Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Fifty million." Lu Mingfei brushed off the dust on his clothes and said calmly.

"What... sir?" The financial manager, who had regained his aloofness, was still stunned for a moment.

"I said, if No. 88 still competes, my offer will always be 50 million higher than hers." Lu Mingfei threw the "17" number plate to the manager, turned around and walked out of the room, "What I like, then It’s priceless. And what I hate the most is trying to deal with others. Anyone who is my enemy should be prepared to be crushed by me.”

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The auctioneer stood on the stage again, his voice trembling and his eyes shining.

"Now that the auction has reopened, we have verified Mr. Lu's strong financial resources, and the current bid is 100 million! At the same time, Mr. Lu said... he will always be 50 million higher than Ms. No. 88's bid!"

There was silence.

Everyone was looking towards Box 88, waiting for the girl's bid.

Compared to this set of unknown swords, the current price has completely entered the crazy category.

No one wants to join a madman's war because no one knows when they will return to normal.

And No. 88 is another lunatic.

"One hundred million dollars." The auctioneer raised his gavel.

"One hundred million dollars twice..."

Girl No. 88 stood up, turned and left without saying a word.

It seemed that all of a sudden she had given up on this thing.

"One hundred million dollars sold!" The auctioneer hammered down the moment she walked out of the hall.

A black car stopped in front of the back door of the Opera House, the door opened, and girl No. 88 went straight into the car and drove away.

A black partition separates the front and rear rows of the car, and black privacy glass also blocks the outside view.

"Girl No. 88" curled up on the large sofa seat, kicked off the soft-soled slippers on her feet, and then "got out" of her toga as nimbly as a rabbit.

When doing this, all the bones in her body seemed to be soft, and all of them could be turned at will like a cardan shaft.

The only ones who can do it are highly trained yogis, contortionists or... Japanese ninjas.

A set of black leather clothes, a close-fitting short jacket and leather pants, and three-inch high-heeled red sandals had already been placed next to him. Even if someone assisted him in this extremely stylish outfit, it would take a few minutes to put it on, but for a ninja, It's as simple as a hermit crab retracting into a conch shell.

She took off her golden veil, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face, with bright blush and a murderous air.

A woman who always has two ninja swords stuffed in her handbag does not look like a harmless person no matter how she puts on makeup.

So before, she simply chose to cover herself from head to toe, and only the robe could slightly cover her unforgettable figure.

"As you said, one hundred million."

Mai Shutoku leaned elegantly on the seat, crossed her long legs, answered the car phone, and picked her ears with her long nails.

"Well done! But I have a question, why didn't you increase the price in the end?" came the voice that hates iron and steel, "Our Mr. Lu said that he will always add 50 million to your price, don't you Have you always felt that 100 million was a loss?!"

Mai Shutoku was silent for a while, then whispered: "I'm a little...scared."

"Huh? Afraid? What are you afraid of?" The potato chip girl on the other side of the phone suddenly became interested, "Aren't you a female ninja who is not afraid of anything?"

"You haven't been to the scene in person, so you can't feel the dangerous smell hidden in the air..." Mai Shutoku said seriously, "It's like thunder brewing behind the clouds. You can't see it, but you can feel it secretly. A fatal danger!"

"...How long has it been, has our poor child changed so much?" The sound of chewing potato chips came from the other side of the conversation.

"Yes, I don't even dare to overlap his figure with the boy at the Three Gorges Dam last year." Mai Shutoku said in a low voice, "The boss was right, the madman woke up from the body of a coward."

"At that moment, I even thought that the person standing there was not Lu Mingfei, but...the boss!"

"That 50 million is not a declaration of victory, but a warning to me!"

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…

Lu Mingfei walked into the toilet, washed his hands, and stared at his face in the mirror.

The face with clear lines, the straight bridge of the nose, the cool dark golden pupils, with the hot golden color flowing in the depths of the pupils, is like a ghost from hell...

He suddenly closed his eyes, took water with both hands and wiped it hard on his face.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils returned to their original maroon color.

The ferocity and majesty disappeared, replaced by gentleness.

"Brother, are you dressing up carefully again?" Lu Mingze sat on the pool, his feet dangling in the air, tilting his head to look at him.

