capital for venture capital. If we don't manage this wave well, we will lose everything and have to go to the rooftop to drink northwest wind. So either you should make it clear what you want to say, or you should stop showing up every few days and saying some weird words that sound like a literary youth's lament about life, OK?"

The girl who was speaking was half lying on the office chair. Her good appearance was completely ruined by her lazy look. Her tone of voice made people feel as if she was the boss. From time to time, she took the potato chips from her belly and stuffed them into her mouth, which made her look not busy at all.

But if there was an expert who knew the stock market standing next to her and looking at the colorful data and graphs on the computer screen in front of her, he would definitely kneel down in disbelief and ask to be her apprentice... because the amount involved is really tens of billions of US dollars, and not just one item.

An ordinary person might not even be able to see the numbers on it, but the unkempt girl still found time to pick out a piece of potato chips from her stomach and carefully put it into her mouth, as if that thing was far more important than the billions on the computer.

"The plan was disrupted." The boss said, "An unexpected person."

"Is it the guy named Mo Qiuran that you asked me to check last time?" The girl pursed her fingers, narrowed her eyes, and showed a happy smile on her face, "He is a handsome guy, and although he looks like a playboy, he still has no girlfriend! He is simply the best ideal type!"

"That's him," the boss nodded, "he influenced my plan."

"So are we going to kill him?" the girl asked without any hesitation, as if she wasn't the one who had previously praised the handsome guy as her ideal type.

"You seem to have a misunderstanding of our organization. Why do you always want to kill people?" The boss was stunned. "Do I often give such orders?"

"That's not the case." The girl shook her head, "It's just that the other party did affect our plan. Although I don't know the plan, after all, I only know how to make money."

"Our purpose is not to make money. Making money is only part of the plan." The boss said, "If your role is only to make money, it would be a waste. We want to set the world on fire, and you... are responsible for preparing enough fuel."

"...So for now it's still about making money." The girl thought about it and suddenly realized.

"He has influenced Lu Mingfei," the boss said. "This is intolerable. Fortunately, he is going to Kassel soon... Although my plan has been messed up, it should still be salvageable."

"That kid who was so unlucky before?" The girl thought for a moment. "Is there anything special about him? Although I only recently discovered that he has such a domineering side, it seems that it is true that the little white rabbit will bite people when it is angry!"

"He is very special," the boss turned around, his blazing golden eyes almost overshadowing the brilliance of the sun behind him, "He is special in that he is the one who should light up the whole world."

"It sounds like some kind of world-destroying demon." The girl said, "So should we kill him?"

"...Yes, we are going to kill him," the boss said in an incomprehensible way without refutation this time, "The moment we kill him, he will come back to life."

Chapter 33 Mo Qiuran: The Three-Year Period Has Arrived

"Although I don't understand it, it seems very impressive!" the girl said, "Do you want me to clap and cooperate with you, boss?"

"It took me more than ten years to make him like that, and it only took that man three bets to change him," the boss did not answer the girl's complaint, "so we need to make some changes to our plan,"

"Yes, yes, boss, just give your orders and I will just follow them..." The girl was dejected, but still stuffed potato chips into her mouth.

"Since the plan is already messed up, let's just make it even more messed up." The boss said, "Let Zero transfer there."

"Eh?" The girl was stunned, then took a breath, "Hiss... Boss, are you planning to play a modern harem competition for favor? The true face of the white lotus is exposed, and the male protagonist welcomes his happy enemy, but at this time, a rich and beautiful girl suddenly appears? At the same time, the white lotus turns evil and is eyeing it covetously, wanting to snatch it back? Oh my God, there are no less than fifty episodes of romance plots in my mind!"

"Is this the kind of thing that Yanling Tianyan is used for inference in your place?" The boss couldn't help but ask, without denying what the girl had just said.

"Actually, I use it to make money." The girl showed the man her computer screen as if to take credit.

In just a few minutes, the girl has completed the final battle of this month's layout, and all expected goals have been successfully achieved. If the stock market is compared to a war, then this girl is a god of war who slaughters all enemies on her own. But in reality, she is a girl who is half lying down, eating potato chips and imagining romance dramas, and humbly taking credit from her boss.

If Mo Qiuran were here, he would probably start shouting to overthrow capitalist exploitation.

"Oh." The boss didn't even look at the computer screen, and didn't seem to care about the billions of dollars coming in. Instead, he looked at the girl, then turned his head away as if he couldn't bear to look at her, with a look of disgust on his face. "Then can you use some of it on your clothes?"

