Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

Upon hearing the name, Martin's hand, which was holding the coffee cup, froze in mid-air.

On Wall Street, the name "Morgan" is a calling card in itself.

It is the founding lineage of JP Morgan, a living fossil of American financial history, and one of the few families that, after more than a century, still retains real influence at the top of American industrial capital and political power.

Victor Morgan is the current patriarch of the Morgan family.

"Mr. Victor Morgan," Martin involuntarily sat up straight, his tone more respectful than during any of his previous phone calls, "is there anything you need me to convey to Mr. Lu?"

"There are indeed some things I'd like to discuss with him in person. Of course, I know Mr. Lu's time is very valuable, so I just wanted to confirm with you first whether it would be convenient for me to offer this opportunity." Victor's words were very polite, but behind the politeness was an undeniable certainty.

"Understood. I will pass on your request to Mr. Lu, and he will decide whether to arrange a meeting."

"Okay, thank you very much." Victor then hung up the phone.

……

Victoria Peak, Hong Kong Island.

The morning sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin, long golden band across the carpet.

Lu Chen opened his eyes. Ruan Mei was still asleep beside him, breathing very lightly. He pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, put on a bathrobe, and walked out of the bedroom to the children's room at the end of the corridor.

He quietly pushed open the door and saw Cola and Sprite, two big dogs, lazily lying on the thick mat under Lu Qian's bed. Perhaps because he had watched them grow up, these two were exceptionally close to Lu Qian. Even though there was a room prepared for them downstairs, they preferred to drag their mats to Lu Qian.

Upon hearing footsteps, Cola's ears perked up, then its head sprang off the mat. Seeing Lu Chen, it rested its chin back on the mat and flicked its tail twice on the floor, as if to say hello. Sprite, on the other hand, had already smelled the approaching scent, so it only opened one eye to peek before closing it again.

Lu Chen squatted down, smiled, and rubbed the two silly dog's fluffy ears. Then he got up, walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently patted his son's arm.

Little Lu Qian's face was buried in the pillow, his two chubby little legs were dangling crookedly outside the blanket, and there was a small patch of dried drool around his mouth.

"Qianzi, wake up, you have school today."

"...Five minutes," Lu Qian muttered, burying his face half an inch deeper into the pillow.

"You said five minutes last time, but you ended up sleeping for half an hour."

"Last time is last time, this time is this time." Xiao Luqian's voice was muffled by the pillow.

Lu Chen chuckled and shook his head, then simply reached out and scooped the little guy out of the blankets, hoisting him onto his shoulder. Little Lu Qian kicked twice in vain, but ultimately wisely gave up struggling.

Upon seeing this, Cola immediately sprang up from the mat, its tail wagging like a helicopter propeller, and trotted downstairs after Lu Chen. Sprite yawned, stood up, elegantly shook its fur, and slowly followed at the very back.

A few minutes later, two figures, one tall and one short, sat down at the dining table.

Since it was Monday, most of the Lu family members had to get up early for their shifts. Laura was already sitting at the dining table, a cup of black coffee in front of her, flipping through an architecture magazine. He Min and Lai Di had also finished eating and cleared away the dishes. Qiu Di didn't have to film today, so she was still sleeping in upstairs.

As for Coke and Sprite, they had long been lying under the table, eagerly waiting for Lu Qian to "accidentally" drop some meat scraps on the floor.

Little Lu Qian was fully awake, his legs swinging back and forth on the chair, half a slice of toast stuffed in his mouth, as he mumbled to Lu Chen about his "heroic deeds" at kindergarten yesterday.

"Dad, let me tell you something. Yesterday, that chubby boy Jiahao in kindergarten was really mean. He snatched Jiajia's strawberry cake, and Jiajia cried so hard."

"And then?" Lu Chen picked up a fried dumpling and took a bite.

"Then I just walked over," Xiao Luqian swallowed his toast and gestured with his fork in the air. "I said, why did you steal someone else's things? Didn't your mother teach you that?"

"What did he say?"

"He was so fierce! He didn't say a word, he just swung his fists at me, trying to punch me! So I did what Uncle Sheng always taught me," Xiao Luqian recounted yesterday's scene with exaggerated gestures, "I just gave him an over-the-shoulder throw! He just collapsed there with a thud!"

Upon hearing Lu Qian's "feat," Laura raised an eyebrow, put down her magazine, and looked over; Lai Di paused slightly with her chopsticks; He Min also looked up in surprise, with half a sweet egg tart still in her mouth.

"But don't worry, Dad, the little fat boy fell on the mat and didn't hurt himself at all. He just cried really loudly." Xiao Luqian sat back down in his chair, picked up a golden-brown fried egg with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling indistinctly, "Later, the teacher came over and asked what happened. I told him that he bullied a girl and didn't apologize or hit her. The little fat boy cried so hard that he couldn't even speak. In the end, he obediently apologized to me and Jiajia."

"How's that girl?"

"Don't cry, she even gave me a White Rabbit milk candy. I didn't want it, but she insisted. So I ate it, and it was pretty good."

Lu Chen took a sip of soy milk, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He wasn't worried about his son being bullied at kindergarten. Putting aside the fact that almost all the teachers at the kindergarten knew about Lu Qian's background, just look at Lu Qian's small physique—a four-year-old child who looked like a six-year-old, with muscles on his arms and legs as firm as a calf.

Tian Yangsheng started teaching him basic self-defense moves last year, and Long Juanfeng even came to teach him breathing techniques. Let alone the chubby little boy in kindergarten, even someone two years older than him might not be able to beat him.

"Well done," Lu Chen pinched his chubby little face, his eyes full of affection. "I'll reward you with an extra dessert tonight."

"yeah!"

Just then, Ba Wanghua walked over with a phone in her hand.

"Honey, it's Martin on the phone."

Lu Chen took the microphone and casually picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Lu, there's something I need to report to you," Martin's voice came from New York across the Pacific Ocean. Twelve thousand kilometers away, his voice was a little distorted. "This afternoon, Victor Morgan, the current patriarch of the Morgan family, called me personally. He wants to meet with you and talk in person."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Lu Chen leaned back in his chair and folded the napkin, placing it on the table.

"I'll be going to New York next month, please make an appointment for me then."

"Understood," Martin paused, then added, "Lu, the Morgan family never seeks people out; they only make others come to them... You should understand what that means."

"I know," Lu Chen said and hung up the phone.

"Dad, are you going to America next month?" Xiao Luqian looked up from the plate of fried eggs.

"Um."

"Could you bring me one of those—" He made a square shape in the air with his fork, "You know, that one, the Mickey Mouse castle I saw on TV last time—Lego! Lego castle!"

"It depends on your performance."

"I helped the girls chase away the chubby boy yesterday, wasn't that good enough?" Little Lu Qian puffed out his chest and asked confidently.

"Okay, okay," Lu Chen chuckled, "I'll bring it back for you later."

"Yay!" Little Lu Qian excitedly raised his little hand, but accidentally dropped a purple grape on the ground.

Outside the window, the morning light from Victoria Peak had just begun to spill over the treetops, and the surface of Victoria Harbour was bathed in a flowing silvery-white glow.

The grape rolled around on the hardwood floor to the corner of the wall. Cola excitedly stood up to chase after it, but Sprite grabbed it with a paw and then swallowed it expressionlessly.