When Zhang Jihua stepped into the gate of Lu Mansion, the night was already dark.
The starlight this night is so strong and cold that it can actually reflect the magnificent scene of thousands of waves when the waves hit the shore.
Lu Xingshuo's mansion is located on the Lujiazui Peninsula in Blue Star Taizhou. A high wall stretched across the peninsula tightly surrounding the end of the peninsula that extended into the surrounding sea, blocking countless prying eyes.
No matter how times change, the pattern of physical partitions in one's home is still the favorite of most people. If sophisticated barriers such as protective shields and spiritual array shields were maintained, even the wealthy Lu Xingshuo would not be able to withstand such energy consumption.
The entire Lu Mansion was silent all the time. People coming and going around were walking on tiptoes and making gestures to communicate, for fear of making any noise and disturbing the man who was sleeping in the Yuyuan Garden.
He looked like a middle-aged man, wearing very ordinary clothes. He has a kind face, slightly squinted eyes, and always seems to have a smile on his lips, just like an ordinary uncle next door. If he were walking on the road, no one would have imagined that this person was the Imperial Councilor Lu Xingshuo.
At noon, Lu Xingshuo was here, sitting blankly like a clay sculpture, knocking his eyes, like an old monk in meditation.
When Zhang Jihua approached, Lu Xingshuo opened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly shone with light. The entire Lu Mansion seemed to be affected, and everyone's heart froze. The walking ones stood still and the working ones stopped. They involuntarily stopped any movement and looked cautiously in the direction of the garden.
"Uncle, I'm here."
The two people, who have different surnames, are like biological uncles and nephews, showing a strong affection for each other casually.
"I haven't seen you in ten years, Jihua. You don't seem to have made any progress?"
Zhang Jihua grinned awkwardly and sat down in front of the coffee table, staring at the purple sand teapot on it.
"Uncle, may I have a drink?"
Before Lu Xingshuo could agree, he poured himself a cup of tea, raised his neck and drank it, smacking his lips.
"Comfortable! It still feels the same. Uncle, administrative work always needs people to do it. Besides, in just ten years, even if I work hard, I won't be able to get a promotion. You see Now that you’ve learned how to make tea, it’s still the same as before.”
Lu Xingshuo frowned, nodded to Zhang Jihua with some annoyance and said,
"You are always reasonable! Mr. Zhang, it's enough that you don't provoke those older girls and younger wives. It's said that you secretly raised several commoner girls?"
Lu Xingshuo's tone became stern,
"What do you want to do?"
There is a huge and insurmountable gap between spiritual beings and civilians. It's okay to be a low-level spiritual person, but any level above professionals cannot have any relationship with civilians of the opposite sex.
That's not just a joke after dinner, but the spirit's own personality will collapse.
Zhang Jihua drooped his head and sat upright like a primary school student. When Lu Xingshuo's temper got angry, he didn't dare to explode.
Lu Xingshuo's eyebrows twitched and he warned,
"This kind of thing will never happen again. Just wipe your butt clean when you get back. Remember not to treat others badly."
His tone softened, taking on a hint of a lesson.
"Ten years is not a long time, but it is not a short time. You have spent too much energy on these mundane things. It should be noted that time flies by in a blink of an eye, and I wish I could borrow another five hundred years. Don't think that now As long as you can live a little longer, you will squander your life wantonly."
Lu Xingshuo paused, waved his hand, and said with a bit of hatred,
"You are not even a sage, and now you are lying down? Don't let your ancestors be shamed!"
The first chief councilor of the empire, Master Zhang Wen, was the ancestor of General Zhang Jihua. After all, Zhang Jihua is the eleventh generation grandson of Master Zhang Wen.
The Lu family, the Zhang family, the Zhao family inherited from Master Zhao Lan, and the Zhu family inherited from Master Zhu Jing are all the top wealthy families in the Guhua Empire and are known as the four major families. The origins of these four surnamed families, without exception, are masters from ancient China, and they all started with the first great councilor of the ancient Chinese empire.
These four first great councilors have been close comrades-in-arms since the ancient Chinese AD period before the Lingyuan era.
For two thousand years, these four families have been allies fighting side by side and advancing and retreating together. Privately, the four families may have various conflicts, but externally, the four major families always have only one voice.
The descendants of the four major families all refer to each other as grandfather, uncle, nephew, etc. However, the strange thing is that there is never any marriage between them.
Among the six current high-ranking members of the Guhua Empire, five of them come from the four major families. Tell me, how come the opinions are not unified? Tell me more, how could your family be in decline?
Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and the son of mouse can dig holes. This has been an unbreakable truth since ancient times.
Especially in this era where spiritual practice drives technology, origin is almost an absolute label.
A successful person, if he puts aside his own luck, actually depends to a large extent on the efforts and accumulation of his parents, ancestors, great-great-grandparents, etc. for several or even ten generations.
Being beautiful is an advantage, and living a beautiful life is of course one's own talent and ability. However, what kind of despair would it be to go up against more than ten generations of other people's ancestors alone?
The struggle of each generation will slightly lift the family's ship of destiny until it reaches the other side where the glory comes. It's just that the vast majority of strivers can only make a small splash and wither in the long flow of history.
Why? Do the little people deserve to be crowded at the bottom of human society?
Losing at the starting line is actually a kind of helplessness.
For example, General Zhang Jihua, who was trained by Lu Xingshuo to be as good as his third grandson, was still a nine-star mid-level combat master.
Nine-star spiritual beings, this is the ultimate goal that most spiritual beings strive for, but they are accused of being worthless.
These people who were born with golden keys are more talented than you and work harder than you. How can you compete with them?
I can only look forward to some kind of erratic opportunity, or a glimmer of possibility.
If you think about it carefully, there is a very simple truth:
“How much talent and opportunity does one person’s hard work and struggle have to have to outweigh the efforts of several generations, or even more than a dozen generations?”
The intricately connected wealthy families such as the four major families are shackles that ordinary people can never overcome. Until the current society is destroyed, they can only look forward to its own collapse.
However, if that day does come, it may not be a good thing.
Lu Xingshuo stood up and turned around twice with his hands behind his back. His anger gradually subsided.
"How did you go about the matter you were told?"
Zhang Jihua also stood up, raised his chest and reported,
"Uncle, everything has been arranged. The military has given Kurt two places as non-commissioned officer candidates, and they will be trained by Lina University."
Lu Xingshuo lowered his head and thought for a while, then waved his hand slightly.
"The military cannot interfere in this matter."
Zhang Jihua said with some embarrassment,
"Uncle, the decree just issued by the House of Representatives prohibits any organization from sponsoring the departure of the Kot people, so I used the channels of the military department. The order of the non-commissioned officer candidate has been issued."
Lu Xingshuo clasped his hands behind his back and sneered proudly,
"I don't care about heaven, earth or sponsorship, but I can't control your military department. How can you control me?"
He waved outside, called an attendant, and ordered,
"Let the House of Representatives instruct Lina University to make a report and admit two special admissions students in Meiji."
He turned to look at Zhang Jihua,
"Don't leave at night. Use my space channel to talk to that little girl Kurt. What's her name?"
"Zhou Min."
"Well, you can talk to Zhou Min directly and give her the new order."
