Chapter 101: Meeting

This is a parallel time story in which young Mr. Sheng has not been switched and has always lived in the Sheng family, so he never met Lu Jiayan when he was a child. When I was in high school, I went abroad to play, and met Pepper Oil, a down-on-his-luck working man who hadn't yet become the head of the Lu family (in the original, he was forced to leave the country by Lu Xiao during those years), so I started a literature where I thought the boyfriend I picked up was poor, but he ended up being the boss.

What should I do if I've been arranged a blind date by my family and don't want to go?

Netizen's hot tip: wouldn't it be better to refuse?

Soon after, the poster replied, "Can't say no, it's a business marriage."

Because of this outrageous response, a post on Knowles has instantly shot up to the front page.

Comments plummeted on.

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"It's a blind date, and a business marriage, what's the point of all this high-sounding talk?"

"Thanks for the invite, man in Italy, just got off the plane, sharing a now made up story ......"

"Knowing the 100 billionaires per capita is honest."

"Which princess of this house has come to Zhihu for a private visit?"

......

Sheng Mingzhi was bored with refreshing the thread, but there was not a single useful suggestion.

He turned his phone off in annoyance, but the screen lit up again, and Sheng Yuan sent him a message, sixty seconds of voice, which gave Sheng Mingzhi a headache.

"The other guy is the young boss of Sheng Jia, you don't like it, go and meet him, it's not a blind date, it's just a way for you to get to know each other. ..."

The voice stops abruptly.

Sheng Mingzhi exits WeChat with an expressionless face.

As usual, his dad always dances right on his thunderbolts, and without doing anything, he can just make him so angry that his defences break.

What do you mean by "uneducated"? Is the world only "uneducated" if you go back to inherit the family business?

I really don't know what his dad was thinking.

A 50 or 60 year old man is still a long way from death, why worry about the afterlife so early?

Even if you are worried about your own future, don't drag Mr. Sheng into it, OK?

As the young master of MingChen Bank, Sheng Mingzhi was a man born with a golden spoon in his mouth to outsiders.

In terms of family and looks, they are all outstanding by a hundred miles.

Growing up with no worries and a lot of love, he has developed a bad temper that is both reserved and arrogant. God had opened a window for him, but it seemed that it was not enough, so he tore down four walls and opened another door.

The luckier you are, the harder you work, and Sheng Mingzhi is one of those people.

Unlike most of YunJing's rich second generation dudes, Sheng Mingzhi has been someone's kid since primary school.

At the age of eleven, she won the most prestigious international violin competition and won it with her talent.

At the age of twelve, she received an invitation to become the youngest principal violinist in the history of the famous Italian orchestra.

After this, Sheng Mingzhi, despite Sheng Yuan's objections, insisted on pursuing music, a path his father thought was uneducated, and began a half-working, half-educated high school career.

He had only finished his London performance some time ago and had come to Italy with the orchestra, just as the results of last week's examinations therein came out and Mr. Xu sent them to his mobile phone via WeChat, with a drop in marks compared to the last time.

It is just in time for the most important sprint of the senior year.

The first model was after the exam, and Sheng Mingzhi didn't even go back to school a few times, let alone prepare for the revision.

So, his dad started fussing and fussing about him.

Sheng Mingzhi's ancestral political background led to a somewhat serious and old-fashioned character in Sheng Yuan.

In his eyes, anyone who was not well educated and taking public examinations to enter politics was uneducated, especially if they played music, which was even more frivolous in the old man's eyes.

At first, Sheng Yuan only called to warn him because his grades were slipping.

Later on, this conversation somehow turned into, "The reason why Sheng Mingzhi is so wild now is that he lacks someone to control him!

Sheng Mingzhi :?

The subject matter jumped so quickly that Mr. Sheng was unable to understand it at all.

And his dad was logical and self-explanatory.

Sheng Xue was in poor health and needed the constant care of Sheng Yuan, so he could not spare the time to smoke Sheng Mingzhi.

Sheng Xu had just taken over from MingChen and was too busy to be in charge of Sheng Mingzhi.

And in his father's eyes, his brother and he were a snake and a rat, a gang that did nothing to discipline.

After thinking about it, I was surprised to come up with the idea of giving him a blind date.

Sheng Mingzhi has never met anyone who was engaged to someone before they even graduated from high school.

This kind of thing, however, does not seem to be uncommon in a family like theirs.

It seems that an early engagement would have tied the two families' business partnership closer together.

But what does this have to do with him?

May I ask if the family is some kind of remnant of the Qing Dynasty?

After sulking alone for a while, Sheng Mingzhi vented his frustration by playing on the piano in front of him.

The orchestra cellist who came in to see him was startled and said cautiously, "Song. Are you in a bit of a bad mood?"

Thank you for officially answering my nonsense.

Do I look like I'm in a good mood?

