Chapter 292 Chu Tianjiao's Secret
The next morning, after Lu Mingfei and his companions had finished their breakfast, they were preparing to split up into two groups to search for him. Cheng Shuangfan, who had left first after landing, came to them and said that his hunting team would be assembled soon, and asked them if they wanted to join in the fun.
Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang naturally refused this. They were busy with work and had no time to play dragon hunting with him.
Chu Zihang did not tell his family that he had returned, so Lu Mingfei asked Xiao Su for help and asked her to get two cars.
It’s not Su Xiaoqiang, it’s Su Enxi.
It was also at this time that Lu Mingfei learned that Potato Chip Girl had actually acquired a local group - Media Asia Group.
He had never heard of it in his previous life, but in this life it is a well-known large enterprise.
Its scale is similar to that of the Black Prince Group and the Su Group, and it can be regarded as the leader of local heavy industry.
It is said that seven or eight years ago, the boss of Media Asia Group inherited his father's business and became the new helmsman. Young and arrogant, he made some cool moves, wanting to make the company bigger and stronger and create greater glory.
The result was the same as that of the famous owner of the Jiangnan Leather Factory, who absconded with the money.
Ps: I didn’t bring my sister-in-law with me.
At that time, because of his outrageous actions, the development projects of high-tech heavy industrial zones planned by the municipal government were once paralyzed. Fortunately, a sucker acquired the bankrupt and disintegrating Media Asia Group, and used his inhumane financial resources to forcibly support this hopeless person.
This was also a hot topic in the city a few years ago, but the new CEO of Media Asia Group did not make any big moves or do anything out of the ordinary. He did not even change his name. He has always been low-key in his life and actions, and has not caused any trouble.
Lu Mingfei was shocked when he heard the news: "My goodness, how old were you at that time? How dare you, a little brat, buy a bankrupt group? Aren't you afraid of losing money?"
Su Enxi on the other end of the phone sneered, "When I was six or seven years old, I was already a big shot in the gambling world. I've dealt with countless rich men. At the age of eight, I was the CEO of a company. Financial tycoons, investment tycoons, market giants, and Wall Street wolves are just the threshold to see me."
She said this lightly, as if she was stating a fact.
Lu Mingfei did not doubt it. After all, the Black Stone Mansion in Rehai was purchased by the other party eight years ago. The fact that she was able to mobilize such a huge amount of funds at that time clearly showed how outstanding her talent was.
“Then why did you think of acquiring Media Asia Group?” Lu Mingfei had no idea why Su Enxi made this move. Could it be that she wanted to provide a way out for “herself” who missed the chance to enter Kassel?
"I can't go to college and I can't slay dragons, so I can only be a social animal" or "The Reborn Beautiful Girl CEO Turns Out to Be My Brother's Henchman"?
There was silence for two seconds on the other end of the phone, and then he said nonchalantly, "The heavy industrial zone planned by the municipal government is in my hometown, so let's consider it as a benefit to my hometown."
Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "So we are from the same hometown, how come I didn't hear your accent?"
"I ran away from home when I was five to work in Las Vegas." Su Enxi said in a flat tone, revealing that she didn't want to talk any more.
After all, these days, if you don’t have some past that you can’t let go of, you’re not worthy of sitting at the same table with Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei stopped asking, "By the way, I left in a hurry and forgot to blow up the toilet in Chiyoda District. You can make the arrangements."
"Okay, I'll let Mai go later."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Zihang, who was driving, glanced over and obviously knew which toilet Lu Ming was going to blow up.
However, his focus was not this, but the Media Asia Group, which had business dealings with his stepfather's company.
He had been taken to a business party before, where he met the CEO of Media Asia Group, a man. He and his stepfather drank and chatted happily, and they had a very good relationship.
Is there any story behind this?
"Hey, there are so many coincidences in this world." Lu Mingfei said meaningfully, and then turned his head to look at Eiry who was sitting alone in the back row playing with her phone.
The internet-addicted girl was holding the couple-colored iPhone that Lu Mingfei bought for her last night and was messaging her brother who was across the ocean. A barely perceptible smile was on her pretty face and her eyes were sparkling.
Although she usually has little expression on her face, she has learned to use emoticons under Lu Mingfei's guidance.
