Nan Nan Lu Wei is Shen Jiannan.
She trusted and admired Master Lu very much. Knowing that she was on the list of winners or the Peach Blossom Charm, she hand-sewed a protective cover in advance. Yesterday, she almost watched the delivery with her phone. When the courier's call rang, she answered it immediately and hurried downstairs to pick up the package.
It's a mail bag.
Shen Jianan took it back with both hands, washed and disinfected his hands before reverently opening it and placing the peach blossom charm, folded into a triangle, into a small, sewn pouch dangling from a pink crystal bead. The next day at work, he beamed, greeting everyone with a smile. At noon, a senior who had joined the company a level ahead of him suggested they go out for lunch.
She and her senior were in the same school and studied the same major. Her senior had excellent academic performance and learned everything quickly. At the freshman welcome party that year, a beam of light hit the center of the stage and her senior was playing the saxophone. As soon as the song ended, Shen Jiannan was hooked.
When Shen Jiannan submitted his resume for his graduation internship, he deliberately applied to his senior's company.
But after joining the company, the two didn’t have much interaction. The senior brother was very busy and worked overtime all day.
Shen Jiannan never expected that her idol brother would confess to her! She was stunned and blurted out, "Why would you think of telling me this? I, I thought you couldn't see me, after all, you are so outstanding."
"Because you seem to be in a good mood today, and your smile gives me courage."
I was in a good mood because I won Master Lu’s prize, which swept away the bad luck of encountering ghosts before. I was holding the peach blossom talisman and had some expectations, but I didn’t expect that my dream would come true so soon.
"Junior Sister Shen Jianan, every time you secretly glance at me with your burning gaze, it would be strange if I didn't see it. It's just that I hesitated before, afraid that I couldn't give you happiness."
Shen Jianan knew why. His senior's family was in dire straits. His father was seriously ill, and they'd spent all their savings. I heard they'd even sold their house. His senior, despite his academic prowess and good looks, had many admirers, but he consistently rejected them. He dedicated all his time during college to studying and earning money.
"I can also bring happiness to my senior brother."
Because netizens questioned whether she was Master Lu's "agent", Shen Jiannan explained the details. Unexpectedly, some people focused on her, telling her not to marry a Phoenix man, and to be careful because her senior brother might kick her out when he becomes successful.
[Emmm, this story is so melodramatic! Will there be another TV series where you get cheated by your senior brother and Master Lu uses his talisman to help you get justice? You, the "shill," are still recyclable! 666]
[It sounds so real. What era is this?! I bet street swindlers will be selling talisman paper from now on.]
[Everyone who clicked into Nan Nan Lu Wei's story discovered that he was saved by Master Lu after encountering a ghost before, so is the story line of the liar so complete now? ]
Of course, there are also some naive people who are tempted and would really like to buy one to try if the talisman paper is not expensive. However, these netizens were ridiculed by the army of road-judging scammers and their IQs were ridiculed. They also said that the scammers’ tails were exposed. He is just a talisman seller. Let alone thirty or thirty hundred, he doesn’t even want thirty cents!
Shen Jiannan was of course angry when he saw netizens' comments questioning Master Lu, but he was not afraid, so he rolled up his sleeves and got to work, charging forward with all his might.
From the beginning, everyone was against Lu, but after Zhou Jianmin's revelations, a small number of netizens were hesitant and skeptical. Some people watched Lu Cijiu's two videos over and over again, and some people said: "Is the big bed in Lu Cijiu's yard made of jade? It looks like..."
Then he was sprayed to pieces.
Do the scammers still want to screw with the rich second generation persona? They are already selling talisman paper, but what about jade beds? They are just colored stones.
The online argument was a raging one, and it also brought Lu Cijiu a wave of fans. In just a few days, he became an 18th-tier internet celebrity with 80,000 followers, a very active and argumentative personality.
However, Internet celebrity Lu was in no mood to argue with netizens. He was currently smoothing the fur of his eldest son.
Gong Xichao was furious, pacing around the yard, staring coldly at Lu Biu. He didn't look as cold and arrogant as he looked.
The character is completely destroyed.
Lu Cijiu wondered why Boss Diao came up with the word "beautiful" when he first met him.
What is so beautiful about elementary school sculptures?
After losing an argument, he throws a tantrum and tries to pick a fight with his parents. If they refuse, he throws a tantrum and rolls around. How is that beautiful?
