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A private jet landed on the tarmac. Lu Xing was then sent to the mansion gate by a private car.
After watching the driver leave, Lu Xing took a taxi and went straight to the senior sister's house.
A thousand meters from her place, Lu Xing got out of the car, grabbed his suitcase, and headed into a coffee shop.
"Little Lu! Little Lu! Over here!"
As soon as he entered, Lu Xing saw Uncle Fu waving at him from a corner booth.
Uncle Fu seemed to be leaning into a "literary" aesthetic lately. Though he wore a suit, he had grown his hair out and wore a string of prayer beads on his wrist.
Some clients love the mature, steady uncle type.
But liking "mature and steady" doesn't mean they want an old man's vibe, so Uncle Fu’s slang and style were always kept sharp and trendy.
As soon as Lu Xing sat down, Fu Chenyun let out an arrogant snort.
"Little Lu, your ego is getting bigger by the day. We agreed to meet at the airport, but you made me fly all the way to Haicheng instead."
Lu Xing looked at the coffee already waiting for him and rolled his eyes.
"It's a seller's market. Who told you to insist on seeing me?"
In reality, his plans just couldn't keep up with the changes. Who would have guessed Professor Song would personally arrange a private jet for him?
With that, his original schedule was ruined. He could only have Uncle Fu fly to Haicheng.
As soon as Lu Xing settled in, Uncle Fu handed over a business card.
Fu Chenyun lived for these little flourishes. He said smugly, "Look at this. My newly designed business card."
Lu Xing picked up the gold-stamped card, glanced at it, and began to read.
"Fu Chenyun."
Uncle Fu proudly puffed out his chest.
"That's right, that's me!"
Lu Xing glanced at him and continued reading the list of titles.
"Writer, poet, illustrator, backpacker, bar owner, folk singer, golden-ratio part-time model, songwriter, emotional counseling expert..."
After reading the whole thing in one breath, Lu Xing almost fainted from lack of oxygen.
Fu Chenyun looked at him with anticipation.
"How about it? Impressive, right?"
Lu Xing chugged his coffee to recover. He slumped back into his chair and waved a weak hand.
"Can your house even accommodate that many people?"
Fu Chenyun pouted.
"That's where you're wrong. This is called a 'comprehensive display of strengths.'"
Lu Xing was speechless.
He felt that ever since Uncle Fu retired, he was living more and more in a fantasy world. The very first title was "writer"?
"You're into literature now?"
"Didn't you fail to even graduate from junior high?"
Fu Chenyun patted Lu Xing’s shoulder, looking offended.
"You kid, why do you always have to expose my shortcomings?"
"I'm telling you, I'm a man of culture now!"
Lu Xing looked at Fu Chenyun’s long hair with deep suspicion. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked.
"Are you dating a second-generation writer?"
Uncle Fu sighed. "My disciple's intelligence is truly a match for my own!"
One guess and the conversation was over.
Lu Xing didn't know what to say.
He thought Uncle Fu had actually "gone ashore" and retired, but it turned out he had just switched from a 24/7 grind to a standard shift.
Fine.
"But I'm serious this time. I'm not just playing around."
Uncle Fu clarified solemnly.
Lu Xing shook his head. "You said that about every client before. Look, you've finally made it to shore. Don't go capsizing in a ditch at the last second!"
"How is that possible?" Uncle Fu dismissed the concern, showing off a little.
"My girlfriend is truly cultured. She teaches me to write. She understands my soul. Do you get it?"
Lu Xing was silent for a beat.
"Knowledge is not transmitted through sex."
Uncle Fu snorted, elegantly sipped his coffee, and remained unbothered.
"I had a client once... that psycho loved to recite poetry when she was happy."
"She recited a poem I’d never heard of and actually mocked me for being uncultured!"
Lu Xing kneaded his temples.
He had heard this story from Uncle Fu not a hundred times, but eighty.
No one is truly indestructible.
Uncle Fu remained unfazed when facing a 150 kg client, yet his defenses were shattered by a woman calling him uneducated. He had held that grudge for years.
What did that mean?
It meant that his lack of education was the one true stumbling block in his heart.
The fact that Uncle Fu had found a second-generation writer as a partner confirmed Lu Xing’s theory.
The more you lack something, the more you long for it.
Lu Xing checked his watch, done with the banter. He got straight to the point.
"What do you have that was so important you had to say it in person?"
"Can't we just catch up?"
"If you don't say it, I'm leaving."
"Alright, alright, alright!"
Fu Chenyun reluctantly gave in, pulled a document from his bag, and handed it over.
Lu Xing looked down.
He hadn't expected this.
Fu Chenyun wanted him to design a new logo for his bar.
"My girlfriend said you're a genius. That your brain is much better than mine."
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