Chu Zihang's voice was neither high nor low, just enough to penetrate the noise in the Internet cafe, and fell on Lu Mingfei's ears, with a bit of imperceptible seriousness. His blue T-shirt looked bright under the dim light of the Internet cafe.
Extraordinarily clean and incompatible with the surrounding environment.
"Uh...Chu Zihang? Why are you here? Do you still know my name?" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment and almost choked on the drink in his mouth. He swallowed the cold liquid suddenly and his eyes widened.
His eyes looked at Chu Zihang with disbelief.
This scene was like a real-world NPC in "StarCraft" that suddenly jumped out of the real world. It was also the kind of legendary figure that usually only existed in grade rankings and in the mouths of teachers. It struck up a conversation with me, and it was kind of...
The feeling that a task is about to be "awarded".
After all, even if he really wanted to release some difficult mission guide, Liu Miaomiao in his own class would be the same. Unlike Lu Mingze, who was forcibly praised by his aunt, only one subject ranked among the top ten in the class. After all, Liu Miaomiao was the top student in the class.
First in class, top five in grade...
Lu Mingfei was thinking wildly, and subconsciously looked around to make sure that he had heard correctly or looked at the wrong person. Other players in the Internet cafe were either lowering their heads to fight, or discussing game strategies in groups, and no one seemed to pay attention.
to this little interlude.
The cursor on the game interface stagnated due to his lack of concentration, but the opponent's artillery fire came mercilessly, and the screen was instantly covered in red.
Chu Zihang turned slightly sideways and glanced at the tragic defeat on Lu Mingfei's screen. A trace of imperceptible apology flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his usual calmness, as if appearing in a place like an Internet cafe was normal for him:
"I passed by by chance and I need to talk to you about something."
"Oh, that's it. Then what exactly do you want to see me for?"
Lu Mingfei scratched his head, turned off the game interface, and turned to face Chu Zihang. He noticed that the bag on the other person's waist was slightly bulging, and the cold light of metal and the outline of the knife handle were faintly revealed, which made him involuntarily look more.
With two eyes, he secretly said:
"With this equipment, those who don't know it might think it is carrying out some secret mission."
"Don't be nervous, this is just a handicraft." Chu Zihang seemed to see through Lu Mingfei's thoughts and explained softly: "I have become interested in kendo recently. I just practiced swordsmanship with my friends nearby..."
At this point, he seemed to realize that the topic was a little off topic, so he changed the topic and repeated the purpose mentioned at the beginning: "As for why I am here, it is because I noticed something about your family and felt it necessary to talk to you.
Just say it."
"About my uncle and aunt? What happened to them?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but feel vigilant in his heart. Although he usually criticized his uncle and aunt's partiality, when someone really mentioned it
At this time, he still couldn't help but become concerned.
At the same time, Lu Mingfei also muttered secretly in his heart: No, Master Chu, except for the paper-thin relationship between the two of us at the same school, have we ever had a formal exchange of words? You are running around like this.
They came to visit me in an Internet cafe and involved my uncle and aunt? This plot direction is too bloody!
Although my aunt is usually mean, there is nothing big enough for a big shot like Chu Zihang to come to the Internet cafe to talk about it, right? It can't be something in my uncle's work, right? I remember that my uncle's position seems to be a researcher at the Provincial Department of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation in Binhai City.
Maybe there is some business connection with the Chu family?
Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat as various speculations flashed through his mind, but in the end he decided to remain calm. After all, a person like Chu Zihang, a top student and a top student in the school, would not come to entertain him for no reason, right?
"You go ahead and tell me, I'm listening." He tried his best to make his voice sound calm, crossed his hands on his chest, and pretended to be listening: "Did they win a five-million-dollar jackpot behind my back and prepare to give me half of it?"
?”
"Maybe it's a bit abrupt," Chu Zihang ignored Lu Mingfei's frequently changing expressions and went straight to the point: "However, I have noticed recently that your life at your uncle's and aunt's house does not seem to be satisfactory. They seem to prefer you.
My cousin Lu Mingze, but for you..."
At this point, Chu Zihang paused and seemed to be considering his words, "It was a bit neglectful. On the day the typhoon came, you ran home alone in the heavy rain and no one came to pick you up. I saw it all."
"...So that's what happened."
Lu Mingfei still couldn't figure out the situation, thinking about taking advantage of others with short hands and short mouths. The hundred-yuan bill from his aunt was now transformed into multiple pieces of change, which he put in his pocket: "After all, my current academic performance is better than Lu Ming's.
Ze Yao is a little inferior, which is understandable."
"How should I put it? When you live in uncle's house, you can't eat and drink for free. Besides, Lu Mingze and I live in the same room. Apart from the different attitudes, the living conditions are also very different...especially for uncle,
He is actually pretty good..."
"After all, their family is my family. Even if I feel a little uncomfortable being 'lived under someone else's roof, I don't have anywhere else to go. I can only make do with it. Until my parents are willing to end it, they are always busy."
archaeological project..."