Ahem, of course Mr. Diao hasn’t rolled over yet, he just keeps walking.
"Brother Gong, please be magnanimous and don't bother with that person. They are just people who have a boring and failed life in the real world and vent their anger online—"
"Vent?" Gong Xichao raised his eyebrows and continued.
Lu Cijiu felt bad, and sure enough, he saw his eldest son slamming him in the face. "Why is he venting his anger? I'm the one who should be venting it. Look at how this human is scolding me! Lu Cijiu, I don't care. I'm going to fight him today. I won't be able to keep my anger down unless we fight."
You can even interfere with the trending searches on Weibo. You have such unlimited power, how can you not find someone?
Isn't it just the eldest son who wants his father's support? Lu Cijiu convinced himself that the Diao boss who sprayed him in the face was cute. He took Diao boss's hand, poured him some sour plum soup, and said lovingly, "Okay, I'll help you find it."
Gong Xichao: ...
Why do humans look so weird?
But he had no time to think about it, because his whole body was filled with the blazing flame of "revenge".
"That person is definitely not as strong as you. It's not decent for us to bully the weak."
Gong Xichao raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "I am not a human. I am the ancient bloodline Kunpeng, and I am not bound by any constraints."
Lu Cijiu: ...You're quite proud, aren't you? You're 4,800 years old, how many generations of trolls have you been able to be? But of course, you can't say that. Lu Cijiu spent a lot of time persuading his eldest son to "persuade him with reason", and Gong Xichao finally agreed reluctantly.
Then Lu Cijiu went online to look up the troll's ID. When he saw the address, he was secretly delighted but pretended to be disappointed and said, "Oh, this guy isn't from here."
"I know who it is." Gong Xichao rubbed his hands together, pulled the disappointed human, and said, "I can use teleportation. If I go now, I can still be back in time for lunch."
Lu Bijiu:???
You can teleport, so why did you carry me on your back when you went to Zhou Jianmin's house?
But he didn't dare ask.
The kids were taking a nap, and before Lu Cijiu could react, his vision went dark and when he opened his eyes again, he was in another unfamiliar place, holding a cup of sour plum soup in his hand - Gong Xichao took it and drank it coolly.
Now able to fight, Boss Diao returns to his cold, arrogant and domineering self.
It's afternoon now. A troll's ID is telling the boss to go to hell. Two people are inside a company, invisible, invisible to everyone. All I see is a cubicle. It's almost the end of August, and the temperature is still very hot. Plus, this floor is packed with cubicles to save space. Even with air conditioning, it still feels hot.
This should be an insurance company. The employees in the cubicles are constantly making phone calls, speaking with sweet accents and gentle and polite tones. They end one call and then start another, and even respond with a smile if they encounter someone looking for trouble.
But this is not a reason to vent your negative energy on strangers.
Lu Cijiu read the conversation and realized that it was not that he was protecting his opponent, but that the other party was really making personal attacks and insults.
"There." Gong Xichao narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cold air.
A prelude to a fight.
"Don't hurt anyone, just stop when you're done."
Gong Xichao nodded reluctantly, and Lu Cijiu followed behind Daerza with an expression of "How dare someone from our gang scold you? Let me see that bastard." But in fact, they would stop Boss Diao as long as he hurt someone.
The cubicle in the corner was occupied by a man in his twenties, a little overweight, of average appearance, with a chubby face that looked honest and good-tempered. One second he hung up the phone with a polite smile, and the next second he was swearing into the phone in a low voice.
It's him.
Lu Cijiu felt a gust of wind passing by him, and when he looked again, Diao Zong was gone!!!
The ordinary male employee hadn't finished cursing when he banged his head on the phone and fainted. Lu Cijiu was stunned and went to check, only to hear his boss mumbling in his sleep: "What a huge dick!"
Well, this guy is finished.
Lu Cijiu had a complicated expression. This guy really hurts wherever he goes.
Sure enough, within the next ten minutes, the boss's dying face appeared one after another: surprise, excitement, fear, terror, begging for mercy, pissing and shitting, unable to die, strong desire to self-harm, etc.
"I was wrong, Master Kunpeng, please forgive me, no no no, Kunpeng Immortal, Master Kunpeng..."
Um.
Lu Cijiu could picture the scene in his mind, his eldest son's sneer emitting a sharp light: "How dare you call me ancestor? God? Who are you insulting?" In the end, he became the ancestor.
