RNP Chapter 29 Old Tang
Chapter 29 Old Tang
It turns out that money can drive people crazy, and getting extra money at the last minute can drive them even crazier.
Tempted by Su Daqiang's offer of 100,000 yuan in cash, Lao Tang, as if injected with brand-new, scalding hot engine oil, grabbed Lu Mingfei and flew out of the building.
Of course, this is just an adjective.
For Lao Tang, money is life; a life without making money is meaningless.
Lu Mingfei could understand why Lao Tang would act this way. During his three years of knowing Lao Tang, he learned that Lao Tang was an orphan who had been living on the streets and whose fate was unknown until he was adopted by a kind-hearted American old man.
The old man didn't have much money, but he was kind enough that even though he himself was struggling, he still gave Old Tang as much space to grow up and sheltered him from the storm.
In the days when Lao Tang was still clueless, he taught Lao Tang how to cook and dress, and even bought him new clothes for holidays.
Lu Mingfei could even recall the nostalgia that filled Lao Tang's words when he reminisced about the days they spent together.
After all, in the United States, a place with simple and honest people, it may be prosperous, but when it comes to street safety, that's a different story.
Not to mention that Old Tang lived in a notorious poor area of Polklin, where there were not only shootings and drug trafficking, but also street gangs everywhere. Lu Mingfei used to feel terrified just hearing about it, and he could also feel how difficult it was for Old Tang, as an orphan, to have a place to stay.
He understood to some extent the feeling of struggling to find a foothold in the mud, just like when he looked at the distant lights from his aunt's balcony and always felt like a superfluous shadow.
The orphan's shelter was a dilapidated house that leaked wind and rain, yet it was more precious than anything else.
Regarding the old man's cause of death, Old Tang seemed quite nonchalant. He said the man died suddenly from an illness he couldn't afford treatment for. Old Tang added that the man's health had never been good anyway, and even if he had the money, he probably couldn't have been saved.
He was still laughing as he spoke, but Lu Mingfei could sense a deep sadness in his voice.
It doesn't surge up, but seeps out slowly, like the tide washing over your ankles. By the time you realize it, it's already up to your chest, making you shiver with cold.
He didn't ask the other person why they suddenly dropped out of high school after the old man died.
Based solely on Lao Tang's past boasting, it was learned that after dropping out of school, the other party worked various jobs for a long time, including carrying goods at the docks and washing dishes in restaurants, saying things like "I have plenty of strength," but there was always an emptiness in his words.
Perhaps this is why Lu Mingfei was willing to confide in Lao Tang; the two are very similar, in every way.
"Shall we take my car?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"No problem, we have to go quickly just for this money!" Old Tang took out the stack of red bills from his bag, roughly separated them without counting them, and stuffed them into Lu Mingfei's trench coat pocket.
"What is this? The fare?" Lu Mingfei said.
"What fare? We're partners, of course we'll split the money." Old Tang seemed carefree, as if he didn't care about money, but he still carefully wrapped up the remaining banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket.
Lu Mingfei waved his hand, ignoring all of that. He glanced down at his pocket, made sure nothing had fallen out, and then got into the car.
"Here, take it."
The long-legged girl in the front row turned around, her bright red nail polish curling up at the corner of her finger. Her eyelashes fluttered like fans as she spoke with a teasing tone, "Hey, Lu, this little bit of money won't tempt me, will it? At least get a green one, right?"
"What are you thinking? I just asked you to keep it for me, what do you mean 'give it to you'? It's mine!" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, saying as he picked up the headset he had taken off earlier and put it back on, adding irritably, "And you, what are you laughing at!?"
"Hehe, I just thought of something hilarious." Chip Girl burst into uncontrollable laughter on the other end, like a flock of ducks whose necks had been stepped on, her voice broken and fragmented: "Hahaha... Lu Mingfei! You know what? This is the first time I've ever seen her get the short end of the stick in front of a man! Didn't she always say that the men chasing her could line up from Tokyo Bay to the Seine? I never thought she'd fall for you today!"
"It's boring." Lu Mingfei shook his head.
"What do you mean, 'boring'?" Old Tang, who had just sat down, was a little confused because he hadn't seen what Lu Mingfei was doing.
"It's nothing," Lu Mingfei said casually, then glanced at the documents in his hand, noticing the destination listed. "So, shall we go and settle this matter now?"
"I'm fine, and the employer even paid extra." Old Tang scratched his head, expressing his thoughts, "I have experience with this kind of thing, I just need to go through the motions, maybe it's a problem with my special constitution."
"Special physique?" Lu Mingfei immediately became interested and, after gesturing for the long-legged man to drive, began to ask questions.
"What special constitution? Are you also a Grim Reaper elementary school student?"
When it comes to supernatural physical attributes, Lu Mingfei immediately thinks of a certain super detective in an anime who causes deaths wherever he goes, but there are probably no ghosts in this world.
Even if there is one, it will only be related to the so-called dragon, which means that Lao Tang is also related to the dragon.
But thinking about it this way, it makes sense. As the saying goes, the poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology. In this world, how can you get ahead without a skill?
Not to mention an orphan like Lao Tang, who can take orders on a hunter website full of all sorts of people, he must have some skills.
"No!" Old Tang waved his hand. "Who wants that kind of physique? I have a special ability."
As he spoke, he moved closer to Lu Mingfei, covering his mouth with his hand: "I've noticed that in some commissions involving special animals, everything seems to go smoothly as soon as I participate. I can get paid just by walking around."
"You don't have to do anything?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"Nothing's needed!" Old Tang nodded cautiously. "It's a secret. You have to keep it a secret for me. The employer can't know I didn't do anything!"
"That's it?" Lu Mingfei frowned, nodded, and asked again, "You can get so much money just by going through the motions? Don't you feel uneasy about it?"
"Of course I'm not at ease!" Old Tang slumped his shoulders, his expression relaxing. "If the employer knew the job was so easy, they'd definitely dock my pay."
"No, besides deducting money, what else?" The boy was dumbfounded. "Don't you want to know why this is happening?"
"I don't want to. What's the point of knowing so much?" Old Tang then adopted his usual roguish attitude from casual conversations: "The more you know, the more trouble you'll have. I'd rather not know."
"............."
Lu Mingfei had a lot to say but didn't know where to begin, and for a moment he couldn't find anyone to talk to.
No, I just remembered there's another one.
Lu Mingfei took out his phone, opened the chat window labeled "Chu Zihang," and typed, "Senior brother, do you think it's better to know more or less?"
Lu Mingfei put down his phone, feeling that it was much better to have spoken up. Just as he was about to put his phone back in his pocket, it suddenly lit up. The other person replied instantly: "It's best if you don't regret it."
It was very simple, so simple that Lu Mingfei had to think about it to understand what the other party meant.
"Then, senior brother, do you think anyone could directly scare away dragon-blooded creatures?" Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and decided to pass the question on to Chu Zihang.
Ten seconds after the message was sent, the other party replied: "I don't know, but I suggest you stay away from this so-called 'person'."
Before Lu Mingfei could ask why, Chu Zihang sent his next message. The next second, Lu Mingfei's pupils constricted.
"Dragon-blooded creatures are not afraid of hybrids whose dragon blood is controlled by humans. They only fear those with purer bloodlines, such as the second-generation and first-generation species, the latter also known as the Four Kings."