Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 58: The Curtain Rises, Nono's Connections, the Ancient Sword Severing the Dragon Platform

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Fuyuan Teahouse.

This is a modern teahouse with good business in Binhai, known for its relaxing environment, tea service, and unique private rooms.

Today is a festival, and the teahouse owner specially invited a troupe of opera performers. The stage in the lobby on the first floor was bustling with music and singing.

Chu Zihang was still dressed like a model student, carrying an extra-long tennis bag and wearing sunglasses. Guided by the waiter, he arrived at a tea room on the second floor.

"Thank you." He politely thanked the young, beautiful waitress in her cheongsam, whose face was slightly flushed.

Their gaze fell upon the only girl in the room with dark red hair.

"No one's here yet?"

"It seems like there's a traffic jam."

Nuonuo casually ate sunflower seeds and then glanced behind Chu Zihang.

"Hey, why are you the only one here? Where's Lu Mingfei? Didn't he come?"

“Lu Mingfei…” Chu Zihang hesitated for about half a second.

He contacted Lu Mingfei yesterday, originally to ask about exercise, but there was a girl's voice on the other end of the phone. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be Su Xiaoqiang's voice. The two seemed to be playing a game, and they were both noisy and happy.

So he didn't bother them too much, since the soundproofing at the Peacock Mansion was pretty good anyway...

"They probably won't come," Chu Zihang said.

"Oh." Nono continued eating sunflower seeds, as if she had just casually expressed her concern, and then fell silent.

"busy?"

"No."

Chu Zihang calmly withdrew his gaze from her and placed the elongated tennis bag on the empty chair beside him.

Like Nono,
I listened quietly to the opera music coming from the first floor.

The opera being sung downstairs was of a very diverse style, with a hint of Qinqiang opera. Chu Zihang's mother was from Shaanxi, and he could tell a little of it from her accent.

The private room wasn't large, with two four-person tables: one a dining table and the other a mahjong table.

The usual price is around 200 yuan for 6 hours, which includes a set of tea and snacks. It's a good option for a few friends to get together and play mahjong or something.

A place of this caliber could certainly not be the venue for a gathering and discussion hosted by the Chen family.

Chu Zihang and Nuonuo were waiting for someone else.

About ten minutes later.

A series of crisp leather shoes rang out at the door, followed by a string of very polite thanks.

squeak-

A head with slicked-back hair poked its way in. Seeing the two people in the room, especially the girl with long, dark red hair, it chuckled and slipped through the half-open door.

Beneath his neat, thick black hair was a handsome face that could be described as gentle and refined. He wore a custom-made suit, a bow tie, and a long, rectangular musical instrument case hanging on his back, making him look like a musician.

Upon seeing the visitor, Nono immediately grabbed a peanut from the table and threw it at him.

"Zhou Minhao, where have you been?! You picked this place and you're 10 minutes late?!"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry."

The young man, like a monkey, reached out and caught the salted peanut, casually peeled off the shell, put the peanut in his mouth, and mumbled:
"Who knew the highway would be so congested? Once I got to Binhai, I rented a public bicycle and rode here. But it took me ages to find a parking spot, otherwise they would have taken my deposit."

"You fucking... you're a CEO, you don't care about this deposit."

Nuonuo gave a forced smile and then introduced him to Chu Zihang.

"This guy's name is Zhou Minhao, my elementary school classmate. He's not quite right in the head, a direct descendant of the Zhou family? Zhou Minhao, are you a direct descendant?"

"That bag belongs to the direct descendants!"

Zhou Minhao chuckled, showing no annoyance at Nuonuo's sarcastic remarks.

Nono was like this back in England. Even though he was a few years older, he was bullied before.

He apologized a few more times, then his eyes lit up. "Is this the current president of the Lionheart Society at Kassel College?"

"I am Chu Zihang." Chu Zihang nodded slightly.

"I've heard so much about you!" Zhou Minhao immediately came over and hurriedly extended his hands.

Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook hands with him.

The two shook hands briefly and then let go.

There were no clichéd probing steps; it was as if Zhou Minhao had simply long admired Chu Zihang.

but.

Chu Zihang's expression remained slightly stern.

The moment Zhou Minhao approached, he clearly felt the 'Murasame' hidden in the tennis bag beside him tremble slightly, as if it had been stimulated in some way.

If it wasn't Zhou Minhao, then it must be the music box behind him.

