Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

But the receptionist just cast a blank look in that direction.

It was not only because she could not feel the so-called murderous aura, but also because the angry person spoke Japanese!

Lu Mingfei lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the crowd not far away.

A group of people surrounded Su Xiaoqiang's father. He pushed open the door near the Guan Gong statue and staggered out.

"Old Li," Su's father frowned drunkenly, looking at the Mediterranean who was shouting in a kimono across from him, and pointed his finger at his nose unhappily.

"What is this little devil saying? Is he scolding me?"

The man called Lao Li by Su's father is over 50 years old. His hair is half white, but he still wears a suit casually. He looks energetic and like a young man, not old at all.

Old Li silently glanced at the furious Mediterranean, frowned slightly, and glared at him sternly.

The Japanese Mediterranean, which was originally furious, shut its mouth in an instant, and its arrogance was extinguished.

Old Li happily supported Father Su, with a kind smile on every wrinkle on his face.

"What are you talking about? How could he possibly scold you, President Su?"

"Isn't it still about that project? It wasn't discussed and he was just a little emotional."

Old Li gently squeezed Su's father's arm.

"Boss Su, please think about this matter again."

Father Su waved his hands drunkenly, pouting his lips, looking reluctant.

He kept denying and shaking his head.

"If you don't consider it, what else can you consider?"

"Old Li, I won't hide it from you. To put it bluntly, the reason I can come here today is because of our long-standing friendship."

"I don't even know the little devil next to him."

Father Su's steps were unsteady, and he hung his right arm around Old Li's neck to maintain his balance.

He raised his other hand tremblingly and gently patted Lao Li's chest.

"And I just gave that little devil a chance, didn't I?"

Father Su frowned slightly, extremely unhappy.

"I can accept even 6 or 4."

"But the other side just didn't know what was going on and insisted on turning it around and splitting it 4-6."

"Old Li, you know that I have been planning this multinational project for eight years!" Father Su stretched out his hand and made the number eight.

"It took me a lot of energy to smooth over these relationships with the government, customs, and the Resources Bureau, and I owe a lot of favors to them."

"But even so, I have succeeded to where I am today thanks to the right time, right place and right people."

"The selected partners are even willing to split the profit with me 70% and 30% just to open up this channel and stabilize it for long-term cooperation."

"Do you think I have any reason to cooperate with that little devil over there in this situation?"

Cough!

Father Su coughed a few times uncomfortably. Maybe he drank too much today, but he couldn't help but talk a lot.

"Old Li, yes, I am a bit obsessed with money, but to be frank, as a parent, who are we doing all this for?"

"Isn't it for my precious daughter that I do all this?"

Father Su's face flushed with excitement. He waved his hand and held it to his chest.

"Old Li, I'm not bragging to you, but as long as we win this battle and do it well, my company will be able to move to a higher level."

"It will be easier when Xiaoqiang or my son-in-law takes over my job."

"I am paving the way for my children. Naturally, I will choose a partner who can offer greater profit concessions and a more stable cooperation period."

Old Li patted Father Su's back and calmed him down. "Xiao Su, Xiao Qiang is so lucky to have a father like you. The future son-in-law will be very happy to have a father-in-law like you!"

"I have seen how much effort you have put into this project, and I know you are reluctant to give it up."

"Cooperating with Mr. Fujiwara will indeed cause you some disadvantages in aspects other than money, but he can get in touch with people at the level of the Japanese underworld, so it won't be too bad for you."

"The partners you signed didn't stipulate that you must only cooperate with them, right? That's not how business is done. Isn't it a good thing to have more?" Old Li advised earnestly.

"Yes," Father Su burped.

"The more the better is a good thing, but it's not necessarily fair or moral. That Japanese guy over there took more than my biggest partner. How can I explain this to others?"

"Even if he really wants to get more, he has to have something to justify it."

"With the underworld? Lao Li, to be frank, I don't need it." Father Su nodded nonchalantly, "You must have investigated it. The partner I have decided on now is also very successful in the underworld."

"okay!"

Father Su waved his hand, interrupting Old Li who was about to persuade him.

"Old Li, let's stop here today."

"Although I don't understand Japanese, I can still understand what that little devil said just now."

"Just because you're a gangster, you think you're so awesome? What the hell! This is China, do you understand?"

The accompanying translator explained to Mediterranean Fujiwara the conversation between Lao Li and Su's father.

The face beneath the Mediterranean Sea became darker and darker.

"Asshole! I came here from afar to discuss cooperation with you on behalf of the Lord. It should be your honor!" Mediterranean Fujiwara stamped his feet fiercely, cursing and talking non-stop.

"You are such an ignorant upstart! If you cooperate with us, you will definitely get more than you think."

Father Su remained indifferent and walked away without paying any attention to what the people behind him were saying.

Mediterranean Fujiwara stared fiercely at Su's father as he walked away, and whispered viciously,

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll have to teach you a lesson!"

Mediterranean Fujiwara glared back fiercely, and the several burly men who followed him twisted their necks at the same time, suddenly becoming murderous.

