Chapter 50: No Fight Broke Out, Bad Review

Twelve o'clock noon.

The employer's daughter was already dressed, a young girl named Wang Yi, who came out and looked weakly at Lu Xing and Chen Shu:

"Let's go."

"Alright."

Lu Xing glanced at the father and daughter of the Wang family and pondered for a moment: "Miss Wang, you get in our car; your dad can just follow behind in his car."

"Mm."

They went down to the first floor and walked out of the building entrance.

Several young men were squatting idly downstairs, and two security guards in uniform were in front of them, scolding them to leave, but they were thick-skinned and just acted as if they didn't hear; in this situation, the security guards were also helpless, as they only earned a few thousand yuan a month in wages, which was far from enough to justify getting into a fight.

Catching sight of these people, Lu Xing had the father and daughter stand at the stairwell while he walked over, first handing out cigarettes to the circle, his attitude very humble:

"Brothers, let it go, it's so cold, go back and rest."

One young man glanced at him and Chen Shu behind him, took the cigarette, and spread his hands:

"I want to rest too, but the work isn't finished yet; if I go back, I'll get scolded!"

"It's basically always been like this in the past; everyone is just trying to make a living, so let's give each other some leeway and show some respect. If there really is a problem later, have your boss contact our company, and our manager will set up a banquet to apologize to your boss," Lu Xing said, "Brother, do you think that works?"

"I just asked the boss, and the boss said that today, either she agrees to our boss's conditions, or we must ruin her interview."

"This..."

Lu Xing showed a look of difficulty: "To be honest, you guys aren't in the right to begin with; the court has already made a ruling, so this is a bit disregarding the rules."

"What's with all this talk about right or wrong!"

"Brother, that's true too," Lu Xing said, going along with his words, "But everyone is out here making a living, and isn't it all for the sake of money in the end? The country is managing this aspect more and more strictly now. If things get blown out of proportion, the people at the top will have made their money, but we working folks will be the ones taking the fall. Sigh, money not earned, and a whole lot of trouble brought on—honestly, it's really not worth it."

"If I listen to you, I'll be the one suffering today!"

"I'm in a difficult spot here too..." Lu Xing sighed long and hard, "The company took the commission and insisted I come handle it; if I had any other choice, I wouldn't have come."

"Tell me what to do then? Isn't it fine if they just pay up? It doesn't even need to be that much, three million is enough!"

"That's too much."

"Not giving three million? Then just pay eight million as the number! If you don't give it, just wait for it to go up!"

"Then there's no way around it. I've accepted the commission, and you and I, brother, both have to find a way to answer to our superiors," Lu Xing said in a very soft tone, "Let's do this by the rules. I can only say that if you brothers are tougher than us today, no matter how you beat me up, as long as I'm not dead or crippled, I absolutely won't look for trouble with you; I'll just say I fell myself."

"..."

The several young men looked at each other.

How did the topic get so off track? Their intention was clearly that if they didn't get the money today, they would definitely follow Wang Yi to the interview and ruin it.

Who wanted to fight you?

And at this moment, Lu Xing had already rolled up his sleeves.

The young man who had just spoken glanced at Lu Xing's arm; the thick muscles shimmered with a brass luster different from normal skin, and just from the look of it, they felt very hard.

They looked at each other again.

Speaking of which, these people from the agency, the ones who take these kinds of commissions, they should be professional fighters, right?

We are amateurs...

Yet at this moment, Lu Xing paused, as if he had lost his nerve, and said to them again: "How about we forget it? I don't want to fight either; it's hard to say who wins or loses, and getting a beating is quite unpleasant, it's really meaningless. Why don't you guys go back and tell your superiors that the May Agency sent people to stop you? Let them go find trouble with the company!"

"May Agency? I've heard of them."

"They're quite big. We've taken these kinds of tasks before; basically, once the name is reported, it's considered settled. Everyone earns their own money, there's no need to make things unpleasant over such a small matter, don't you think? Debt collection, whether you do it today or tomorrow, it's all the same. Once we leave, you can do whatever you want; it won't have much impact, and we'll owe you a favor."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Wang Yang. What's your honorable name, brother? Let me treat you to a drink next time we meet?"

"The brothers all call me Lei Laohu."

"What a coincidence, my mother's surname is also Lei..."

"My real surname is Huang."

"That's an even bigger coincidence, my wife's surname is Huang; if I'm lying, may I have a son without an asshole," Lu Xing said, handing over a red envelope, "I'm afraid the higher-ups won't be happy, so let the brothers suffer a bit; please bear with it, and have a drink tonight."

"Fine..."

A group of young men started tearing open the red envelope right there.

Lu Xing then silently took Chen Shu back to pick up the employer and his daughter.

When the few of them walked past this group of young men, they didn't block them, but instead scrambled to peek at the amount in the red envelope, their expressions very subtle—as if they felt happy but were embarrassed to show it in front of Lu Xing for fear of being laughed at, so they pretended to be calm.

They got into the company car.

Chen Shu asked: "Brother Lu, how much did you put in the envelope?"

"800 yuan."

"Not much, but you're quite generous."

"It's a society ruled by law; it's best not to fight if you can avoid it. Even if they definitely have criminal records, we'll insist that they were the ones who started it, and they'll have to go in for a round at the very least," Lu Xing said while driving, "This bit of money is really only enough for them to eat one or two meals. They are mainly feeling the respect we showed them, which is why they are so pleased; this is very rare for them."

"When we get to the company, won't they come looking for trouble again?" Wang Yi couldn't help but ask.

"We will be guarding the whole time."

