Chapter 163 163 Lu Xuan: Cat is acting like a spoiled child

In the lounge.

"Knock-knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

As soon as the words fell, Karl pushed the door open and walked in. He half bowed respectfully to Lu Xuan, "Master."

Lu Xuan couldn't help but frown. He asked, "Karl, why are you here?"

Karl didn't respond directly to his words, but instead reminded him: "Master, can you come out for a moment?"

Pei Maomao opened her eyes wide with curiosity and looked towards the door, looking like a curious cat. Seeing Karl's hesitant look, Lu Xuan pressed his big hand on Pei Qi's head.

"good."

Seeing this, Pei Qi instinctively grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Lu Xuan's lips curled up into a teasing smile. "Can't bear to leave? I'll be back soon."

Pei Maomao frowned and said seriously, "You have to come back on time. The next game is about to start. You can't delay me from making three million!"

"I understand." Lu Xuan said with a smile.

As soon as Lu Xuan stepped out of the door, the smile on his face fell off his face. He looked at Karl indifferently and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing this, Karl hurriedly said, "The master is here, and asked me to invite you over."

Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Why is he here? When did he become so concerned about my affairs?"

Karl curled his lips. "Don't say anything. I can see that the master is in a bad mood. You'll meet him later, so don't argue with him. Otherwise, you'll really light a powder keg!"

"knew."

Bruno did come.

However, he did not go to the audience seats, but went to the VIP room arranged by the program team.

When the two met, Lu Xuan seemed to become an obedient subordinate with a low brow. Bruno glanced at him and asked, "Are you here?"

"Um."

Bruno scoffed and said, "I thought you were having so much fun out there that you probably didn't even know your last name."

Lu Xuan: “…”

Lu Xuan wasn't a pushover. Seeing Bruno's ill-intentioned approach, he immediately dropped his submissive demeanor and retorted without hesitation, "Just tell me what you want, or I'll have to act out some kind of family drama. You know, I'm not a good actor, so I can't pull off the effect you're looking for!"

Carl: “!!!!”

At that moment, Carl just wanted to crawl into the crack of the ground and try his best to reduce his presence. He didn't even dare to breathe.

Seeing that Carl was about to become a quail, Bruno waved his hand generously and said, "Carl, you go down first. We have something to discuss here."

Hearing this, Karl's heart finally relaxed, and he left the depressing room feeling relieved.

Seeing Bruno send the "outsider" away, Lu Xuan immediately got straight to the point and said, "Since the bystanders have been sent away, just tell me what you want to say."

Bruno repeatedly turned the ring on his middle finger and whispered, "The next game is the final, right?"

"Well, is there something wrong?" Lu Xuan stared at him.

"Then please lose the next game no matter what." Bruno chuckled.

Lu Xuan's body stiffened, his spine tensed. He laughed in anger, "You mean, you're going to make me fix the next match? Dare I ask why I would fix the match? Why would I refuse the championship title? Why would my teammates and I give up the prize money that's so within our grasp?"

Bruno looked down at him, the pressure of a man in power suffocating him for a moment. "Don't think I don't know. You've been investigating the disaster relief funds for Lingnan Star for a while now. You've overstepped your bounds. Who could have hidden your little tricks from? This matter has been here for years. Has anyone ever taken it seriously? Why did you have to expose it? Why did you have to squeeze this abscess? Do you think you'll get anything good out of being the first to speak out?"

"Why do you think I came here in person? How many of the leaves on this vine are clean? Do you realize you're leading a bunch of children to play with fire and get burned? History has its inevitability. People keep repeating the same mistakes in history, and they never change. It's books that have corrupted you, making you think the world is only black and white. No, this world is not only black and white, but also gray. You pick things out, but what can you change? In this gray and cold world, if you are the first to light a torch, all the cold darkness will pounce on you, all the sharp arrows will be shot at you. I asked you to retreat in time to protect you!"

Lu Xuan frowned and stared at Bruno indifferently. "I just did what I was supposed to do. I don't understand what you're talking about. Bruno, are you making these high-sounding statements for me? Or for yourself? Or for the reputation of the Caster family?"

Bruno, exposed, wasn't the least bit annoyed. He simply replied coldly, "Caesar, you must understand your own identity. You are the pride of our Castor family, our Castor hope. You shoulder the future of our Castor family. If you take one more step forward, you will be doomed. Everyone is silent, everyone is silent, but you are the only one who speaks the truth, the only one who bursts this bubble of lies. Do you know how painful a price you will pay?"

Bruno said with a mocking smile, "Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring eternal peace? How can you take the words of the sages seriously? If you dare to do so, you will be sending your entire family to the guillotine. Why did I allow you to join the army? To grind away the bookish air in you and teach you that pragmatism is the only way!"

I have to say that Bruno is indeed an excellent politician. As soon as he arrived, he broke down the matter and gradually analyzed the pros and cons to Lu Xuan.

He wanted Lu Xuan to know the pros and cons and understand the gains and losses.

Lu Xuan's azure eyes were fixed on the ground, his lips were tightly pursed, and he said nothing. The image of the dirty kitten flashed through his mind.

"Feel sorry."

Lu Xuan put down his words and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Bruno grabbed his wrist without hesitation, his blue eyes reflecting a cold glint. He said firmly, "Do you think you're the only one who knows about this? How many media outlets are keeping this secret? How many media outlets have been silenced? How many people are refusing to speak out! You're bringing disaster upon your entire family. This matter cannot be reported. This must stop here!"

"Do you think you can shake that mountain? It's a chain of profiteering twisted into a rope! Beneath this peaceful and prosperous era, hidden minions and the greedy faces of vampires are everywhere. I tell you, you can't climb up this path without being wicked. Do I need to teach you the principle of being one with the light?"

"For example, have you seen Heijiang? Heijiang claims to be a leading creative center, but where do you think their money comes from? Have you seen the little pinks who started them? They kicked the original founders off the public fundraising website and changed the nature of the website. They took the public fundraising money but opened their own company. The couple talked about dreams, but in reality, they were all about business. The unfair contract was under the guise of authorization, but in fact it was a shady contract that took away the creators' copyright. Look at their condescending faces. Do you think they are being false when they call creators textile workers? Greed is their true nature. They do everything they can to squeeze people's surplus value. Do you know how many copyright cases they have filed? These things are just kept secret. This is how they actively create a cognitive gap."

"Do you think they maliciously maintain an anonymous website for communication? If it's for communication, why do they need to be anonymous? Anonymity facilitates criticism, it facilitates fabricating false information, it divides the creator community. The more divided they are, the less they can unite. Why are readers becoming increasingly angry? That's what they're gradually guiding. Only when readers become increasingly angry will their attacks on creators cease. That way, the two sides won't become one another's ally, allowing suspicion and dissatisfaction to spread. Only then can that cunning couple profit from the situation."

Bruno sneered, the mockery in his eyes evident. "A small website can still have so many evil things going on. Do you think exposing that profit chain is worthwhile? The moment you expose it, you'll become a sacrifice!"