Gong Xichao appeared, his cold aura faded, and he exuded a 'spirit' light. He was in a very good mood and said, "Let's go."
"..." Lu Cijiu withdrew his gaze from the boss, looking as if he had peed himself in fear. "Since we're here, let's buy some local specialties."
"good."
Gong Xichao, who won the battle, is very easy to talk to.
Lu Cijiu bought some local specialties and some sugar paintings made from maltose. Anyway, they could teleport. When they got to the station, the kids were still asleep, so Lu Cijiu put the sugar paintings in a vase so they wouldn't melt in the cool temperature of the house.
The eldest son rushed into the house and went into the bedroom to turn on the computer. His back looked very comfortable.
Lu Cijiu took a look and said, "Boss, go to hell," and posted an apology on Weibo. He wrote three thousand words in a very eloquent manner. Between the lines, he revealed the kind of cowardly and fearful aura that made him want to kneel down and tell Kunpeng that he was not the eagle's father, but he was not worthy of being his father's son and grandson. He also said that he would never eat any poultry again and he was afraid of birds.
= =
Scared to the point of shadow.
[…Finally, I hereby solemnly apologize for my inappropriate remarks and express my sincerest apologies to Master Lu @CookingLuBabyLuDad. Master Lu, I'm sorry.]
Lu Bijiu:???
The expression is a bit hard to describe.
But when he saw the happy look on the back of Xiaoxue Diao's head, Lu Cijiu suppressed his full sense of shame. This was all the love of the eldest son for his father.
Because Boss Go Die was the most active person in the comment section. After posting an apology, he also posted his own comment on Kunpeng is not a sculpture on Weibo and pinned the picture - he even became a member just to post the picture.
A lot of people gave this post high reviews, and everyone had the same mentality as the boss wishing him to die. But when they suddenly saw the apology, they were all stunned.
[Brother, what's wrong with you? My account has been hacked. Blink.]
[??? Buddy, are you still there? Tell me, have you been bewitched?]
[Oh my god, I feel like Lu Cijiu is a little lost, what should I do? I cursed too, will I be haunted by a ghost?]
Lu Cijiu: ...You think too much.
When the cubs woke up and saw the sugar painting in the vase in the living room, their eyes all lit up, and a series of little tails spread out. They ran to the kitchen to hug Lu Cijiu's thighs, and looked at Lu Cijiu obediently with their chubby little faces.
"Chirp, the candies in the living room look so nice." Tail asked coquettishly.
The kitten Dudu nodded in agreement. Dalong was quite reserved, but his eyes were the brightest.
"It's sugar paintings." Lu Cijiu wiped his hands, pinched the little bun's cheek, and said with a smile: "I bought a nine-tailed fox, a dragon, a phoenix, and other kinds. You can eat them after dinner. Everyone has one."
The cubs were all cheering and laughing, which was great, but Dalong was the only one who was happy but then asked worriedly, "Does my uncle have one?"
It's definitely not that he's worried about his uncle having nothing to eat, but that he's worried that his uncle will have nothing to eat and take his food away. Dalong might think this is not a good idea, but he's reluctant to give up and nods to convince himself, "It's okay, my uncle can give him food."
Can you not buy it? She stares at you with her pretty eyes, and after buying it, she says in a cold, arrogant tone, "I don't want to eat it, you forced me to buy it."
“…” Lu Cijiu thought of the boss in front of the candy stall, and all his words turned into one sentence, “Uncle Gong has it.”
Dalong was so happy that he jumped up and down.
The kids couldn't wait to run to the living room, and obediently guarded the vase, staring at the sugar painting with their big eyes, pointing their chubby fingers in the air, and saying in their baby voices, "Piao Niang~"
The institute has three meals a day, and we eat early in the evening, basically at six o'clock.
The babies will have a meal of milk powder and bread biscuits one hour before going to bed.
Knowing that they could only eat the sugar painting after dinner, they all stood obediently at the kitchen door. Wei Ba and Da Long would look at Jiu Jiu from time to time. Gong Xichao came out in a happy mood - he had just apologized after reading the comments, then sat on the jade bed and took out a sugar painting from his Qiankun bag.
The kitten accidentally saw it, his little face was stunned, and he patted Dalong with his little hands.
"Chuck, sugar."
