Lu Zhuonian was like a large, agile, and sharp animal3
He stared at Chen Zemian quietly, every pore of his body exuding the aura of a ruler.
Chen Zemian looked away angrily.
This couldn’t be criticized — it was the aura of a true ruler.
Lu Zhuonian was the sole and absolute male protagonist in this story. The entire world revolved around him, and everything that happened benefited him. All the wealth, power, connections, and luck constantly gravitated toward him.
From family background to ability, from appearance to inner qualities, Lu Zhuonian was top-notch and perfect in every aspect. Even an ordinary white shirt looked like a dragon robe on him.
How could someone be so fortunate?
Chen Zemian sighed again.
There were so many resources in this world — why couldn’t some be given to him? Why did everything have to go to Lu Zhuonian?
Alas, it was useless to think about these things. There were so many masters in the original story, yet he still became miserable and a lackey. Just because he fought back against Liu Yuebo, he risked being discovered by Lu Zhuonian.
It was so miserable.
Instead of expecting unrealistic good luck to fall from the sky, it was better to focus on making good games. Once the shooting game was finished, he could trick Lu Zhuonian into playing it and shoot him with a machine gun in the game while he was still figuring out how to operate it.
He planned to fire a hundred shots at Lu Zhuonian, empty the magazine, and shoot him in the face.
He could also hit him with a frying pan and trick him into blowing himself up with a grenade.
Chen Zemian’s thoughts drifted further and further away.
Seeing Chen Zemian’s gradually dull eyes, Lu Zhuonian stretched out his left hand, tapped the table with his fingers, and said unhappily, “Chen Zhe.”
The first time, Chen Zemian didn’t react and didn’t realize he was being called. It wasn’t until Lu Zhuonian said “Chen Zhe” again that he came to his senses and remembered this was his name now.
“Hmm?”
Chen Zemian raised his head and looked at Lu Zhuonian, as if triggered into an automatic reply: “Mr. Lu, do you have any instructions?”
Lu Zhuonian stared at Chen Zemian for half a second before saying, “Chen Zhe, pay attention and don’t always act like a machine.”
Chen Zemian felt guilty.
He had just been fantasizing about how to trick Lu Zhuonian into playing as a bot in the game and even wanted to use Lu Zhuonian’s face as the game model.
It was a really great face.
It was a pity not to use it for modeling.
Lu Zhuonian’s displeasure shifted to helplessness: “Chen Zhe, you’re distracted again.”
Chen Zemian had come to the shooting range today to collect game setting parameters, so it was easy for him to slip into a working state. He wanted to incorporate anything suitable into the game as he saw it, and his thinking was more divergent than usual.
That’s what chief game planners are like.
You need to be good at discovering and finding selling points in ordinary, boring life.
He started daydreaming again.
Lu Zhuonian sincerely suggested, “Chen Zhe, you could actually do sensory integration training when you grow up.”
Chen Zemian’s thoughts quickly returned: “Mr. Lu, I have no problem with concentration. I was just thinking about something.”
Lu Zhuonian seemed to ask casually, “What were you thinking about?”
Chen Zemian tried hard to return to the topic: “I was wondering how Mr. Lu knew what Liu Yuebo and I said.”
Lu Zhuonian raised his chin slightly.
Chen Zemian looked over and saw a surveillance camera flashing its red light.
Surveillance again!
They must never fight over the Lu family’s property again. Why the scene replay?
It was all because the Lu family had too many businesses!
Lu Zhuonian was really too idle. Which good male protagonist would watch surveillance cameras every day?
But since he had watched the video, there was no need to explain the cause and effect. Lu Zhuonian should be able to see it clearly, and it wasn’t him who started it first.
Lu Zhuonian placed his index finger on the table and tapped casually: “The Liu family is still very powerful in Beijing. You offended him today. Have you thought about what to do in the future?”
Chen Zemian coughed lightly and evaded the main issue: “Liu Yuebo is looking for trouble. He’s picked on me a few times before and scolded me, but today he scolded you.”