Sheng Mingzhi uses the name " Song Yushu " in the circle to avoid trouble.

In front of outsiders, Sheng Mingzhi could barely maintain a modicum of poise: "No. What can I do for you?"

The cellist hastened to say, "We were planning to meet at a restaurant after the show and Rele asked me to let you know."

Sheng Mingzhi nodded, "Got it."

The cellist seemed to sense that the young genius had a bit of a bad temper.

Having said that, he left in a hurry.

Sheng Mingzhi received a phone call from Shen Ling, who said, "When are you coming back to China? I'm bored to death at school alone!"

"Let's do it next Monday, come back before the first model." Sheng Mingzhi sneered, "Are you bored? You're out of exam papers to copy."

"Don't make it sound like I can only copy your homework, there are plenty of guys after me, okay?" Shen Ling digressed, "What are you going to do for your Bar Mitzvah? I want to go to a party on a yacht. I've even made my dress in advance, and you have to invite that little Bitch from Class 3.

Sheng Mingzhi has no understanding of Shen Ling's inexplicable desire to win: "I don't know how to get by, maybe I've been on a blind date with someone."

"Your dad's still not dead? I asked around and he's ten years older than you!"

"...... fuck."

Mr. Sheng Jr. was even more devastated.

Shen Ling was worried: "And I've heard that the Lu family is now having a lot of internal strife, and that Lu Xiao, your cheap date, is fighting with the Lu family board of directors, forcing his own brother to go abroad."

Sheng Mingzhi had also heard rumours of what Shen Ling had said.

The Lu family is such a huge business empire that it is not surprising that the level of internal rivalry is so brutal that people are killed.

Lu Xiao, with his wings full, could reasonably have wanted to swallow up the Lu family.

Sheng Mingzhi remembers that after Lu Xiao's father became seriously ill, he was in a position of power and the first person he had to deal with was his own brother, who had a direct interest in competing with him.

The heart knows how to solve it.

It's either you die or I live.

Sheng Mingzhi sucked in a breath of cold air, not really understanding what was so contentious about this succession.

His brother didn't even have to fight with him, Sheng Mingzhi was not interested in the inheritance at all and would have given it away as a hand-me-down, all his brother had to do was give him pocket money every month.

Mr. Sheng can't take the hardship of running a business.

Shen Ling said, "I think Lu Xiao is scary, he can even kill his own brother, let alone a blind date like you. This old man is proposing a marriage with your family during the infighting, isn't it obvious that he wants to borrow your family's power."

Sheng Mingzhi: "Thanks, I'm not stupid yet, I don't need you to remind me."

After a moment's thought, Shen Ling was outrageous and outrageous again, "And you're not even an adult! Is he a pervert?"

After hanging up Shen Ling's phone, Sheng Mingzhi received another call from Sheng Xu.

The other party was busy and only said a few words in a hurry, telling Sheng Mingzhi to ignore his father and that it was impossible to join the Lu family in marriage anyway.

Sheng Mingzhi, who was walking and perfunctorily replying to his brother, had just reached the entrance of La Scala Opera House when he noticed that it was snowing heavily outside.

The ground is covered with a thick layer of solid snow and the road is only lined with street lights.

The orchestra's conductor, Rele, was arranging for everyone to get into their cars, which were difficult to drive in heavy snow, so as not to get snowier, and to get to the restaurant as quickly as possible.

Sheng Mingzhi trampled deep and shallow through the snow to get on the bus.

To be honest, he wasn't very interested in this kind of party.

People in any country like to sing and drink and talk about it at parties.

Sheng Mingzhi is an extremely good-looking Asian, and there are a few people in the band who have a soft spot for him, using the word "beautiful" to compliment him and claiming that Sheng Mingzhi is the best-looking Chinese person they have ever seen.

Sheng Mingzhi, who had a thick skin, was reserved on the surface, but inside he thought, "Of course, who doesn't know I'm good-looking?

Narcissistic clarity.

Only later did the crowd discover that he was a little rose with thorns.

The Chinese are said to be gentle and humble, but Sheng Mingzhi is the exact opposite.

Fearful of his innate detachment and indifference, few of them dared to come forward to talk to him at dinner.

The gathering only ended at 10.30 pm.

Just outside the restaurant, Sheng Mingzhi's shoulder was tapped: "Song, it's so snowy, let me take you home."

He turned around and the speaker was the piano player in the orchestra, a Chinese man like him, whose Chinese name was Ning Hua.

Ning Hua grew up in the United States, attended an internationally renowned music school and was so gifted that she was selected to join the orchestra before she graduated from college.

His parents are now both successful businessmen in China, and Ning Hua is one of those rich kids abroad, the type Sheng Mingzhi hates.

He was only three years older than Sheng Mingzhi, so his pursuit of her was nothing short of relentless.