The other three cubs turned around and saw Uncle Gong sitting on the jade bed eating sugar paintings!
The four little cubs didn't listen to what they were told, ran over, and squatted beside them with eager looks on their faces.
Gong Xichao glanced down at the four cubs and said slowly, "They're delicious."
Click.
The big fish's tail fell off.
Four faces full of envy.
Gong Xichao was very happy. He took another bite and said, "Lu Cijiu bought it for me."
"Jiujiu has bought it too. We can eat it after dinner." Weiba looked straight ahead and swallowed his saliva.
Gong Xichao: "I can eat kaba now."
Si Lian cried with envy.
Fortunately, it was time to eat lunch soon. Lu Cijiu noticed that the four cats were particularly well-behaved and fast eaters today, so he couldn't help but remind them: "Eat slowly and chew your food thoroughly, otherwise it will be difficult to digest and your stomach will hurt."
Dinner was shepherd's purse and shrimp wontons, with some refreshing side dishes.
The kids ate all the food and drank the soup, then took their bowls to the kitchen and put them away. On the way back, I gave each of them two big strawberries and asked them to eat them while we chatted.
We just ate too fast, so we had to wait a while to chat and digest it. Lu Cijiu looked at the kids in the living room who were staring at him eagerly and said, "You can eat the candy paintings now."
The big dragon jumped up, and the puffy skirt on its tail opened up to reveal its furry tail.
"Dudu kitten, I'll get it for you." Dalong said.
Tails followed, "Dalong, I'll go check it out."
Dudu and the kittens listened to their brothers' instructions. Soon, Dalong came with a vase and four sugar paintings. The kittens held it carefully and licked it with great care.
Dalong glanced at his uncle. After his uncle finished eating, he stared at his dragon candy painting, then looked at his uncle again. Finally, he asked, "Uncle, do you want to eat? I'll give you a dragon tail."
"No need, I have one." Gong Xichao proudly took out another one from his Qiankun bag.
This time it was a large eagle.
The four cubs were envious. Lu Cijiu said with a cough, "Uncle Gong is Kunpeng, and he has two forms, so we bought two." It was definitely not because he was threatened by his eldest son's unfilial and cold stare!!!
"Wow~~"
Gong Xichao: A winner in life.
The sugar painting was too big to finish, and the kids were reluctant to chew it like Uncle Gong, so Lu Cijiu finally wrapped it in plastic wrap, stuck it on a piece of radish that had been cut into squares, and put it in the refrigerator.
You can eat it tomorrow.
The cubs were very happy when they thought they could eat it tomorrow, and the smell of malt sugar filled their body when they went to sleep at night.
I love you so much.
Contractor Wang, whose full name is Wang Hao, is 37 years old and has a son and a daughter. His son is about to enter his third year of high school, and his daughter is in elementary school. He started working as a migrant worker after graduating from junior high school and endured considerable hardship. Later, he took on construction contracts on his own, earning decent wages, but he still felt the work was arduous and lacked dignity. Every time he asked his boss for money, he acted like a grandson.
Therefore, he invested a lot in his children's education, hoping that they could become successful and not suffer from the lack of education like him.
The eldest son was fine in junior high school. He was well behaved and obedient. Although he wasn't the best student in every subject, he was still in the top 30 in the grade. Wang Hao was even proud that he, a father with little education, had raised such a smart son.
Especially since other children have rebellious problems during adolescence, his son does not have that and his academic performance has always been very stable.
Good scores on the high school entrance exam would get him into a good school, but Wang Hao heard that a good high school was the key to a good university. So, he gritted his teeth and bought a house in the school district near the Experimental High School, hoping his son would get into a prestigious university.
As a couple, Wang Hao is responsible for making money, while his wife is responsible for taking care of the children and cooking for them to provide them with nutrition.
As a result, at the end of last semester, the child's grades dropped and his temper was not very good.
Wang Hao wondered if this was a belated rebellious period.
This summer, Wang Hao treated his son with kindness, patiently having heart-to-heart talks with him, and even asking his wife to be more careful. He even avoided enrolling him in summer classes, fearing that the combination of puberty and academic pressure would cause a relapse. The results were positive: his son's mood has improved recently, he's been well-behaved, actively studying, and helping with chores.
School is about to start.