As long as he insisted that he taught Liu Yuebo a lesson for Young Master Lu, the Liu family wouldn’t be able to embarrass him anymore. Otherwise, it would seem like the Liu family didn’t think Liu Yuebo was wrong to scold Young Master Lu, and that he was obviously picking on the Lu family.
Moreover, what Chen Zemian said wasn’t baseless. In the past, when Liu Yuebo scolded him, he really just “let it go.” He only took action this time. Even though everyone knew he was taking advantage of the situation, no one could bypass this “issue” to punish Chen Zemian.
Who let Liu Yuebo become so outspoken, to the point he dared insult another prince who wasn’t to be offended?
Chen Zemian clung tightly to Lu Zhuonian’s thigh and added, “You can scold me, but you can’t scold Young Master Lu.”
Lu Zhuonian’s eyes moved slightly, scanning Chen Zemian slowly: “Why?”
“Because I’m your younger brother,” Chen Zemian’s eyebrows and eyes were too beautiful — even when he deliberately showed a fawning smile, it didn’t look hateful. Instead, he was in high spirits and looked very proud. “Brother, if you are humiliated, it means your younger brother is incompetent. I will never allow anyone to insult you in front of me.”
Lu Zhuonian seemed to believe him: “Really?”
Chen Zemian got more into the act: “Of course. You have to look after the dog to beat the master.”
Lu Zhuonian: “…”
Chen Zemian got more and more carried away: “Don’t say it’s the Liu family. Even if the Eight Great Families in Beijing come together to deal with you, they can’t shake my loyalty to Young Master Lu.”
Lu Zhuonian didn’t even know when the “Eight Great Families” appeared in Beijing.
The last time he heard those words was in junior high school, referring to the Eight Great Prose Writers of the Tang and Song Dynasties as test points in the junior high Chinese textbook annotations.
Lu Zhuonian asked, “What are the Eight Great Families of Beijing?”
Chen Zemian traveled through time and space, so he had no idea that the famous “Eight Great Families of Beijing” mentioned later in the original book had not yet taken shape. He thought Lu Zhuonian was testing whether he understood Beijing’s situation, so he gave a spoiler as soon as he opened his mouth: “The Lu family, the Ye family, the Xiao family, the Fu family, the Qin family, the Shen family, the Gu family, and the Yan family.”
They were indeed some very powerful families.
Lu Zhuonian raised his eyebrows slightly: “So what you mean is that even if one day these families target me and oppose me, you will stand by me firmly like you do today.”
Chen Zemian nodded.
He firmly believed Lu Zhuonian’s winning rate was 100%.
The male protagonist always wins and never loses, so he should be very easy to support.
Later in the original book, a traitor in the Lu family united with the other seven major families to deal with Lu Zhuonian. Lu Zhuonian was deserted by friends and relatives but still fought his way out of layers of encirclement and suppression, turned the tide, and tore the seven families apart.
Chen Zemian’s half-hearted promise was as easy as breathing: “Of course.”
Lu Zhuonian looked at Chen Zemian deeply. A dark, deep, and incomprehensible light flashed in his eyes before quickly returning to calm.
“You’d better do what you say.”
Lu Zhuonian slowly turned his gaze away: “Chen Zhe, since you are so sincere, just follow me from now on.”
Young Master Lu always kept his word and was never vague.
He asked Chen Zemian to follow him and do things, and Chen Zemian really had something to do.
The next day after Lu Zhuonian said this, he arranged for Chen Zemian to work at the shooting range as a custodian, responsible for the safekeeping of guns and ammunition.
As for what exactly was to be kept…
When Chen Zemian got the key to the gun exhibition hall, he felt like he was dreaming.
Putting a gun enthusiast to work at a shooting range was almost like giving him free benefits.
From that day on, all the firearms in the exhibition hall were under Chen Zemian’s management.
He could touch his beloved guns up close.
Touch them as he pleased!
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