Not minding the fact that Sheng Mingzhi was completely underage, he repeatedly hinted at inviting him for a night out.

Sheng Mingzhi found him annoying, but since he was in the same band, he couldn't make Rele look bad, so he avoided him whenever he could.

"No need." Sheng Mingzhi refused him, "My friend is coming to pick me up."

Ning Hua has had a few drinks today, is drunk, and is subtly upset after being rejected by Sheng Mingzhi yet again.

"Song. Stop rejecting me okay, my patience is limited, I'm just taking you home, I'm definitely not going to do anything to you, give me a chance can you?"

Sheng Mingzhi's anger, which he had been hiding quite well, was stirred up.

In all his life, he hadn't had many people who dared to speak to him like that.

"My patience is also limited, so please leave me alone."

"Harassment?" Ning Hua looked like she had heard something funny and came forward.

Sheng Mingzhi could smell his wine and took a few steps back with his violin on his back.

Ning Hua said ambiguously, "Do you think my pursuit of you is harassment? Have you ever seen what real harassment is, Song?"

He lowered his head and whispered something in his ear.

In a flash, Sheng Mingzhi's face changed.

Before Ning Hua could get far, Sheng Mingzhi raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The force of the slap was so strong that it deflected Ning Hua's head, and he turned his head to look at him as if in disbelief.

The size difference between Ning Hua and Sheng Mingzhi is large.

Sheng Mingzhi slapped him in a fit of rage and only after Ning Hua twisted his wrist did he realise that he was an adult.

--And he was still a minor four months short of eighteen.

Sheng Mingzhi was still thinking about deserting, thinking that it would not be his fault if Rele asked him about it, it was Ning Hua who scolded him first, and only then did he hit him.

Ning Hua raised his hand ready to give him a punch, Sheng Mingzhi was ready for a fight, but before the punch could land, it was stopped halfway by a man.

Sheng Mingzhi froze for a moment and looked up.

The man who twisted Ning Hua's wrist was tall and appeared out of nowhere. The first thing Sheng Mingzhi noticed about him was his eyes, which had peach blossom eyes with a slightly upturned end that looked very intimidating when he wasn't smiling.

Ning Hua, mostly sober, let go of Sheng Mingzhi and turned to free his wrists: "Who are you?"

The man spoke politely, "Sir, fighting is forbidden in front of the restaurant."

Ning Hua looked him up and down and saw that the man was indeed dressed in the uniform of the restaurant and looked like a waiter.

The contempt in his eyes was unconcealed as he snorted, "Who are you? Meddling in my business?"

Sheng Mingzhi is no fool either.

The rest of the orchestra has almost left, and he is a minor in a foreign country, encountering this kind of sexual harassment by his colleagues.

Before the man could say anything, Sheng Mingzhi gave Ning Hua a sharp kick.

Ning Hua was in so much pain that he lost his footing and almost fell to the ground.

Mr. Sheng, a villain's revenge is simply one more point too late.

Sheng Mingzhi glared at Ning Hua: "Who are you again? You're just a piece of trash!"

Fearing that the man who helped him would leave, he scolded Ning Hua and hastily turned his head to steady the brave waiter: "Don't be afraid. The two of us are now beating him, we should have no problem. Since you helped me, you have to be a good person to the end, you can't just run away after pulling the hatchet for me."

Even asking for help is justified.

Worried that the man wouldn't understand, he said it once in Chinese, translated it into English and then stumbled over his hands and knees to translate it into Italian.

By the looks of him, he should also be of Asian descent.

I just don't know which country it's from.

After he had finished, and seeing that the man did not reply for half a day, Sheng Mingzhi panicked.

It's over, it's over, he's not so unlucky that it's a Japanese guy he's meeting.

Just as Sheng Mingzhi was thinking hard in his head, searching his brain for Japanese - and realising that the only Japanese he knew was "Da Baa".

The waiter finally laughed, his voice clean and gentle, infectious, dispelling the tension in Sheng Mingzhi's mind.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

The man paused and said slowly, "I am Chinese, you can speak Chinese to me."

......

......

The next moment, Sheng Mingzhi's face heats up.

Embarrassed beyond belief.

"Oh." Sheng Mingzhi squeezed out a stiff, "Thank you."

Ning Hua ran away.

Two against one, he really couldn't beat them.

The two of them were left alone at the entrance to the restaurant.

Sheng Mingzhi thought to himself, "I've said my thanks, why don't I just leave now?

It was just hard to walk outside in the blizzard and he had no umbrella.

Seeming to see Sheng Mingzhi's embarrassment, the man said, "Go sit in the dining room for a while, the snow won't stop for a while."

There is no other solution at the moment.

Sheng Mingzhi followed him back to the restaurant.

The man arranged a window seat for him and Sheng Mingzhi whispered a thank you.

Ghostly, he glanced at the work badge on the man's chest.

"Luke."

Weird name.