Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Lu Mingfei shuddered.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong place. Goodbye."

He cupped his fists, the plastic bag containing the last bun shook, and turned to leave.

"etc!"

Auntie rushed over with a roar like a tiger tank charging, and stretched out her hand as big as a cattail leaf to catch Lu Mingfei.

Just kidding, who did she think she was facing? To put it bluntly, Lu Mingfei tied his legs and stood on his head with both hands. Even an aunt like you can’t catch up. If he touches the corner of his clothes, it will be considered hell. I slacked off on martial arts.

"Handsome guy, don't leave!"

The seven fairies jumped and waved.

Lu Mingfei has already gone out.

Until a man dressed as a manager shouted.

"You won the prize!"

Winning?

This word seemed to freeze Lu Mingfei's figure like magic.

This is the second time today.

He turned around and saw a bright red banner that read.

“Warmly welcome the 10,000th client to visit our firm!”

Lu Mingfei blinked.

He looked at the enthusiastic staff in the lobby.

He looked at the last bun in the bag again.

He decided that starting from tomorrow, he would eat Doudou's steamed buns every morning.

Thirty bottoms.

"Potato chips, what do you think?"

The long-legged kunoichi asked her partner as she touched up her makeup in the mirror.

"Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"How embarrassing."

There was a clicking sound on the other side of the earphones, so there was no need to think about that girl eating again.

"Banner, it was the same with ASTASIA last time. Please note that we are an international organization after all. You have six or seven figures of funding every minute. Even if you welcome us, don't be so shabby."

"Hey, my Chinese has improved so much that I can even use it."

Potato Chips whistled frivolously.

"It's not the boss's request, he said he wants to give it to us." Young Master Lu feels like he's at home. The more enthusiastic the better, the more cordial the better.

"So you just held up the banner?"

"Well, how kind."

Long Legs let out a breath.

"Okay, let's turn this around."

"Also, what's going on with those girls?"

"Oh, two hundred per person. I hired him from the art school next door. He was given lines and a script. What, is the acting too stiff?"

"You have no acting skills at all."

Potato Chips said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it looks good."

"Don't underestimate them. I have chosen each of them specially according to Master Lu's dream lover. Maybe one of them will be attracted by the young master, hehe."

"Dream girl?"

Long Legs’ tone is subtle.

"I can't tell. I thought a young boy like the young master would prefer a big sister. Why did you choose a little lolita?"

"You don't know that."

Potato Chips Girl slowly arrived in Longzhong's attitude towards Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei's guidance on the world.

"Guess what, Master Lu also has a trumpet called Sunset's Score, using a baby-fat loli as his avatar. He specializes in deceiving the fragile love of ignorant teenagers on the Internet. Some people even turn on the computer every day. To wait for this sunset to come online can be said to be a passion that will last until death."

The long legs are amazing.

"Our young master has really unique hobbies."

"Who says it isn't?"

"Okay, it's my turn."

She stepped on her high heels with her long legs and opened the toilet door with all her might.

Potato Chips laughed over the headset.

"Take it easy, don't scare our young master Lu."

Long Legs curled his lips.

"The accounting maid should do her job as an accounting maid."

"Performing tasks is my specialty."

She held her head high, revealing her slender and fair neck like a ballet dancer's.

"Real Estate Sales No. 11 is here to serve you."

She arrived like a queen, and her powerful aura overshadowed all the girls. Her unparalleled confidence and appearance made all the good-looking girls in the art school pale in front of her.

"You...are you a real estate salesperson?"

Lu Mingfei looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Why, doesn't it look like that?"

Queen, oh no so says Sales Eleven.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth.

How he felt, he described it like this, one day you arrived in England, got off the plane and asked about the tour guide, and then a kind old lady named Elizabeth came over and said hello, I've been waiting for a long time, please give me some advice.

It’s not that bad, it’s not that bad, it’s going to shorten your life.

Number 11 is very conscientious.

“As our firm’s 10,000th client, we have a series of preferential policies for you.”

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei listened with fear. Not only did they waive water and electricity, they also waived three months' rent. They even gave priority to an independent villa in Jindu Garden as a house. There was no need to read the brochure, the sales lady said. He took the initiative to drive a Volkswagen to see the house on site.

It's just that the female driver's driving posture was too aggressive, and a mediocre Volkswagen was suddenly driven out of Ferrari's aura.

No, it's an armored vehicle.

The two of them rushed through the traffic, slicing through every opportunity, like a sharp samurai sword slicing through butter. The journey that was supposed to take twenty minutes ended up arriving in ten minutes, and Lu Mingfei was still sighing when he got off the car.

"Did your family sell tofu before?"

"What?"

Sales No. 11 did not follow Young Master Lu’s thinking for a while.

"Let's deliver tofu. Put a glass of water in the car at night. If you spill the tofu while driving, you will be beaten."

"Oh, Initial D, right?"

Long Legs breathed a sigh of relief. It was really difficult to finally pick up the conversation.

The car parked in the underground garage, and No. 11 led the way. The two of them went up to the garden first. There were trees on both sides, probably gardeners often come to take care of them. The numbers were regular and pleasing to the eye.

No. 11 introduced it as he walked. There was a voiceprint verification and unlocking function when entering the door, ensuring the safety of the residents.

The independent villa is divided into two floors. The middle hall is a completely open space. The second floor is designed in a cloister style. A total of eight rooms are distributed. There is a skylight on the roof. On sunny days, warm sunlight will hang down directly, similar to a church. The design gives people a religious sense of sanctity.

The study and bedrooms all have carpets, which are of the highest quality produced in Istanbul. The cleaning lady will come three times a week, so there is no need to worry about hygiene. You can even lie on the carpet and watch the clouds or stars all afternoon.

"By the way, please be careful when using the gramophone in the bedroom. Although it can still read discs and play music, it is actually an antique that has been around for more than half a century, and it is not easy to maintain it even today."

"There are Chopin vinyl discs in the cabinet. You should know how to use a gramophone."

Number 11 finally stopped her rambling and looked back at Lu Mingfei.

"Oh, uh-huh."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Along the way, Lu Mingfei looked around. The carpets in Istanbul were so soft. They were more comfortable than beds. The first time Lu Mingfei walked up, he thought of his junior sister. Who could have such a soft carpet? Will the child like it?

"Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, just do whatever you want."