Durin's Diary

Chapter 894 Knees in front of each other

Du Lin sat in the barbecue restaurant, looking at the Beijing Finance News that the owner handed him, and seeing himself on the front page, he couldn't help but be speechless.

"I just think he looks like you." The owner of Tongji is a middle-aged man. How can someone in the barbecue business not be greasy? Besides, he is personally grilling for Du Lin's table. In his words, he was born an army man and will die an army man. Young Master Du Lin has helped the military so much, so he must do his son and his thousands of brothers a small favor and take good care of Young Master Du Lin.

So Dulin's little dragon showed off what she thought was the best roast meat. If she hadn't had to consider her modesty, she probably would have turned into a giant dragon to show it off.

Even so, she had already used the dragon's stomach to receive the roasted meat.

Dragons can really cheat! For example, Dulin can't transform, and no matter how much he eats, he uses his own stomach.

On another note, Du Lin had asked Boss Tong if the Zhulong of Changtang could transform. Boss Tong thought for a moment, nodded and then shook his head: "There is a legend in Changtang that there was a Zhulong in ancient times that could transform into a dragon, but my ancestors passed it down for hundreds of years and I have never heard of such a thing."

Dulin nodded understandingly: "I come from the Western Continent, so I don't understand many things about your Changtang."

"Well, I must say your Changtang dialect is so fluent and standard. If it weren't for the newspaper mentioning your identity, I wouldn't have believed you came all the way from the Western Continent," Boss Tong said with some admiration.

Du Lin also glanced at the newspaper in his hand—Shangjing Finance, a daily newspaper, unlike other daily newspapers, it was published at noon.

In the morning, they didn't know who I was, but by noon, after gathering all the information, they revealed my identity.

But it's also strange that it only says Dulin comes from the Western Continent, but doesn't say which family he belongs to.

This immediately led Dulin to rule out the Mo family—given Dulin's deep understanding of the temperament and character of the grassland elves, if it were truly their family pulling the strings behind the scenes, the entire capital... no, the entire Changtang would probably know which family Dulin was born into.

Is it the Mo family?
That shouldn't be the case either. If it were the Mo family, they wouldn't be the ones to push things along. They would probably be hoping that Dulin would live a life of quiet seclusion in the city or in the woods.

To push Dulin into the limelight and make him famous? That's impossible.

Who could it be?

Dulin didn't think he would have any enemies, nor did he think any enemy would bring his enemy to the public eye.

This made him very confused.

But unfounded suspicion is just suspicion. Since there was no target or enemy to be found, Dulin didn't care anymore. He put down the newspaper, took a sip of his tea, and then turned his head away.

Because familiar footsteps could be heard inside the store.

Then he saw Chen Xiaohu's little cutie—he called it a little cutie instead of a big secretary because this little bunny had lop-eared rabbit genes, probably some dwarf hybrid ancestry. In short, it was small and quite cute.

He also saw Du Lin, and immediately smiled as he led the little candle dragon beside him over. Then he greeted Du Lin in a generous manner: "Hello, young Mr. Du Lin."

"I remember you, you're like Tiger's chief secretary, right?"

"Yes, this is Shu..." "This humble woman is Xiang Shu, greetings to Mr. Du Lin."

As the little Candle Dragon girl spoke, she smiled and handed over the bag in her arms: "Your ID, medical insurance certificate, driver's license, and vehicle registration are all here. My great-grandfather asked me to deliver them."

Dulin took the bag and handed it to Melinda: "Thank you for your great-grandfather. He was such a kind man who always helped me."

Hearing Dulin say this, the emperor's great-granddaughter laughed: "Not at all, great-grandfather isn't always so easy to talk to." As she spoke, she naturally sat down in the empty seat opposite Dulin.

Little Tiger's little cutie naturally stood behind her.

Dulin immediately understood—the emperor must have received a message from the military, and knowing that Dulin was indeed capable, he was now placing a heavy bet.

Since the granddaughter can't do it, let the great-granddaughter do it.

That's ruthless, old man. They say a kind heart can't command an army, but you've shown that a kind heart can't govern.

Thinking about this, Dulin felt a little strange again—this little girl was clearly not the kind of person who didn't know any better. On the contrary, despite her small stature, how could a girl born into the royal family not have any sense of propriety? Who had bewitched her?

Oh, at this moment, some people might feel that they are both handsome and cute.

At this point, Shiyi and Daju started acting sarcastic and unfriendly.

Stop kidding, I'm serious.

Just as Dulin and the two AIs were arguing, the little girl said, "I've seen Mr. Dulin's photos before. I didn't expect Mr. Dulin to be even more handsome than in the photos."

Oh no, just from that one sentence, our Dulin must be getting cocky.

This is Daju's assertion.

Indeed, Dulin would be so struck by that statement that he would wake up in a panic and slap his thigh on his deathbed.

This is Eleven's exclamation.

Dulin pretended to be deaf and blind, then smiled at the young girl in front of him: "Oh, I'm just an ordinary young man."

“That’s not how you say it. I was the one who combed Mr. Dulin’s hair today, and I also styled his dragon horns.” Melinda inappropriately stepped forward to tell Dulin not to belittle himself.

As if they had found a topic to talk about, the two girls immediately started chatting about how to care for dragon horns, and then naturally began talking about hair care.

Oh no, this rabbit spirit has never seen a thief before!

The orange-haired man was so angry that he slapped his thigh.

I've truly never seen a girl with such a thieving air about her.

The National Day holiday was also very disheartening.

Dulin glanced at his little female dragon, Lina, who was still happily eating meat.

What use is a little dragon like you to me!

Du Lin was furious, while Xiao Hu's little cutie gestured for Du Lin to follow him.

So he excused himself to go to the restroom, and Dulin followed him to the backyard of the barbecue restaurant. The rabbit spirit immediately spoke up: "Mr. Dulin, we will definitely give you an explanation regarding what was in today's newspaper."

"There's no need for any explanation. Our cooperation isn't a secret. Your enemies across the three passes and four seas are all sorts of monsters and demons, so there's no need to hide them." At this point, Dulin had a sudden flash of inspiration—that's right, this matter doesn't need to be hidden, but the royal family doesn't need such publicity either. So why would someone do free publicity for me?

Thinking of this, Dulin looked at the rabbit: "Speaking of which, is there some special situation here, like you think I'm not suitable to show my face in public or something?"

"No, we just felt that it might make you feel a little unhappy if the newspaper published your existence without your consent."

"That won't happen."

After answering, Dulin asked the little girl another question.

This time, the rabbit spirit was a little embarrassed to answer, saying that this was a matter for the royal family, and he, a mere rabbit spirit, really couldn't interfere.

Indeed, Dulin regretted it somewhat—what was the point of asking this rabbit spirit? He was just a chief secretary of the Internal Security Department. If there was any problem, it would have been better for Dulin to go directly to the Emperor.

Thinking about this, Dulin hesitated again—Dulin could not possibly take this little girl home, but the problem was... if the royal family really wanted to make it a fait accompli, and... no, here comes the problem.

What if someone doesn't want to?
So... all of this was for this reason!

(End of this chapter)