"I...what's wrong with the way I dress? It's normal!" The girl looked at herself from head to toe. "I bought everything according to the brand you recommended to me last time, boss!"

"Enxi, the brand I recommended is suitable for you, but you also have to see which one it is." The boss glanced at Su Enxi, shook his head and turned away, "You just picked the ones that have the worst matching effect, and this posture... You have a double chin, do you know that?"

“No… No way!” Su Enxi was so scared that she stood up immediately, stretched her neck as hard as she could, and then stroked her chin back and forth, “Huh… I knew you were trying to scare me, boss!”

"Anyway, it's time for you to start exercising. And the way you dress, I don't want my girl to have such aesthetic standards." The boss made the final decision.

"But...but I still have to make money..." Su Enxi's eyes rolled around and she came up with an excuse.

"You can put aside the issue of making money. I think it is more important to cultivate your aesthetic sense first," said the boss.

"Oh..." Su Enxi could only nod.

"You have to put the potato chips aside, otherwise the weight loss effect will be worrying." The boss reminded.

"Ah??" Su Enxi's eyes went dark, as if she saw her potato chips grow wings and flapping away from her.

"We also need to prepare for Mai," the boss said, "If there is a chance, it would be better to prevent Mo Qiuran from affecting our plans."

"Boss, you are indeed a cultured person. You speak so artistically!" Su Enxi gave a thumbs up.

"Your flattery skills are very clumsy, so forget it." The boss said helplessly.

"Oh, so we still have to kill him, right?" Su Enxi asked in a positive tone, "Boss, you just said that you don't often give orders to kill people, but now you've already killed two people in just a short while."

“…You don’t have to be so direct.” said the boss.

……

"It's very simple... A-choo!" Mo Qiuran was about to speak when he suddenly sneezed.

"Boss, have you caught a cold?" Lu Mingfei asked with concern.

"No, I won't catch a cold," Mo Qiuran sniffed and said casually, "Maybe some villain is plotting against me behind my back...Okay, let's get down to business. The content of the fourth bet is that you will definitely come to Kassel College, where I am going, to study in the future."

"Ah?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. "Is this it?"

"Yes, that's it." Mo Qiuran nodded.

"Kassel College..." Lu Mingfei muttered the name, and then, not knowing what he associated with it, he stared at Mo Qiuran.

"I think you must have thought of some incredible aspects." Mo Qiuran said.

"Why do you make me sound like I always act out of my imagination? At most, I just say a lot of shit." Lu Mingfei complained.

"Then what did you think of?" Mo Qiuran expressed his disbelief. He knew Lu Mingfei's train of thought very well.

After all, he was able to keep up with his own train of thought!

"Boss, tell me the truth, are you the illegitimate son of some foreign tycoon?" Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, "And this Kassel College that sounds so impressive is actually yours? So you plan to recruit me in when I graduate?"

"Why don't you be bolder? In fact, I have been hiding my identity all along. My real identity is the prince of a European country's royal family. So now that the three-year period is up, I have to reveal my identity and stop pretending. I want to go back and inherit the family property?" Mo Qiuran said.

"Really? Then can I take a ride on your luxury cruise ship and private jet, and see what a five-star hotel looks like?" Lu Mingfei's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Wow, good acting, it looks interesting." Mo Qiuran nodded.

"It's all thanks to you, boss. I'm just a bird of prey!" Lu Mingfei flattered him.

"With your ability to flatter, you could probably become a eunuch in ancient times!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed.

"Boss, my family has only one son for every generation, so we can't say such things!" Lu Mingfei quickly denied.

"So, do you want to gamble?" Mo Qiuran asked.

“…Boss, are you serious?” Lu Mingfei asked after hesitating.

"What else?" Mo Qiuran asked back, "Do I often joke?"

"Don't you often joke around?" Lu Mingfei felt terrified when he thought about it.

"Hahaha, half and half, who knows, but I promise that I am serious when I bet." Mo Qiuran smiled and said, "Let's bet on this, the bet... I haven't thought about it yet, let's set a condition temporarily, whoever loses must agree to the other party's condition."

"...Boss, what do you think your chance of winning this time?" Lu Mingfei asked without rushing to agree.

"It's fifty-fifty," Mo Qiuran spread his hands, "Don't worry, I always bet fifty-fifty!"

"I don't trust you at all!" Lu Mingfei thought.

But in the end he agreed.

Although he still felt it was impossible.

But it seems that the previous three times were also like this.

Anyway...

It won't do him any harm, right?