The content of the chat with Yuan Zhisheng at this time is roughly as follows:
Gen Chisei: "This is Eri's first time in another country. How is it going? Are you able to adapt?"
Eri: "Happy! Sakura took me to the bar//＞＜//"
Yuan Zhisheng:?
Eri: "We sleep together at night//＞ v＜//"
Yuan Zhisheng:? !
Eri: "By the way, I ate something weird. It smelled stinky, but tasted kind of good. Oo"
"What are you talking about? Why are you so happy?" Lu Mingfei was curious. Last night, on her way home, the girl saw someone selling durian and insisted on buying one to try.
The result was that he soaked in the bathroom for more than half an hour before going to bed, and insisted that his room also smelled bad, so he ran over and snatched his bed, forcing him to squeeze with Lao Tang for the whole night.
Eri raised her head, her brows curved: "My brother said he would book a flight right now."
"Ah?" Lu Mingfei was a little surprised. "Why does this person do whatever he wants? Can he have some principles? If he changes his mind every day, he will become Yamcha."
Soon, the car arrived at a factory of the Black Prince Group and revealed their identities, saying that they were Chu Tianjiao's descendant and had come to deal with his belongings.
The security guard in charge of guarding the door called a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked at the three young boys and girls who were outstanding in appearance and well-dressed, and felt a little suspicious.
But after seeing Zihang's face clearly, he still let him open the door:
"You are Old Chu's child, right? Your name is Chu Zihang?"
Chu Zihang didn't expect that the other party actually recognized him, so he nodded and said, "Yes."
"Why did you come just now?" The middle-aged man looked at him, wanting to say something, but then shook his head and sighed, with a complicated look in his eyes. Perhaps he had already imagined in his mind a large-scale melodramatic TV series about the grievances and entanglements of wealthy families.
Lu Mingfei laughed and took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into the middle-aged man’s hand: “Those who understand will understand, and those who don’t understand won’t understand even if I tell you. Uncle, don’t ask. The interests involved are too great, and it won’t do you any good to tell you. I can only say that the water is deep, and all the information on the Internet has been deleted.”
The middle-aged man was amused by his series of moves, and the blame he had for Chu Zihang in his heart also dissipated. After all, what happened back then was indeed a bit complicated, and the news materials on the Internet were indeed deleted, so everyone was keeping it a secret.
"Old Chu's things are all kept in his room. No one has come to claim them over the years, and we haven't touched them." He put the cigarette in his pocket and led his people towards the dormitory building.
“Uncle, can you tell us about Uncle Chu’s past? We were only in junior high school at that time, and our family didn’t tell us about it.” Lu Mingfei began to get closer.
When the middle-aged man heard this, memories flashed in his eyes. He wanted to smoke the whole cigarette, but when he saw the girl the boy was holding, he held back:
"As for Lao Chu..." He scratched his sparse hair, "He has a good heart, is a very honest person, and never hesitates in his work.
I used to drive for my boss at the tax bureau, but later in order to earn more, I resigned and became a driver for our boss.
He doesn't have any bad habits, he just likes to drink a little and brag when he's drunk."
Glancing at Chu Zihang who was listening silently, the middle-aged man sighed inwardly, thinking of giving his old friend some impression points:
"He often told me how beautiful his wife, a dancer, was and how smart and handsome their son was. He said he felt sorry for them and that he left the house with nothing when they divorced and didn't leave anything valuable.
When they come to our place, they say that the boss pays them the highest salary and has the best car, so it’s very impressive to drive it out to pick up the kids from school.”
Chu Zihang listened in silence. These indeed sounded like words that man would say.
But the most expensive Maybach in the city appeared in front of the gate of Shilan Middle School very rarely, and the number could be counted on one hand.
Moreover, my mother never mentioned the child support that she promised to send on time every month.
"He doesn't have any hobbies. He drives when the boss needs him, and stays in the factory when he has nothing to do. I guess he wants to save money." The middle-aged man sighed:
"He used to talk a lot. He could talk for half an hour over a plate of braised large intestines, and he could talk about any number of topics. But later on, he became less talkative. I don't know what he was thinking when we were drinking together. Sometimes, he could only utter a few words after drinking a bottle of sweet potato."
Chu Zihang glanced at him and then looked away. That man always had a lot to say in front of him.
Lu Mingfei knew that Chu Tianjiao was a chatterbox. In his previous life, even Aunt Xiaoyan had to stay away from him when he started to talk too much.