"That being said." Chu Zihang continued: "But after investigation, your uncle and aunt had some problems with handling the living expenses sent by your parents. They probably spent some of the funds on your brother Lu Mingze.
, and reduce your share."
Chu Zihang paused for a moment, seeming to be looking for the right wording, while Lu Mingfei had an expression on his face that said, "I knew it would be like this." He secretly complained, "Do you even need to say this? I've long been used to it." But
Unexpectedly, what the other party said next surprised him:
"However, your uncle's superior has recently noticed this problem and believes that this approach is not only unfair, but may also affect your growth and mental health, damage the company's external image, and is a bad habit, so it has issued a warning and requested
They correct it."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! No wonder my aunt became so generous yesterday. It turned out that it was for this reason that she took hundreds of yuan bills as hush money. I saw Lu Mingfei's face turned slightly
He was dim for a moment, but soon returned to normal. He shrugged and said calmly:
"I can't help it. I'm not their biological child. However, they didn't abuse me. At least I don't have to worry about food and drink. I can still come here to play games, right? Since the work unit requires my uncle and aunt to correct themselves, you can live with me if you want.
It’s getting better and better, and the cost of living can also rise a lot.”
"But, Master Chu, how do you know this? Is it possible that you are also working as a detective part-time? You came here to tell me these things. Could it be that you not only came down to earth to experience the sufferings of the world in the Internet cafe today, but also wanted to deal with family conflicts?
What does a mediator do?”
Chu Zihang gave a rare smile, and then calmed down: "I have my own channels, that's not the point. As for why I tell you, it's because I think you have the right to know the truth, and..." He paused.
, "Maybe I can provide you with some help."
When Lu Mingfei heard the words, he was inexplicably moved in his heart, but he was suppressed by reason: "Help? Forget it, Master Chu, I appreciate your kindness. But you know, people like me
, I’m used to being submissive, and suddenly someone told me that I could resist, but it made me feel at a loss what to do.”
When Chu Zihang heard this, he frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with Lu Mingfei's negative attitude: "Habit does not mean acceptance, Lu Mingfei. You have the right to fight for what belongs to you, including your living expenses. You
dignity, even your future."
There was an undoubted power in his words, which made Lu Mingfei raise his head and look at him seriously, feeling the hidden encouragement and confidence.
"Future?" Lu Mingfei repeated the word, with a flash of confusion in his eyes. He had never really thought about his future, because in his opinion, it seemed to be something out of reach, full of unknowns and variables.
.
Chu Zihang seemed to see through his mind and continued: "I know you may feel confused now, but please remember that everyone's future is controlled by themselves. You have the potential and the ability to create your own glory.
.”
"And I came to you today because I hope you can make some changes."
"If you want to urge me to study hard, I'd better skip knocking. I'm really not good at this and can't be motivated." Lu Mingfei replied half-jokingly and half-seriously: "However, I still want to thank you for your kindness to me.
The little people paid special attention to me and came to encourage me."
"You still can't stop studying." Chu Zihang nodded, took out a black USB flash drive, and inserted it into the free Internet cafe computer next to him: "Next, I will provide you with some different choices to improve your
Current living situation.”
"A different choice?" Lu Mingfei repeated doubtfully, but his mind had already begun to imagine scenes from various outrageous inspirational dramas, "For example? Let me drop out of school and move bricks? Or suddenly inherit a billion-dollar fortune?"
The corners of Chu Zihang's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was not interested in Lu Mingfei's humor. He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei: "This is a friend of my father. He works in a well-known company."
Work at a law firm.”
"If you want to negotiate with your uncle and aunt to obtain better parenting conditions, and you need legal aid or any form of help to protect your rights and interests during this period, you can contact him. For my own sake, all consultations are free."
Then, he took out another business card from his pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei: "This number is the contact information of a psychological counseling agency run by my friend. If you need it, you can also talk to them.
Chat. Sometimes, talking is also a good way to relieve stress."
At this time, the contents of the USB flash drive opened on the computer in the Internet cafe, and several folders popped out. Chu Zihang's eyes stayed on Lu Mingfei's face for a moment, as if he was assessing whether the other party's mental state at the moment was suitable for receiving
The next message, and then he spoke slowly:
"In addition, you can also try to contact your great-grandfather's old comrades. They may be able to provide you with some special help."
"Grandpa's old comrade-in-arms? What are you talking about?" Lu Mingfei looked confused: "I can't even remember my grandfather's name clearly, let alone my great-grandpa. Besides, are they still alive? Forget it.
Get up, this must be over a hundred years old!"
Chu Zihang did not answer directly, but clicked on a folder in the USB flash drive. The screen lit up, and black and white photos and portraits came into view, one of which was particularly eye-catching:
A tall middle-aged man, whose face is somewhat similar to Lu Mingfei's, his eyes showing unyielding and perseverance, carrying a Hanyang-made rifle on his shoulder, as if he is ready to charge into battle at any time, with a heroic appearance.
To be continued...