Chapter 34: Mo Qiuran: So bored, I really want to find a dragon to fight

"Ah... what excuse should I make today... Just say that the internet cable at home is down and I can't update. What do you think?" Mo Qiuran hovered his finger over the phone, hesitated for a while, and muttered to Chu Zihang on the side.

"You've already asked for leave for the third day this month. If you don't update, you won't be fully present." Chu Zihang reminded her without even raising his eyes, looking at the book in his hand. "And haven't you been writing on your phone all this time?"

"It's so touching that you actually remembered that I took a few days off this month to study my book!" Mo Qiuran was so moved that he looked like he was about to cry.

"Because you haven't updated for three consecutive days." Chu Zihang turned the page calmly.

"You know all about such confidential things! Tell me, did you install surveillance cameras in my room?" Mo Qiuran was shocked, then became suspicious, "Or did you secretly read my novel?"

Chu Zihang stopped talking and just looked at the book in his hand seriously. As for how he knew that... Mo Qiuran was muttering beside him every day during class, so how could he not know?

There is no way to not know, unless you become deaf!

Moreover, he watched how Mo Qiuran fell to this point within three days. On the first day, Mo Qiuran sighed and said that he had no inspiration and was stuck in a writer's block. He felt sorry for his readers. Although he felt guilty, he had no choice but to be perfunctory. It sounded like that was the case. Chu Zihang even comforted him by saying that people will always encounter bottlenecks.

Then the next day Mo Qiuran asked for leave again. Chu Zihang sensed something was wrong and wisely chose to wait and see.

On the third day, Chu Zihang finally understood that things like bottleneck mood were all excuses... He was even discussing with Chu Zihang what excuse to use to ask for leave!

He simply doesn't want to update!

Chu Zihang felt that it was a good thing that he was not his reader, otherwise he didn't know what he would do.

"Alas, it feels like I've suddenly lost motivation," Mo Qiuran sighed, "Do you have this feeling? Time has been passing very slowly recently."

"No." Chu Zihang said.

"I don't believe you. You're not paying attention to the class and are reading this book 'Introduction to Latin'." Mo Qiuran looked at him with contempt. "I didn't expect that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would lie with your eyes open!"

"I just want to use it later." Chu Zihang was not moved at all.

It has to be said that Chu Zihang truly deserves the title of "other people's child", because he noticed that the confidentiality agreement that Professor Schneider took out that day was written in a mixture of English and Latin. During this period, he has begun to teach himself Latin.

In contrast, Mo Qiuran seemed to be evolving from a salted fish to a dead salted fish, and even his regular update of 4,000 words every day was difficult to maintain.

"Inspiration comes from life, but now I suddenly feel that my life is so peaceful. That's why I can't update." Mo Qiuran defended himself seriously.

"Wasn't it like this before?" Chu Zihang said.

"Before was before, now is now. Before, I didn't know... there are so many interesting things." Mo Qiuran said, "Besides, I don't have to take the college entrance examination and I'm going abroad soon. The scholarship is enough to cover my food, accommodation and living expenses... Is this really the conspiracy of capitalism? Damn it, I'm almost depraved!"

"..." Chu Zihang was silent, and wanted to say that he had fallen.

"Fortunately, I was smart and saw through the capitalist conspiracy! I will work hard to update now! For my readers!" The next second Mo Qiuran said to himself, then picked up his phone and started clicking vigorously.

Chu Zihang was still reading calmly, not in a hurry. Based on his understanding of Mo Qiuran, there must be more to it than this.

Sure enough, half a minute later, Mo Qiuran was already lying on the table, with his phone in the drawer, his eyes empty and lifeless.

"Why aren't you typing anymore?" Chu Zihang decided to cooperate.

"I suddenly remembered that I have no readers, no one reads my books, and no one votes for them. It seems that it doesn't matter if I don't update or not," Mo Qiuran made a gesture of falling to the ground, "I really want to do something... find a dragon to fight or something..."

Chu Zihang was speechless.

A fight?

Is there a missing sentence after this: "And try what it tastes like"?

No wonder this guy felt bored all day long, it turned out that after hearing about the existence of dragons in this world, he had always wanted to see one and taste it!

Chu Zihang had no doubt that this was something Mo Qiuran could do... Mo Qiuran was absolutely serious when he said he wanted to cook dragon meat! This was the conclusion drawn after Chu Zihang's [Hearing Conversion·Mo Qiuran Exclusive Edition] verified it!

……

"Potato Chip Girl, is this little brat the target of this mission?"