As they were talking, the four of them arrived at the dormitory building.
The dormitory building is quite large and is almost full of people, but it is working time now and there are not many voices.
The middle-aged man went to the housing management office and took out a bunch of keys, then led them through the long corridor and down the stairs.
Lu Mingfei couldn't help but frown when he saw this: "Uncle Chu lives underground?"
"He had no place to live at the time, so my boss asked me to arrange it for him. But the dormitory building was full, and only the underground warehouse was vacant. He didn't mind and said he would live there." The middle-aged man nodded. "At the time, I thought it was just a temporary solution and he would move out when he found a house. I didn't expect him to live there for several years."
Coming to the second floor underground, a few lonely lights illuminate the dim corridor. The roar of the air-conditioning compressor can be heard echoing, and there is a subtle smell of kerosene in the air.
Huili frowned her beautiful eyebrows and grabbed the corner of Lu Mingfei's clothes. Apparently, the dirty and messy environment made her mysophobia go away, and she subconsciously resisted.
But he did not offer to leave.
"He has been living in such a place all these years?" Chu Zihang spoke up. He couldn't believe that the super executive who was praised as one of the top ten in the history of Kassel Academy had been staying in such a dirty and messy place for the past few years.
"Yes." The middle-aged man stopped in front of a rusty iron door. He picked up the key in the dim light, and his voice was full of helplessness:
"He is the boss's driver, not an employee of the factory. He doesn't have food and lodging provided. In order to save the little housing subsidy and accommodation fee, he just lives here."
"She said she wanted to save money so she could give you and your daughter-in-law a big red envelope when you get married."
Lu Mingfei & Chu Zihang: "..."
Sometimes, when people are speechless, they really are speechless.
If they didn’t know Chu Tianjiao’s true identity, they would definitely think that fatherly love is great and no further words are needed.
But Chu Tianjiao is a person who can dominate the world of mixed-bloods by relying on his martial arts skills. Even if his combat power is not important, he can get along well anywhere just by relying on his skills. He would never fall to such a state.
What does it mean to endure hardship without suffering?
That's it!
Father’s love is rich in flavor and does not need too much salt, as too much salt will easily choke your throat.
The door opened and the room was unexpectedly clean. There was a stale smell in the room that had not been cleaned for a long time, but the air was still fresher than the corridor outside.
The middle-aged man stood at the door and made room for him: "These are all things that Lao Chu bought himself. I'll find you a cart so it will be more convenient if you need to move anything."
"Thank you." Chu Zihang thanked him and then took the lead to step in.
Lu Mingfei watched the middle-aged man leave before leading Hui Liyi into the room and closing the door.
There wasn't much in the room, just a double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk with a chair, and a small refrigerator in the corner.
The walls were yellowed, the result of years of second-hand smoke. The cement floor was covered with a layer of dust, and clothes hangers were hung on several steel wires in the corners of the house.
The things in the room were neatly arranged, clothes, shoes and socks were not thrown around, and the bedding was folded and placed in the middle of the bed. It didn't look like a place where a man living alone lived at all.
"From this point of view alone, senior brother, you have indeed inherited Uncle Chu's love of cleanliness." Lu Mingfei has seen Chu Zihang's room, which is as tidy as this one.
Chu Zihang didn't say anything. He walked to the bedside table, picked up a photo on it and looked at it quietly.
It was a family photo, taken when he was four or five years old. His mother was as bright and beautiful as ever, and his father had a slicked-back hair and was hugging her shoulders, with an indescribably proud look on his face.
“Uncle Chu looks a bit dull in this attire.” Lu Mingfei poked his head out beside him, looking at the handsome man with a smug look on his face. He could only barely match him with the Uncle Chu in his memory who was always so radiant.
He wasn't supposed to be like this.
Chu Zihang said nothing. He put down the family photo and began to look for clues, but apart from magazines and some invoices, he found nothing.
Does that man just lie on the bed and read magazines when he has nothing to do?
He frowned, not believing that the residence of the man who dared to charge at God would be so simple.
Just as he turned around to look for clues again and analyze the clues left by the man, he met Lu Mingfei's eyes.
The latter raised his hand and pulled him aside, then raised his fingertips, and the iron bed, mattress and quilt all floated up under the traction of an invisible force and moved in the direction of Lu Mingfei's finger.
