Chapter 55 Mr. Zhang Doesn't Understand

The test results were neither good nor bad. The attending physician carefully examined all the test reports and finally sighed.

"The residue is very serious?" Lu Xiwen frowned.

The attending physician shook his head: "No, it's just that Mr. Pei's physical condition needs improvement."

"Um?"

"To put it nicely, you're in a sub-healthy state; to put it bluntly, your health indicators are not up to standard." The doctor earnestly advised, "It's understandable that young people are focused on their careers, but don't push yourselves too hard."

When the doctor saw Pei Wu's straight back and meticulous manner, he thought she was a workaholic.

Pei Wu seemed to be deep in thought. It had nothing to do with whether or not they were fighting. This symptom had lasted for more than half a month and was caused by the sequelae of differentiation.

Once he figured that out, he stopped worrying about it. But when he turned around, he found Lu Xiwen staring intently at him.

As the two emerged from the hospital, Pei Wu spoke up, "What do you want to say?"

Lu Xiwen boldly put his arm around his shoulder and leaned closer to ask, "What do you think of pampered rich wives?"

"..."

Pei Wu stood still, expressionless: "I have no opinion. I only know that as long as a person is alive, they will experience birth, aging, sickness and pain. Instead of letting me lie down, you might as well dig a hole and bury me right now."

After Pei Wu finished speaking, she shook off Lu Xiwen's hand and started to walk away. Lu Xiwen quickly chased after her, saying, "Don't be angry. I was just asking. I know our Assistant Pei has ideals and ambitions."

Pei Wu gestured for Lu Xiwen to get in the car quickly, and then drove to the company.

Kuang Junmeng suggested that as many people as possible go to the farm to make it more lively, so Lu Xiwen invited Lan Zhe, and Lan's assistant readily agreed.

Saturday morning, cloudy.

Lan Zhe drove to pick her up and wasn't surprised to see Pei Wu at Yunlu Bay.

Pei Wu wanted to say something when she met Lan Zhe's meaningful gaze.

“Lan Zhe…”

"No need to say anything," Lan Zhe gestured for a pause, "I understand."

Pei Wu: "..."

Lu Xiwen pushed open the door. "Lan Zhe, come and help."

Three huge suitcases. Even though President Lu has been caught up in the ups and downs of love lately, it hasn't stopped him from being a perfectionist. He doesn't show it to others, but Kuang Junmeng is no ordinary person, so Lu Xiwen naturally became critical. He was worried that Kuang Junmeng was too careless and wouldn't be able to keep things clean, and he was also worried that the place was close to the Fulian Mountains and there would be a lot of mosquitoes, snakes and ants.

After all, before Kuang Junmeng acquired that farm, a python shed its skin, causing the ceiling to collapse under its weight. Guests were dining at the time, and the python fell directly from above, making the scene incredibly shocking.

It took an hour and a half to drive there. Along the way, Kuang Junmeng made five phone calls to urge him on. Finally, Lu Xiwen said, "Wait until I get there and shut you up," and the other end finally quieted down.

The farm has been expanded, with more than forty rooms of various sizes. The main building was reserved for Lu Xiwen and his group to choose from first, while those who were not so close went to the side buildings on both sides.

At 11 a.m., after driving through the last stretch of dirt road, the greenery connecting the foot of the mountains suddenly came into view. A long wind swept down the ridge, creating a long whistling sound. The grass bent over in one direction, and when it was over, the flowers and grass straightened up again, swaying peacefully.

High mountains and blue skies, a magnificent landscape that instantly broadens one's mind.

Kuang Junmeng was having a barbecue in the open space in front of the main building, with a group of people supporting him. Pei Wu got out of the car and saw several familiar faces. Guan Yan waved to him. President Zhang had really arrived and was gnawing on a pig's trotter.

Pei Wu subconsciously walked towards Guan Yan, but Lu Xiwen grabbed her arm, "Where are you going? Stay with me."

Thinking that something might be wrong with him, Pei Wu didn't refuse.

Guan Yan rolled her eyes elegantly, "You stingy guy."

Kuang Junmeng was fanning himself vigorously with a fan when he saw them and said with great interest, "We've been waiting for you. Come and try my cooking."

