Chapter 825 My Classmates Are Not Mean-Spirited

"Boss Lu always brings bodyguards with him when he goes out. He's only been in college for a year. What's going on outside?" Someone began to say in an exaggerated way, with unfailing gossip and curiosity on his face, trying to Fire burned on Lu Mingfei.

"Don't tell me nonsense that I don't do business." Lu Mingfei quickly explained that he would rather be called Commissioner Lu than Boss Lu. At least the identity of Commissioner is genuine, and he has done great things as a Commissioner. Being misunderstood as the boss made him embarrassed but he didn't know how to explain the twists and turns.

"Hey, you must be doing some big business outside. Even if you go back to China, you are afraid that your competitors will miss you. The competitive atmosphere in the United States has become so bad that Yimi Shop will draw a gun against you." Someone pretended to understand and asked Lu Mingfei winked, probably wanting to express, 'I can understand you, Boss Lu'.

Brother, have you watched too many American business war movies? Lu Mingfei stared at him and wanted to complain, but in a sense, this brother was right. Business competition in the United States is indeed fierce. For the business of the Dragon King's legacy, some forces can fight as hard as those in Afghanistan and Afghanistan. The intensity of the local war in Iraq.

"You've already built your business to such an extent in your freshman year. Boss Lu is really becoming more and more of an enemy. Do you want Boss Lu to treat you to dinner today?" The buddy flipped through the menu and rubbed his fists together, "What else are you going to eat like pizza? ? According to the expensive price, everyone can have one portion of the 'Black Truffle Meat Sauce Pasta with Caspian Sea Black Caviar'!"

"What kind of dish is that? It sounds very expensive. I didn't find it on the menu!"

"That's plain-cut chicken! If the store has it, you may not be able to sell it to you. Go out to the market and buy it yourself! Or make way for the boss to ask the bodyguard to buy it for you!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his hand and said, "Didn't you agree to treat Zhao Menghua as a guest? Why did you treat him yourself?"

But inexplicably, he looked at many eyes staring at him but couldn't say this. He somehow remembered that he did have a student ID card in his shorts pocket, and actually fell silent.

He felt like he was being threatened by some kind of slowly stirring whirlpool. Without paying attention, he found that he was getting farther and farther away from the shore, and his loud shouts would be drowned by the waves around him.

"You bitch! There's also 'Caspian Sea Black Caviar'. Why don't you order 'Caucasian Braised Chicken Steak with Minced Coriander and Chinese Thick Sauce'?"

"Goodbye, farewell. We agreed that Mr. Zhao will pay for today. Boss Lu is going to treat us next time. We can still have two meals." Xu Yanyan, who was very discerning, suddenly stood up and said with a smile, "I heard that my company It’s all about to go on the market, so I’m happy to treat you and pay for it today!”

"Oh oh oh." The brother who asked Lu Mingfei to treat him was suddenly enlightened. He suddenly realized that he had almost taken over the guest's honor for him. Xu Yanyan winked at him as he spoke, asking him to brag or brag. You have to pay attention to distinguish the priorities, whose field is it today?

The atmosphere in the private room paused for a moment, and then resumed. The topic still revolved around Lu Mingfei. Here he asked what the school environment is like in the United States, and there he asked whether they have a credit system or an academic year system. What about the Cassel College graduates? Later, they also included whether they would be assigned, whether they would accept transfer students, etc.

As if a spotlight suddenly hit him, Lu Mingfei raised his head and saw countless pairs of scorching eyes staring at him. Facing the barrage of questions and unprecedented enthusiasm from these old classmates, he seemed a little unprepared to face them. He answered all the questions in a hurry - he could only give perfunctory answers to all the questions related to Cassel College. They were not conversational materials that could be used to show off and improve his style. If he let something slip, everyone at the table might be confused. He was going to be taken to the dark room.

"What kind of business does Boss Lu do in the United States?"

"Well, I'm not doing business."

"Does Kassel School support student entrepreneurship? In our school, if you start a business early, you have to be dragged to the office by the counselor to talk, which is annoying. I started to regret not studying abroad."

“Our school is not against entrepreneurship, but I really am not”

"How much is Boss Lu's bodyguard salary? Do you think I have a chance to work for Boss Lu after graduation? I'm serious, I'm not kidding!"

"These are really not my bodyguards, they are just my schoolmates!"

"We understand, we understand. Boss Lu, you keep a low profile, but with the people here, you can't keep a low profile even if you want to!"

"By the way, Boss Lu, tell me the truth. Did you go back to your hometown for a field trip this time? I heard that you young bosses who have been successful in starting your own business since your freshman year like to invest in industries in your hometown. It just so happens that our family is doing it. Garment factory business.”

Question after question, Lu Mingfei became more and more numb the more he answered. A group of people kept praising him and testing him. The answers he gave were all ambiguous, and what he said was the same as what he didn't say. He felt like a clay figure being held up, or a bubble blown up for no reason, clumsily maintaining his lie.

It wasn't until the lie was suddenly exposed that everyone would be disappointed in him. Maybe he would argue that although he was not the boss, he didn't do nothing. Then the group of people would ask him what did you do and how was the bodyguard? Where is he coming? He suddenly couldn't explain it again, because he couldn't explain it, and then everyone returned to their previous indifference, looking at him as if he was just watching a joke and ignoring him - it's very hurtful, right?