The cover was removed, revealing a secret door hidden under the bed.
This is a tightly assembled secret door, welded from iron sheets and iron frames, and equipped with a heavy iron lock.
Obviously, this is the real dark room where Chu Tianjiao hides the secret.
Chu Zihang leaned over and grabbed the iron chain. His golden eyes hidden by his beauty contact lenses flashed with a cold light, and then his palms became scorching hot. The extreme high temperature instantly burned the iron chain red.
With a slight twist, the iron lock broke and he opened the secret door.
In an instant, a chill came from the dark space below, bringing with it a sense of mystery and coldness.
Chu Zihang looked up at Lu Mingfei, their eyes met, and he nodded before jumping down, grabbing an iron rod in mid-air to reduce his momentum.
After landing, it was pitch black. He turned on the tactical flashlight, and instantly this secret space on the third underground floor became as bright as day.
“Boom!”
There was a slight sound behind him, and Lu Mingfei landed lightly on the ground with Hui Liyi in his arms.
Letting go of the curious girl, Lu Mingfei looked around, sighed slightly in his heart, walked up to and patted the shoulder of the boy who was standing there motionless, stood side by side with him and looked at the luxurious basement in front of them.
Directly in front of them is a handmade wooden wine cabinet. Each bottle of whiskey has an amber luster, and the year on the label shows that these are valuable collectible wines.
Next to the old phonograph, vinyl records are neatly stacked, and any one of them is a classic treasure that collectors are eager to get.
The cigar rack was filled with beautifully packaged cigars. The brand looked familiar, the same as the one Caesar smoked, all top-quality Cuban goods.
In the corner, several retro cameras and a full set of developing equipment are quietly placed. Against the wall are heavy fitness equipment that can only be seen in the gym. Any dumbbell starts at 100 kilograms.
In the center of the room is a soft and comfortable big bed with a sheepskin mattress and a first-level energy-saving air conditioner hanging on the wall.
No wonder the dormitories upstairs are so simple and tidy that they don’t look like anyone lives there. It turns out that the real enjoyment is here.
Chu Zihang looked at the luxurious and even extravagant facilities in the room with an expressionless face. He didn't know what to feel at the moment, but the middle-aged man's words just now kept echoing in his ears.
"She said she felt sorry for them. When they divorced, she left the house with nothing and didn't leave anything valuable."
"He just stays in the factory with nothing to do. I guess he wants to save all his money."
"Save money and give a big red envelope to you and your daughter-in-law when you get married."
Every word that had touched me just now now seemed like the most bitter irony.
He suddenly thought of the rental house where he had lived a long time ago, ever since he could remember.
It was a large single room, about the same size as this one. It didn't seem spacious enough for a family of three to live in. Even when the man carried him on his back while playing the horse riding game, he couldn't move freely.
But he was still very happy at that time. Although his home was small and messy, it was warm, cozy and happy. Even when he later moved into a big villa and had his own bedroom, he still couldn't stop missing it.
But why, why...
The coldness in Chu Zihang's eyes grew. He turned to look at the workbench on the other side. The wooden board of the workbench was nailed full of photos.
Judging from the shooting angle, they are basically candid shots. The protagonists of the photos are all the mother in her youth and the baby-faced him, but it can be seen that the center of the camera is always the bright and charming mother.
The man has excellent photography skills, and he makes my mother look like the heroine in a movie. Every photo shows her breathtaking beauty.
Unlike him, who always has a cold face and no extra expressions.
Occasionally a blurry male figure would enter the picture, but his face was always deliberately washed out.
Chu Zihang knew who that was, and a nameless anger surged in his heart.
If you mind someone taking your place and feel uncomfortable about it, why do you choose to give up? !
He walked closer and saw the date and time of the photo being taken marked in red on the corners, along with the words left by the man:
"This is the first year since you left me. You seem to be doing well, so I feel relieved."
It's fine, except that I sometimes wake up crying in the middle of the night.
"It's the second year. Please, don't look so haggard."
It would be strange if you didn’t look haggard after drinking until midnight.
"In the third year, you gained weight, but you looked good."
I've begun to forget you.
"In the fourth year, I have less time to think about you."
…
“In the fifth year, it continues to decrease.”
…
"Sixth year, but I still miss you."
(End of this chapter)
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