Lu Xiwen: "You can tell the difference between salt and arsenic, can't you?"

Kuang Junmeng: "...You son of a bitch."

Five minutes after sitting down, I tasted Kuang Junmeng's cooking. It was just average; there wasn't enough salt, and the spices weren't well-balanced.

As expected, Lu Xiwen took one bite and put it down. If it weren't for Kuang Junmeng's warning look, he would have spat out the poison.

Pei Wu took off her coat and took over Kuang Junmeng's work.

If it were anyone else, Kuang Junmeng would definitely say, "Are you looking down on me?" But Pei Zhu is different; he's heard that Pei Zhu's skills are extraordinary.

In early spring, Pei Wu wore a thin wool inner layer with a low neckline in white. Since she was out having fun, she didn't use hair gel in her hair, and her hair was loose. Bathed in sunlight, she looked exceptionally gentle, and anyone who looked at her would be stunned. Not to mention her slim waist and long legs, words like "pleasing to the eye" are not enough to describe her.

Lu Xiwen sat next to General Manager Zhang, his eyes scanning the area quickly like a sharp radar, and Guan Yan was the one he disliked the most.

"What are your instructions, Mr. Lu?" Mr. Zhang asked cautiously.

Lu Xiwen: "The development of Jiguang Island should be on the agenda by July at the latest. Please put a lot of effort into the hotel construction. It should be artistic and stylish. Jiguang Island faces Honghai, right? It should be breezy, but not too strong. It should be convenient for watching the sunrise and sunset. Oh, and it would be best to develop couple rooms and honeymoon rooms. The colors should be warm and cozy, but not too childish. Do you understand?"

Mr. Zhang: "..." I don't understand.

Lu Xiwen: "Yes, send me a separate copy of the drawings."

If Lu Xiwen hadn't been sitting right in front of him, Mr. Zhang would have really started yelling. "Your demands are pretty high, aren't they? Wanting this and that, do you even know how expensive land is? Shouldn't we conduct an on-site inspection for things like orientation?" Besides, Mr. Lu is usually very concise; why is he suddenly bringing this up? Mr. Zhang tossed between thinking about the content and the urge to slap him, finally asking, "If I sent you the drawings separately, would you be able to read them?"

Lu Xiwen said, "Can't you just learn it by doing?"

Mr. Zhang: "..."

Ah, right, right, top-notch, awesome. He was wondering why Boss Lu suddenly called him here. Turns out it was a whim, and he was going to take it seriously and force the client to come.

Of course, Mr. Zhang only thought these things to himself. "I'll have someone go up to Jiguang Island and take a look."

"no problem."

Meanwhile, Pei Wu's meat was ready. Kuang Junmeng led the scramble to grab it, and Pei Wu, quick as a flash, grabbed a few skewers and walked toward Lu Xiwen.

To Zhang's surprise, he saw Lu smile. It wasn't a cold smile or a mocking smile, but a genuine smile from the heart, as if he was particularly happy to be fed. He even added a few proud words: "Only you can make something edible."

Pei Wu: "I see some chilled pear juice, would you like some?"

"I'll go get it, you wait here." Lu Xiwen handed the skewers back to him, then pulled Pei Wu to sit down and got up to go to the place where the pear juice was kept.

Mr. Zhang felt the CPU was overheating.

He glanced at Lu Xiwen as he walked away, then at Pei Wu, and suddenly leaned back slightly.

Pei Wu: "?"

Without saying a word, Mr. Zhang carried his small stool to find Lan Zhe.

That's why you say Mr. Zhang is a smart man.

"Assistant Lan."

Lan Zhe turned his head, his expression recently becoming enigmatic with a faint smile. "Mr. Zhang, is there something you need?"

Mr. Zhang looked suspicious. "Mr. Lu and Assistant Pei have been getting along quite well lately, haven't they?"

Lan Zhe narrowed his eyes, revealing a spontaneous sense of pleasure. He then handed a bottle of cocktail to President Zhang, took one for himself, and clinked glasses lightly.

Mr. Zhang was shocked. Holy crap, it really is true!