"Then thank you both; this interview is really important to me," Wang Yi said hurriedly, "My teacher put a lot of effort into securing this opportunity for me, and she has high expectations for me. If the interview is successful, I will enter a six-month closed-door training, and I won't have to go to school to be harassed by them anymore."

"It's only right."

The car drove away from the residential complex, glanced behind, and seeing no one following, drove toward the company's location.

The Royal Song and Dance Troupe is a general term; in fact, it contains many art forms and many art workers of different art forms. As far as dance is concerned, it involves major dance styles from ancient and modern times, both domestic and foreign. In addition to famous veteran artists, fresh blood is constantly entering.

The current Royal Song and Dance Troupe is no longer exclusive to royalty; it performs on various formal occasions, such as the Martial Games ceremony, New Year's Eve galas, state banquets, etc., and often goes abroad to let the foreign barbarians see the orthodox aesthetics of the Heavenly Dynasty.

In recent years, entering the internet age, the Royal Song and Dance Troupe even has a dedicated official account and often performs songs and dances for the vast number of netizens.

It has even evolved into the form of a company now.

Of course, the company belongs to the Imperial Family.

In this world, there is no such saying as "the Son of Heaven does not compete with the people for profit"; the Imperial Family owns many industries with a wide range of business, and because they value their reputation, they are highly trusted by the common people.

Wang Yi was interviewing for the Water Dance Troupe.

Water dance is a type of dance performed in water, wearing traditional costumes, with ribbons fluttering as they dance; it is very beautiful and ethereal, very similar to the Flying Apsaras dance yet different.

Chen Shu sat in the passenger seat and added for Wang Yi: "However, this matter still needs to be resolved as soon as possible; otherwise, even if your interview is successful, as long as your address is found in the future, you may still be constantly harassed. I suggest you reasonably use the power of the media and the internet."

"I know," Wang Yi said, distressed and helpless. "If I perform well at the company, perhaps I can use the company's connections to scare them off."

"That is also a way."

The car gradually drove to the entrance of the company.

Lu Xing parked the car on the road opposite the company entrance, and Chen Shu accompanied Wang Yi as she walked over, then returned; the two of them kept watch outside, fearing that the debt collectors might come to cause a scene and affect the boss's impression during the interview, as getting money deducted would be bad.

"Heh..."

Chen Shu yawned and looked left and right.

Time passed bit by bit.

Nothing unexpected happened.

By the time Wang Yi came out, it was almost evening.

Chen Shu got out of the car to open the door for her:

"Did it go smoothly?"

"I have to wait for news," Wang Yi seemed quite happy. "I think it went pretty well."

"Then let's go back."

"Thank you both. Once you drop me off at home, the commission is considered complete, and we will transfer the balance immediately," Wang Yi said. "I never want to be harassed by them again. As soon as I get back, I'll have my parents change their mobile phone numbers and move house tonight. Let me save your phone number; if anything happens in the future, I won't post a commission, I'll just come to you directly."

"That's fine."

"That's fine."

Both of them agreed.

Today's commission was considered complete.

Without doing anything, 6,000 was in the account.

Lu Xing also taught Chen Shu a lesson.

Originally, Chen Shu thought this kind of commission meant having a direct confrontation with the debt collectors, that there was no other way but to drag these idiots out and beat them up, but it turned out not to be the case.

To summarize the impression of the debt collectors—

Is that it?

No wonder the group members don't take you seriously at all; you're not even in the same league.

Yujing Academy, Huaiyuan Building 6.

Chen Shu opened WeChat while walking upstairs—

Supervisor Wang asked them two hours ago if it went smoothly.

Chen Banxia sent him a picture half an hour ago, telling him the Dumplings were too delicious; she had eaten them once before and had been reluctant to eat the rest, only finally finishing them today. On the surface, she was praising him, but in reality, she was urging him to fulfill his promise quickly and fill her refrigerator again.

Qingqing had been very quiet.

Chen Shu replied to Supervisor Wang first—

Chen Shu: Successfully completed.

Then he replied to Chen Banxia—

Chen Shu: Got it, got it.

Only then did he tap on Qingqing's profile picture.

Looking at the chat background made him feel at ease; the row of green speech bubbles above were all sent by him to her, averaging one per day.

The last one was from yesterday, calling her an idiot.

What to say today?

Chen Shu thought for a moment and sent an emoji—

Chen Shu: /You ugly ghost.

Continuously shaking her Daoist heart.

Being a qualified stumbling block.

Let's check the stocks again.

Closed at -0.03% today.

I won't look at it for the next few days; let it do its thing.

The fifth floor was reached in the blink of an eye.

Chen Shu swiped open the door to 504, and a fragrance of food drifted out; Jiang Lai had brought the meal to the Dormitory to eat.

"Eating?"

Chen Shu walked over and took a look—

Cold tossed chicken, steamed egg, cold tossed vegetables, a duck leg, a large iron basin of rice, and seven or eight boiled eggs.

It wasn't considered meager; a pure Martial Artist could never wrong themselves when it came to eating, as the nutrition from their diet directly determined their training results. But for a Martial Artist with excellent grades who also fought in the Arena, the food Jiang Lai was eating today was truly a bit simple, perhaps not even enough for the body's needs.

Usually, Jiang Lai's main source of nutrition relied on supplements because she found eating meat too expensive.

"Smells great."

Chen Shu said so.

Jiang Lai raised her head, swallowed the food in her mouth, and asked him: "Where did you go today?"

"Making money."

"There's a pretty good Arena match next week; shall I take you both to see it?"

"Sounds good."