Chapter 89: Old Wu

Around noon, a four-wheel small Benz (just made up, don't worry about it) stopped at the school gate.

Su Sheng, who had received Chen Guan's message in advance, walked out of the school gate.

Although they hadn't seen each other for seven years, Su Sheng still recognized him at a glance.

"Brother Sheng!"

Chen Guan opened his arms.

A typical rich second-gen, driving a small Benz and dressed head-to-toe in brand names, but his face always carries a hint of sleaze, always making him seem quite theatrical.

"Get lost, you prick."

Su Sheng kicked out with his big foot.

This guy, although he opened his arms toward me, I don't know if he still thinks we're brothers after all these years, coming in for a hug.

But Su Sheng noticed that this guy's eyes were glued to the female students coming and going at the school gate.

I don't know which beauty he's already fantasizing about holding in his arms.

Kong Lang, Kong Lang... form is emptiness, a lecher lives up to his name.

"Hehehe, Brother Sheng, after all these years without seeing you, this is how you welcome me…"

Chen Guan also jumped back with a start.

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Chen Guan drove his small Benz, bringing Su Sheng to stop in front of a small shop.

At a glance it's that kind of privately-run Cang Ying Tavern, but you can tell business is good at this mealtime.

Su Sheng raised an eyebrow; this doesn't match Chen Guan's style as a rich second-gen.

But Su Sheng didn't say anything; besides, he's not one for fancy occasions, his usual lunch is just getting by in the school cafeteria.

"Old Wu, Old Wu! Look who I've brought."

Just as he entered, Chen Guan started shouting loudly.

"What's with the yelling? I'm busy."

A voice somewhat familiar to Su Sheng rang out, and then a head poked out from the back kitchen.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Su Sheng and that head locked eyes, and both were taken aback.

"Brother Sheng?"

That person, holding a large spatula, walked out.

Su Sheng looked at the greasy chef before him, who had a big belly and wore a tall chef's hat.

Yet from his swollen features, one could still make out a faint familiar outline.

"Old Wu?" Su Sheng spoke, somewhat incredulous.

Seven years without seeing each other, and how did you end up like this?

"Brother Sheng! It's really you!" The other was also delighted, reaching out to pat Su Sheng's shoulder, but seeing his own oily hand and Su Sheng's neat security uniform, he withdrew his hand.

"Old Wu, you used to be the sports committee chairman? How did you end up like this?"

Su Sheng said in surprise.

Before, Chen Guan and them said Old Wu had married and was raising a family, and Su Sheng didn't think much of it.

Now…

This really is enough… to be a dad.

No wonder, this chef is none other than Su Sheng's high school classmate, also the sports committee member, once one of the Ten Court Yanluo of the Assassin Alliance, White-Handed Azure Dragon, Wu Long!

But now, looking at this greasy chef before me and recalling the tall, handsome sports committee member from memory, the gap is not ordinary.

All one can say is, time is a butcher's knife.

"Hard to put into words, hard to put into words." Wu Long chuckled as he spoke.

"Old Wu, I brought Brother Sheng over for a meal; what shall we whip up with your specialty?" Chen Guan said with a smile.

"Of course! Have a seat first."

Then Wu Long took his spatula and returned to the kitchen.

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Needless to say, the little eatery's good business has its reasons.

Wu Long's cooking skills are indeed not bad.

"Brother Sheng, you eat first; I'll go get something." Chen Guan said as the dishes arrived, then ran out.

Not long after, he returned, holding a file bag.

"Brother Sheng, please sign this." Chen Guan handed the file bag to Su Sheng.

"What is this?"

Su Sheng opened it dubiously, took a look, and then frowned.

"Assassin Alliance Guild Equity Transfer Document"

"??"

Su Sheng raised his head, full of question marks: "What does this mean?"

"Brother Sheng, nowadays the gaming circle has been regulated; besides the nominal chairman and such, the behind-the-scenes interests must be in black and white." Chen Guan grinned.

"Since Brother Sheng you've returned, the Assassin Alliance naturally should return to its rightful owner." Chen Guan cheerfully picked up his chopsticks and started picking dishes.

Su Sheng casually tossed the file bag back into Chen Guan's embrace: "What the hell does it have to do with me?"

"For seven years, you've been running the Assassin Alliance; when the gaming circle took shape, I was still in the military, so this naturally belongs to you."

"Sheng bro, you also know I don't need this bit of money…"

Chen Guan hadn't finished speaking when Su Sheng interrupted him.

"Whether it's lacking or not, that's one thing; it's been seven years, the Assassin Alliance is your painstaking effort." Su Sheng also started picking up food.

At that moment, Wu Long happened to bring over a dish.

"Old Wu, help me persuade Sheng bro." Chen Guan immediately pulled Wu Long in.

After roughly understanding, Wu Long broke into a grin.

"Assassin Alliance, I've left it."

"However, I know that without Sheng bro, the Assassin Alliance isn't complete; now that Sheng bro has returned, this is a good thing."

"But over these seven years, Kong Lang, everyone has seen your efforts for the Assassin Alliance." Wu Long looked at Chen Guan.

Because when Chen Guan introduced himself, that phrase "form is emptiness, emptiness is form" earned him the nickname Kong Lang.

During high school, almost everyone called Chen Guan Kong Lang, even some teachers did… for example, the sports teacher who is one of the Ten Court Yanluo of the Assassin Alliance… the Death Instructor, Zhang Qinghai.

"So, the Assassin Alliance should now be you two; neither can be without the other."

"Let's just split it down the middle." Wu Long said, looking at the two of them.

"Let's not get into that for now."

Su Sheng waved his hand, looking at Wu Long: "By the way, Old Wu, what's your situation?"

"Logically, the gaming circle has already taken shape; your White-Handed Azure Dragon of the Ten Court Yanluo should be making a decent profit, so why are you running a fly-infested tavern?" Su Sheng asked doubtfully.

"Hey, it's just old almanac talk…" Wu Long wore a helpless expression.

"Hahaha, I'll explain this."

Chen Guan laughed and interjected.

"Between love and gaming, Old Wu chose love!"

"Back then, Old Wu's wife's family always believed that playing games and such wasn't a proper profession."

"To traditional older generations, a professional gamer is just not pursuing a proper occupation."

"Thus, they outright refused to allow Old Wu and his wife to be together."

"They insisted that Old Wu have a proper job."

"In the following two or three years, Old Wu left the Assassin Alliance, taking the alliance's earnings, and went around suffering losses until the capital was gone."

"We brothers urged him to return, but he wasn't willing; we supported him, but he didn't accept."

"He's pissed us off enough." Chen Guan complained to Wu Long.

"Sigh, why bother?" Su Sheng said helplessly.

But I also understand that my parents are at least somewhat open-minded; in the worldview of the older generation, playing games really is not a proper occupation.

"However, Old Wu didn't lose out either; in the end, his wife stood by him, he insisted on marrying her, and they even had a child."

"Sister-in-law, she's also virtuous."

"Also, he found a good partner, so it's not a loss for all Old Wu's efforts."

Chen Guan picked up a bite of food, grinning as he spoke.

"Hey, it's all in the past." Old Wu waved his hand.

"You go ahead and eat; you can carefully consider my suggestion. It's peak hours now, I'll get busy." After saying that, Old Wu wiped his hands and went back to work.