But it's funny to say that he was actually looking forward to, and even vaguely saw this scene happening. Now, the feeling of being suddenly thrown into the vortex and standing in the spotlight made him extremely uncomfortable, and even felt a kind of physiological disgust.

——But what do you hate? Isn't this what I have always wanted? Are you being mean?

This is really a contradiction, which makes people want to call him hypocritical.

He couldn't think of an answer for a while, his mind was in a mess, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Boss Lu is really tight-lipped." A brother who used to dislike Lu Mingfei sighed.

Lu Mingfei looked up at him, as if he could guess what he was going to say next.

"Isn't the bodyguard invited to the class reunion to show face? All bosses are joking, right?" Next, the brother should say this with a playful smile and a joking attitude.

Lu Mingfei stared at him and said nothing.

The brother looked at Lu Mingfei in silence for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head and said loudly with twinkling eyes, "As expected of Lu Mingfei! I used to think that you were so tolerant, and you would definitely be famous in the future, but it's a pity that I haven't done that yet. Coca-Cola is on the menu, otherwise I will definitely toast you, just to this pattern!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a few seconds, forgetting the words he was going to respond to in the laughter. Looking at the private room where the atmosphere was even more heated, he suddenly found that no one had sat in the two empty seats next to the two Hei Chao. , the people nearby showed a sense of inexplicable awe when they saw these two people from the corner of their eyes. It was as if they could smell the real iron-blooded smell on them.

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood that no matter how nonsense he spoke or answered today, the bubble that was blown up for no reason would not explode, because the two 'bodyguards' he had brought by accident were too important. It's enough that just one look at it won't cause any suspicion.

Although he is a school worker in the Logistics Department, to be honest, who among the secret party is not a ruthless person with a bit of blood. He is said to be a member of the Logistics Department, but I guess the number of people who have been fired by bullets from a portable submachine gun is more than Lu Mingfei's shooting class. There are many targets, and you can't fake the aura of keeping strangers away. Others will know at a glance that they are ruthless.

No matter what others ask them, they can't speak. They may not be able to understand the meaning and content of this literary society gathering for the time being, but it does not prevent them from doing their duty and saying nothing. As a deaf-mute, Lu Mingfei invited them to eat pizza. Then they will only eat pizza when they come here, and will not even look at the black caspian roe or white-cut chicken.

It was as if Lu Mingfei had really pulled two majestic tiger skins over himself today, and sat down here with a golden sword, and everyone who had looked down on him would have to bow down. This means He can speak as he pleases, which is what he deserves. The logistics staff around him respectfully call him 'S' class, because he is originally an 'S' class, and he deserves to be respected, even if it is due to misunderstanding and In other forms, is the road specialist lower than the road boss? Not necessarily.

He found that he seemed to have really stepped into a boring dream he had had before in a misunderstanding. One step away, a small misunderstanding, and the respect he once wanted to get suddenly came to him like a torrential river. , he just needs to accept it calmly now?

"Lu Mingfei?" someone called him.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and accidentally glanced at Liu Miaomiao, who was sitting at the corner of the table and was also looking towards him. The pretty girl, who was a bit delicate, was wearing a Dai-style tube skirt today, with batik blue albizia flowers and a white dress. Wearing a camisole, her hair in a high ponytail, and light makeup, she is simply synonymous with youth and beauty.

She was watching her quietly, as if she were meeting him, Lu Mingfei, for the first time. There was also a desire for discovery in her obedient eyes, as if she wanted to get to know the new Lu Mingfei, no, Boss Lu.

Lu Mingfei stared at her for a long time. The girl was gentle and quiet. She was like a decorated albizia flower at this party. There was another flower like this in the literary club, just like the bodyguards left in the private room. There are two empty seats, and I don’t know when the door will open.

The vortex became deeper and deeper. The private room was very noisy. The air conditioner was blowing loudly. The sound of cicadas chirping from the end of the corridor outside the private room could be vaguely heard. Lu Mingfei suddenly became uneasy. He felt the cicadas chirping outside inexplicably. The sound is better than the noise here. Maybe when you hear the cicadas chirping, someone must have opened the door to the pizza restaurant. Who is coming? Who will push open that door next, sit on those two blank chairs, join the whirlpool, and then look at themselves with the same eyes? Would that be the scene he was most looking forward to today, and would it even replace the last row on the itinerary and become the best gift for Lu Mingfei on his birthday?

Liu Miaomiao, who was sitting on the diagonal seat, looked away. She folded her hands obediently on her skirt and looked away. She seemed to have given up on talking to Lu Mingfei because there were too many people at the table who were more enthusiastic than her. She I have never been a person who likes to join in the fun and hang around others.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Lu Mingfei suddenly stood up.

Everyone watched as he hurried to the private room door and pushed the door open.

There was a snap, and a cry of pain sounded outside the door.

The door of the private room opened, and behind him stood Zhao Menghua, the real financial backer of today's literary club gathering. However, his face looked a little festive with the red streaks on his face.

Without seeing anything clearly, he covered his forehead and shouted angrily, "Holy shit, who is this?"

Maybe it was because he was shouting too loudly and was a little aggressive, so he took a step forward and pulled the door from Lu Mingfei's hand. He seemed to have the urge to rush in and start attacking, so Lu Mingfei sat behind him. The two black men on the chairs stood up immediately, looking a bit evil!

The entire private room fell silent in an instant, staring at the two 'murderous' bodyguards who were at a loss for what to do about this unexpected incident.