"Why are you here again?" Lu Mingfei took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, "Didn't we just meet in the morning? We have been seeing each other a bit frequently recently. As the saying goes, distance creates beauty. I think we need to break off our relationship for a while. time."

"Brother, how did you feel just now?"

"Which one are you referring to just now?"

"That's when you manipulated the financial manager 'just now'. He thought he was sure of victory and captured a young man who came to act as a 'trustee'. He also received special instructions to take this opportunity to humiliate you, but the financial strength you showed His dark thoughts were easily defeated, and his fear and regret broke through his spiritual defense, so in the end he was like a toy in your eyes, letting you play with it. This is the most wonderful part of power, he allows you to control everyone They are all 'made' into toys, come and go as you please."

The little devil jumped down from the sink, with a smile without any warmth, and said word by word,

"And this is our birthright!"

"boom!"

The little devil covered his forehead and looked up at his brother with a defenseless expression, his eyes full of confusion.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei rewarded him with a chestnut, his voice clear and loud.

"Let's get down to business and stop talking about these things." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Okay, okay, we made a small profit this time. Not counting salvage fees, the net profit is US$98.6 million." The little devil muttered.

"Wait... didn't you continue to quote?" Lu Mingfei suddenly said in shock.

"Ah?" Lu Mingze looked confused.

"Didn't I give you a hint? As long as you raise the price, I will add another 50 million, but you... didn't increase it?" Lu Mingfei looked serious.

Lu Mingze was silent for a long time and then said quietly: "Brother, do you call that thing a hint?"

"Isn't it?" Lu Mingfei said with wide eyes.

Lu Mingze raised his hand and scratched the side of his face, and said, "Brother, our actress thought that was your warning to her, so she decisively gave up on her plans to continue to increase the amount of money."

Lu Mingfei took a breath of air and said in disbelief: "Where did you hire a third-rate actor?"

"In fact, she is our best actress at the moment. Besides, I don't think you are implying that, brother, it is too high-profile! Brother, your courage has scared away all our actresses!"

"So we made at least 50 million less?!"

"It's not us, it's me, brother."

"???Are you ready to burn bridges across the river?"

"Brother, I thought you knew about the settlement of accounts between brothers!" Lu Mingze spread his hands to express his helplessness.

"But I didn't expect you to be so shameless!"

"It's okay, brother at least learned a lesson." Lu Mingze stretched out his little hand, tiptoed and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder to comfort him.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you for now. I forgot to ask you something this morning. My senior brother..." Lu Mingfei frowned, "Why did he suddenly have a headache yesterday?"

Lu Mingze shrugged and said, "Someone put a seal on him. The previous battle with the fake Odin may have triggered that seal."

"What seal?"

"It has something to do with memory. Someone erased part of his memory."

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered.

Before her death, the previous life Xia Mi said that she had erased some of Chu Zihang's memories about him.

"The seal... was broken?"

"It's like a corner of a wall has been broken. It's still a thousand miles away from completely breaking the seal, but at least the progress bar is starting to creep."

Lu Mingfei understood. It was like the damn resource progress bar jumped from zero to one percent. Although it was very small, it at least started to move forward.

"Brother, why don't you ask me who that person is?" Lu Mingze looked expectant.

"Junior sister, do you think I'm stupid?" Lu Mingfei glanced at him.

Lu Mingze chuckled and said, "So you recognized her too."

"Of course, she is still so beautiful and quirky." Lu Mingfei smiled and said, "I still have something to do with the principal. Let's talk next time."

He waved with his back to the little devil, walked out of the toilet, and stopped in front of the toilet door.

"By the way, there is one last thing I want to ask your opinion on." He turned around and said.

Lu Mingze patted his chest and said in a loud voice: "Brother, just ask, I will always be your most reliable dog-headed strategist!"

"Can dragons coexist peacefully with humans?" Lu Mingfei stared into his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Lu Mingze was silent for a moment and sighed, "Brother, have you ever seen God and man fall in love?"

"'Inuyasha'?"

Lu Mingze was speechless and said: "That's a cartoon, not reality! And Inuyasha is not a god. Well, for ordinary people, there is no difference between monsters and dragons."