Even the petite women who had been smiling beside them put their hands into their kimonos, and no one knew what they were holding.

Listening carefully, it seems to be a knife blade.

"Mr. Li, don't hesitate. Let this bastard see what we are capable of, and he will be obedient." Mediterranean Fujiwara stared at Su's father fiercely and spoke coldly in Japanese.

Father Su noticed the noise behind him, glanced back, and frowned, "Old Li, what are you doing?"

Old Li narrowed his eyes slightly, said nothing, and pondered for a moment.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold!

"Uncle Su? Is that Uncle Su?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded.

Lu Mingfei ran over with big strides and waved excitedly at the drunk man.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Su Xiaoqiang's father, right?"

23, over.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 169 Times have changed

When Father Su heard his daughter's name, he subconsciously turned his head and squinted his eyes.

There were jade rockeries, rippling water and icy smoke in the air, and Lu Mingfei was just walking towards them from not far away in such an ordinary manner.

The crystal chandeliers in the lobby of the Black Prince Club often emit soft light, which normally would not be dazzling.

But it might be because Su Xiaoqiang's father drank some wine, at this moment he actually felt that the figure walking not far away was a little hazy under the sunlight.

But Father Su could vaguely see his brisk steps, and combined with the natural greeting from the other side just now, the tone behind it hinted at confidence.

He should be a nice young man, around 20 years old. Judging from his behavior and words, he must have experienced a lot.

His voice was full of energy, and he seemed to have a hidden confidence in his own abilities.

Was he a junior from another company or a rich young man from some family that he met at a bar or a banquet?

Father Su subconsciously guessed the state and identity of the visitor, then blinked and dispelled the blur in front of his eyes.

He looked at Lu Mingfei in front of him and was stunned.

He is neither a capable young man in the company nor a rich young man.

He was wearing a simple, unbranded black sportswear, carrying a bulging cloth schoolbag and holding a decent custom-made suit.

Just looking at that face without even the beginning of beard growth, how can this be an ambitious young man in his 20s with some experience?

This is clearly an underage student who hasn't even graduated from high school!

Shouldn't most students of this age avoid adults? The reasons for avoiding socializing are often that there is a big age gap, a generation gap, or a lack of common language.

Why would he come up to me on his own initiative? And in a place like this?

Father Su shook his head, thinking that he had drunk a little too much and had inexplicably started thinking about all these random things.

The way people deal with things is related to many factors.

At this age, there may be some who are timid and don't like to talk, some who are careless and have no sense of propriety, and some who talk endlessly. It is not surprising to see some who can greet adults naturally.

Isn’t that what his good daughter is like?

If you encounter the same situation, you will come here.

No, if it were Xiaoqiang, she would probably run over angrily and kick him in the calf, crying and blaming him for drinking so much again.

Maybe. After all, it seemed like his precious daughter did these things ten years ago.

A happy smile subconsciously appeared on Father Su's lips, and then he came to his senses and looked at the young man in front of him.

He looked him up and down, but in the end he had no impression of the person in front of him. He just thought he was a young man with good spirit.

"you are?"

Father Su touched his chin and asked Lu Mingfei uncertainly.

He really had no impression of Lu Mingfei.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head awkwardly, pointed at his face and blinked. His awe-inspiring look just now suddenly weakened a bit, and he turned into someone who looked like a shy student.

"Uncle Su, I'm Lu Mingfei, a student at Shilan High School. I'm in the same class as Su Xiaoqiang."

"We have a pretty good relationship. To be more precise, she used to take good care of me. I looked at you a few more times during the class meeting at the beginning of the semester, and I remembered you."

"Oh, she's Xiaoqiang's classmate."

Father Su leaned unsteadily on the tribute platform next to the statue of Guan Gong.

He held his head, blinked sleepily, and then shook his head violently, as if this could help him wake up a little.

He looked around the hall and couldn't help wondering:

"Why are you in a place like this so late at night?"

If he is Su Xiaoqiang's classmate, he should be in the first year of high school. Why is he not sleeping at home in the middle of the night and coming to such a place? It is somewhat suspicious!

"Um, Uncle Su, there's no special reason," Lu Mingfei licked his lips, stepped forward to support Su's father, and explained truthfully.

"As for me, I just got hungry at night, so I went out to look around and see if there were any shops open."

Lu Mingfei gave a bitter smile at the right moment, looking lost.

"I didn't expect that there were so few shops open, and there were only street lights on the road. There wasn't even a policeman. To be honest, I was quite scared at first, fearing that robbers might come."

He glanced silently at a group of people not far away, with his eyes half closed.

"But then I thought about it and realized there seemed to be quite a lot of surveillance cameras around here, so I thought nothing serious would happen, so I felt more relieved."

Hearing the word "surveillance", the silent Old Li reacted slightly.

He quietly put his hands behind his back and shook them lightly, and the tense atmosphere around the big man and the woman in kimono behind him dissipated a little.

Lu Mingfei pointed at the door and said something nonsense.