It probably doesn't contain any musical instruments...

Noticing Chu Zihang's gaze, Zhou Minhao smiled and said, "That's right, this is the 'Dragon-Slaying Platform'."

"The fact that Nuwa sent me with the Zhou family's token is a clear statement of her stance." Chu Zihang's eyes held a newfound seriousness.

It's not only because of the renowned 'alchemical weapon', the Ancient Blade Dragon-Slaying Platform, but also because of the name 'Nuwa'.

Sixty years ago, Angers, the principal of Kassel College, arrived in Japan alone. After that, the Sheqi Eight Families, which had been passed down for thousands of years, became the 'Kassel College Japan Branch'. However, thirty years ago, Angers came to China. The orthodox tradition remained the orthodox tradition, and the domestic branch had to start from scratch.

A large part of the reason lies with that mysterious head of the Zhou family.

This top powerhouse in the mixed-race world has always been a mystery to the world. No one knows what she looks like, let alone what she likes or dislikes. All that is known is that she is a woman.

What was Nuwa's attitude?

Nono also put away her usual nonchalant attitude and asked seriously.

“This is a very serious matter for you.” Zhou Minhao’s expression also turned serious.

"The goddess Nuwa attaches great importance to this..."

"Huh? So what did she say?"

"We attach great importance to it."

"I'm asking how exactly it was said?"

"I already said it, I really value it." Zhou Minhao looked puzzled.

"I……"

……

Meanwhile, a few blocks away.

Binhai Building.

Su Xiaoqiang pulled Lu Mingfei through various luxury stores.

"Although my dad may not care, you can't be too casual. Maybe some uncles and aunts from the company will be having dinner with us today. If you still wear those discounted clothes, not only will you get cold looks, but your first impression will also be worse, and it will be more difficult to get things done in the future, understand?"

Su Xiaoqiang kept muttering to herself as she pulled Lu Mingfei, who had changed into the clothes she had carefully chosen, to the mirror.

"Look for yourself, isn't it much better?"

Before Lu Mingfei could even express his opinion...

Su Xiaoqiang's eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a smile.

I didn't find it laughable, but rather I was satisfied.

Knowing that Lu Ming insisted on coming to dinner today, she specially dragged him along to buy a new outfit.

After his bloodline awakened, Lu Mingfei, just as Chu Zihang had said, began to slowly transform from an ugly duckling into a swan in terms of appearance.

Besides, he was already quite good-looking; he was just held back by his hunched back and sloppy hairstyle.

Before coming to the building to pick out clothes, Su Xiaoqiang first took him to get a haircut and eyebrows done, which helped him shed his nerdy image. In particular, his well-proportioned muscles, which were enough to make the clothes look fuller, gave him a true sense of 'youthfulness'.

“Sometimes I really think you’re my mom,” Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

Su Xiaoqiang turned her head away, clearly not having heard clearly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing..." Lu Mingfei quickly said, not daring to let her hear clearly, otherwise, given Su Xiaoqiang's personality, who knows what she might do.

However, Su Xiaoqiang didn't mind and instead thoughtfully straightened his collar.

"You look better in a suit when you're all dressed smartly. You've gotten better these past few days, but you still need to pay attention to your posture at all times, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

Lu Mingfei accepted Su Xiaoqiang's 'intermittent' tenderness.

In fact, Su Xiaoqiang did not know this.

Lu Mingfei stopped hunching over a long time ago.

He is reserved, and only occasionally appears in front of a few close friends.

Lu Mingfei was still too embarrassed to admit it, but in fact, he had already included Su Xiaoqiang in his 'one of his own' category.

"Alright, that's enough. No need to take them off anymore." Su Xiaoqiang clapped her hands to indicate that she had succeeded.

"Thank you, Little Fairy. How much is it? I'll go pay the bill," Lu Mingfei said.

"Why do I need you to pay the bill? Do you even have an SVIP card?" Su Xiaoqiang snorted. "You just need to carry the bags; we'll need to buy some gifts later."

"This is your first official visit to my home. Besides my dad, we also need to prepare gifts for Aunt Chen and Secretary Wang! There's quite a lot to buy!"

"Uh……"

Looking at Su Xiaoqiang, who seemed to have already immersed herself in a certain role,
Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Now that things have come to this, he really doesn't dare to tell her.

Yes, you're having dinner with your dad tonight.

but……

It might be a little different from what you think.

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