Lu Mingfei chuckled and said, "I like cartoons the most. Naringze, do you remember? Only those who have power and power are qualified to decide the future direction."

He waved and turned around to walk out of the toilet, his surroundings returning to their original state when he stepped out of the toilet.

…

"Mingfei, here."

Lu Mingfei put his hands in his pants pockets and walked along the corridor. There were famous paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, from Van Gogh, Monet to Rubens.

Angers stood at the end of the corridor and waved to him.

"Old friend wants to talk to me. How about it? Do you want to sit in?" Ange said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei nodded happily, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, I will cover you when the time comes. Principal, please run away!"

"Hahaha, I don't think my old friend is willing to shoot me in the back again, do you think so, Henkel?" Ange said with a hearty smile, turning to look at the old man behind him.

"It's been a hundred years, don't you still hold grudges?" The skinny old man smiled kindly and turned his eyes to the young man walking slowly along the corridor.

"Is this your student?"

"Of course, the admission invitation I personally signed is for our new S-class." Ange smiled.

"Oh, S-level? Many years later, there will be another S-level student. I think he deserves this rating." Henkel paused, "Okay, come in first, don't stand outside the door."

Wearing round-framed glasses and a leather roll-brimmed hat, he turned and walked into the crimson door.

Anger waited for Lu Mingfei to come over and whispered in his ear: "This time I will introduce you to some idiots from mixed-race families."

Lu Mingfei looked at him strangely, but Ange had already turned around and walked into the door.

The last time the principal was invited to go alone, but this time he invited himself to go with him. Perhaps it was because his previous performance had been recognized by him?

Lu Mingfei followed closely behind.

"No need to introduce, right? Hilbert Jean Angers, principal of Kassel School, one of the leaders of the Dragon Blood Secret Party, and a well-known financial backer in the circle." Henkel slowly walked to the table He sat down and motioned to Ange and Lu Mingfei to sit wherever he wanted.

There are thirteen chairs in the house, and the people sitting on the chairs are all handsome young men.

They all greeted Angers in the same way, raising their right fists and showing off the silver rings on their index fingers. They were thick and simple rings, with different totems on the huge rings.

They showed their family crests.

"Are they all young people?" Angers glanced around.

"Of course, they are the family representatives of this generation. Almost all the old people like you and me are dead now, and those who are still alive are lying in hospital beds, relying on modern medicine to hang themselves." Henkel nodded.

"I feel like all of them can't compare to my students." Angers shrugged.

"Hahaha, to be honest, this student of yours is indeed excellent. He has shown extraordinary courage!" Henkel praised without hesitation.

"Of course, my students are the best." Angers smiled.

The young people looked at each other, their original vigilant gazes filled with dissatisfaction. They looked at the young man behind Ange.

Then his eyes froze.

At some point, the young man walked to the bookcase in the house as if there was no one else around, and casually browsed through the ancient books whose collection significance was far greater than their actual significance.

"It seems that your students like reading very much." Hengao said with deep meaning.

Ange looked back at Lu Mingfei, also a little dazed. When did this brat like reading so much?

If he really loved reading, he wouldn't have failed two subjects last semester...

"I have always taught young people to read more." Ange turned around and praised, "Mingfei is a good boy who loves learning."

"Let us celebrate by taking a picture of something you like." Henkel took out the champagne from the ice bucket, poured a glass and handed it to Angers.

"Thank you for giving up and allowing us to succeed." Angers raised his glass.

"We don't want to pretend to be generous. The things you like must have potential value that we don't know about. We don't want you to get it easily, but..."

Henkel glanced at the young man standing in front of the bookcase again.

"This student of yours is so courageous, and we were also shocked by it. We originally thought that there was another outstanding blood descendant from the mixed-race family in the East, and they used today's auction as a stage to make their voices heard. But wait The auction was over by the time we realized you were a gang."

Angers raised his glass again and said with an implicit smile: "Mingfei is indeed excellent. He is one of the three best students newly trained by the school. And he is the youngest. He has an infinitely bright future."

"Oh? Three? You have trained three such outstanding young people?" Henkel couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, we have been preparing to slay the dragon, and Mingfei is the one I chose."