"Xingxing, have you packed your schoolbag? It's time to report to school." Wang Hao's wife Sun Hui was afraid that he would be late, so she pushed open the door and saw her son hurriedly hiding things in his schoolbag. She was shocked to see him.
"What's wrong? What are you hiding?"
Wang Jiaxing looked unhappy: "Nothing, why did you come in without knocking?"
"I'm your mother and I care about you. I even have to push the door open."
Wang Hao heard something was wrong and quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "My son is right. He's a grown man now. He needs some privacy when changing clothes. He should knock on the door every time he enters from now on."
After driving her child to school, Sun Hui privately told her husband, "I didn't see it clearly at first, but the more I thought about it in the car, the more I thought it was wrong. My son stuffed his schoolbag with what looked like a piece of blood-stained clothing or something."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Don't worry, I'll take a look later." Wang Hao was also afraid that something might happen to his son so he kept it a secret.
Finding an opportunity to get their son's schoolbag, the couple opened it and took a look. Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, you must be dazzled. What bloody clothes? Don't scare yourself."
It was a sketchbook with a red cover.
School started two days after reporting.
Everything was fine. Her son didn't lose his temper and studied late every day, but his complexion was getting worse day by day. Sun Hui thought that the study pressure was too great, after all, he was in his third year of high school, so she was thinking about eating some nourishing food.
Online.
Lu Cijiu had been giving out prizes for a while, and everyone got all the ones they were supposed to get, except for the six talismans. Except for Shen Jiannan, who was the first one to go, the reviews after the release the next day were all five-star praise, and the male god was with her.
But because Shen Jiannan was a fan of Lu, netizens labeled him a liar, but no one believed him.
There are still many netizens who have nothing better to do. They check the list of winners every few days, ask about the user experience, and try their best to kill the scammer Lucijiulu.
result--
Mango Smoothie: I drew the study talisman. I'm a sophomore in high school and usually a complete slacker. But after I got it, I'm really excited. Whenever I carry the talisman with me, I'm so focused and never even think about my phone! I used to be someone who never left their phone, so I was really scared.
Later, for experimentation, I gave the talisman to my mom. That day, my study efficiency was very low and I played the whole time. On the other hand, my mom, who usually watches TikTok because she had my talisman, actually started learning how to film that night! She used to hate these things and said she couldn't learn them, but that night she actually learned how to play music and edit, although it was a bit crude.
I'm coming back for the talisman paper. I also brought a condom with me. I hope I can do well in the monthly exam. I surrender to Master Lu @cooking 噜仔Lu Dad [kneeled][kneeled][kneeled]
【??? Behind-the-scenes operation?】
What direction? I don't believe it.
[The blogger is making more money, let’s eat together. 】
One netizen said so, which was fine. When five netizens all responded that it was effective, Ba Wan Lu Hei started to feel a pain in his face. Another netizen, covering his hurt face in disbelief, firmly asked: "There was also one who said it was useless. I think these blind cats catching dead mice are just psychological effects."
[Right, right, right, @西门鉴同, come out and say it, big brother, you didn't spend any money on this rotten meal.]
He also took a screenshot of the blogger's Weibo post to prove that the person who received the amulet was a scammer and that the talisman paper was useless.
Ximen Jiantong: [Picture of amulet] What a crap, it’s useless to wear it, don’t be superstitious, it’s better to be scientific.
Posted two days ago.
At that time, the haters were happily jumping around under Lu Cijiu’s Weibo post.
@After less than half an hour, Ximen Jiantong deleted the previous post and pinned the new one: I was wrong. I was scared to death today. Master Lu’s amulet is really, really useful. I almost died. I was walking in the mall and met a psychopath. He suddenly rushed out with a knife. I was the closest to him and I was scared to death. If you don’t believe me, you can search Weibo for xx shopping mall knife-drawing and injuring people. I am usually a otaku and don’t exercise much. I was so scared that I froze on the spot. Who knew that the idiot swung the knife and turned in a different direction, passing directly by me. It was so mean. Later, the psychopath was subdued, and I found that the amulet in my pocket had turned black [blackened amulet]. Thank you Master Lu @Cooking Lu Dad, I am your die-hard fan. Can I still buy amulets? I want to buy more. Balls [love][love][love]
Like a dog licker.
Netizens who are waiting to expose the scammer: Huh?
Is this true or false?
[Holy crap! I searched and there's actually news about this. I'm so shocked! Is Master Lu really that powerful?]
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