Qi Xiaozhu said, "Our group from Mingjiu came together because of this original aspiration. Ancient costumes are a national treasure. Other countries are trying to copy them. We must not lose them, otherwise they will belong to others."

Lin Yusheng smiled and nodded in agreement.

She asked, "If I share the same goals as you, can I join Mingjiu?"

Qi Xiaozhu was even more shocked, her eyes wide open.

"If I were to join Mingjiu, I would invest five million yuan for your design and production, and I would handle all the publicity. You don't need to worry about it, how about it?"

Qi Xiaozhu found it unbelievable and was speechless for a moment.

Lin Yusheng wasn't in a hurry and waited quietly for her answer.

"But we may not succeed. If we fail, you will suffer great losses."

Lin Yusheng chuckled, “When doing business, you must have confidence. You can’t give up before you’ve even started. I have money, so you can do it with confidence, as long as you let me be a shareholder.”

“This is not charity; I will also collect profits from it in the future.”

Lin Yusheng spoke these words earnestly, which gradually convinced Qi Xiaozhu that what she said was true.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I knew I didn't follow the wrong person."

Lin Yusheng's decision was like bringing rain to parched land.

Lin Yusheng chuckled, "Go back and discuss it with your friends. If they agree, give me a call. I'll talk to the people at Qingcheng about it, but I suspect they won't refuse."

When Lin Yusheng went to Qingcheng for an endorsement, she happened to see that Anxi's design drafts included ancient costume designs.

It's clear that Qingcheng also has ideas about entering the historical drama genre.

Anqi will most likely readily agree to cooperate with Mingjiu.

Because there are many modern fashion designers in the world of "Allure," but as far as Lin Yusheng knows, there are no more than three ancient fashion designers, and even An Qi is only a mediocre one.

After saying goodbye to Qi Xiaozhu, Lin Yusheng called Qingcheng.

Anxi immediately agreed to meet and talk about it.

...

On the other side, at the Lu residence.

As soon as Lu Zhengye returned, he was told by the servants to go to the ancestral hall.

Inside the ancestral hall, a whip soaked in salt water lashed Lu Zechuan's back, leaving it raw and bleeding.

When Lu Zhengye was subjected to family discipline during the Chen Miao incident, he silently endured it all.

However, Lu Zechuan's tolerance was noticeably weaker.

He knelt on the ground, in so much pain he couldn't straighten his back.

He didn't even know Lu Zhengye had arrived; he just kept admitting his mistakes and begging for forgiveness.

Lu Jing sat expressionlessly on the high seat.

Lu Jiwen also sat in the chair, clutching his chest. His face was pale, and his chest was rising and falling noticeably, indicating that he was quite angry.

Xie Yuqiong knelt beside Lu Jiwen, crying and making a scene.

"Husband, Dad, Zechuan knows he was wrong. If this continues, he'll die."

Lu Jing sneered, "If a man of the Lu family can't even withstand a few lashes, then let him die. Doing such a thing is a disgrace to the Lu family, which has been around for centuries."

He slammed his cane on the floor a few times.

"When Ono was being disciplined by the family before, he didn't utter a sound. He is a descendant of the Lu family, and Ono is also a descendant of the Lu family. Is the difference really that big?"

As soon as Lu Jing spoke, Lu Zechuan stopped howling.

He bit his lip hard, his mind filled with thoughts of not losing to Lu Zhengye.

Xie Yuqiong was still crying, "How can Zechuan compare to this bastard..."

With a "smack," Lu Jiwen, unable to bear it any longer, slapped Xie Yuqiong hard.

Xie Yuqiong stood there, dumbfounded, her face filled with disbelief.

Lu Jiwen roared, "Lu Zhengye is my son! How dare you call him a bastard? What am I then?"

Xie Yuqiong realized she had said the wrong thing and dared not utter another sound, only sobbing.

Lu Zhengye looked coldly at Lu Zechuan, whose face was contorted with pain.

Xie Yuqiong hated that look in his eyes the most. Her son was clearly the rightful heir of the Lu family, so why did he have the right to do that?

"Lu Zhengye, was it you who did this?"

Lu Zhengye scoffed, "Grandpa, if you called me back just because of some idiot's slander, then don't call me next time. I didn't really want to come back anyway."

Lu Jingchong said sternly to Xie Yuqiong, "Shut up! This has nothing to do with Xiao Ye. It's your good son who's stupid. He did something outrageous and left so much evidence against him."

Lu Zhengye gave a cold laugh without showing any emotion.

Lu Jing's focus wasn't on doing despicable things, but on leaving behind so much leverage.

The Lu family is truly hypocritical and disgusting.

The family rules have been enforced.

Lu Zechuan lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud.

Lu Jiwen coldly rebuked him, "Kneel down properly. You kneel for as long as Zheng Ye knelt last time."

Lu Zechuan dared not utter a sound, and gritted his teeth as he knelt down.

"Ono," Lu Jing called out.

Lu Zhengye looked at him, gesturing for him to speak.

"How do you think this matter should be handled?"

Lu Zhengye did not answer immediately, but instead asked, "Is there no one left in the Lu family?"

Everyone looked at him.

Lu Zhengye smiled faintly, "Wouldn't it be better to just change the CEO?"

Without the dynasty, Lu Zechuan would either become a worker for the Lu family or an unemployed vagrant, and it would be extremely difficult for him to compete for the position of Lu family heir again.

Xie Yuqiong glared at him angrily, "Lu Zhengye, what do you mean?"

"Isn't this the best and simplest solution?"

Lu Zhengye looked at Lu Zechuan with disdain, "As long as he is in the Dynasty, the Dynasty will never be able to turn things around, and the Lu family will be scorned by everyone."

Lu Jing did not immediately deny Lu Zhengye's suggestion, but asked, "Then who do you think is suitable to take over the dynasty?"

Xie Yuqiong was anxious, "Dad..."

"Shut up!" Lu Jing slammed his hand on the table, his eyes filled with warning.

"I don't know, I don't know anyone else in the Lu family."

Lu Jing's tone softened a bit as he asked, "Would you like me to take over?"

Lu Zhengye sneered, "I don't want to. Don't get my steamer dirty."

Lu Zhengye's tone was full of disdain.

Lu Zechuan's hand suddenly clenched.

Lu Jiwen was displeased with Lu Zhengye's way of speaking, "What are you saying? The Dynasty also belongs to the Lu family. You and Zechuan are brothers. Even if he did something wrong, you should help him."

"I refuse." Lu Zhengye showed no respect to Lu Jiwen.

“When I was just a lump of mud back then, you didn’t say that.”

Lu Zhengye sneered, "You said that if I encounter difficulties, I should find my own solutions, and the Lu family will not help me with anything anymore. Didn't you say that?"

Lu Jing and Lu Jiwen both felt somewhat embarrassed by Lu Zhengye's questioning tone.

Lu Zhengye found it utterly ridiculous. "I, an ignorant person, cannot help Young Master Lu, a graduate of a prestigious university. Please, Grandpa, find someone else."

Lu Zechuan usually liked to mock Lu Zhengye like this, and now Lu Zhengye was using the same phrase to retort to him.