Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Lu Xiaobu listened to Smith's words, calmly looked at him: "Do you really like this bamboo sedan chair?"

"Yep, I really do!"

Smith said with utmost sincerity.

"Alright then, six hundred."

Lu Xiaobu gestured a number.

In his heart, there really wasn't much difference between six hundred and six million; what he wanted was an attitude.

"Deal!"

Smith was silent for a while, but at last, he nodded.

"Fine, take it with you!"

Lu Xiaobu appeared very satisfied.

The audience was terrified.

"Holy cow, it really happened!?"

"A bamboo sedan chair, six million!?"

"Oh my god!"

"Do you think, if I start learning this now, is it too late for me?!"

"You probably won't make it, but your son might!"

"Yeah! Let my son learn it! If he masters it, he won't have to worry about food and clothes for life!"

"..."

The audience excitedly discussed among themselves.

Those five Japanese felt like they had been slapped... no, slapped with six million hands across their faces!

It hurt so bad!

Who was this exhibition organized for!?

It was for them!

Why did they come to this exhibition!?

For fame and fortune!

And the result!

The exhibition was held, and they attended!

But in the end, all the fame and fortune were pocketed by someone else!

And they became five completely sidelined characters!

All the exhibits in the room, those posters that looked so imposing, seemed to be telling them a few words - showing off in front of Guan Gong!

As for Zhan Longyan's face, it was pulled so out of shape it no longer looked human!

All this from beginning to end was his design!

The exhibition was his!

The business was his!

The plot against Lu Xiaobu was also his plan!

He had originally wanted to make Lu Xiaobu lose face badly!

But the original target was not achieved; instead, Lu Xiaobu gave him a hard slap!

Not only was he slapped, but he also took away all the fame and fortune!

The whole scheme he meticulously planned turned out to be wedding clothes for Lu Xiaobu!

What a joke, a huge joke!

At this moment, Lu Xiaobu's gaze turned to Zhan Longyan, his lips curving into a cold smile: "Zhan Longyan, as the organizer, don't you have something to say?"

What did this mean?!

This was telling Zhan Longyan - don't expect to keep your silence like before, I want to hear you admit defeat in person!

With these words, everyone's gaze fell upon Zhan Longyan!

Zhan Longyan's complexion became even uglier!

How could he not know what Lu Xiaobu meant!

He understood, he understood all too well!

But precisely because he understood all too well, he felt all the more humiliated in his heart!

Lu Xiaobu, you're ruthless!

But in his current situation, he had no choice!

In the end, he could only squeeze out a smile, and through gritted teeth that were almost shattered, he forced out a few words: "Congratulations! Congratulations!"

After saying these four words, it was as if all the power was drained from his body!

Hateful! Powerless! Angry! Humiliated!

All these emotions were constantly mixing in his heart!

He had always thought that if he ever encountered Lu Xiaobu, he would certainly not end up with a bleak outcome like Xia Jie. Instead, he would teach Lu Xiaobu a harsh lesson!

But the result!

Just as he wished, he encountered him!

However, it wasn't him who beat up Lu Xiaobu, but rather Lu Xiaobu that had soundly thrashed him!

He had mocked Xia Jie before!

Yet he ended up with the same fate as Xia Jie!

However!

Facing Lu Xiaobu, is this the end of it!?

"Then thank you! Come, come, Zhan Longyan, come over for a photo together!"

Lu Xiaobu said indifferently.

The congratulations just now were a verbal admission of defeat, and now this photo opportunity was the written admission of defeat agreement!

Upon hearing this, Zhan Longyan trembled with rage!

Lu Xiaobu, don't you go too far!

He was roaring furiously in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single word!

In fact, he even had to walk over to Lu Xiaobu with mechanical steps!

Today, he was the organizer!

The request Lu Xiaobu made was both reasonable and appropriate. He could not refuse!

If he kept silent, if he refused, he would only be laughed at — for having no sportsmanship, no character, making a fool of himself in front of foreigners! Lu Xiaobu won glory for the country, but he was just dragging his feet!

So, he must go!

He had to go whether he liked it or not!

No matter how humiliated he felt inside, he had to move forward and take this photo!

To be precise, it was to sign this written admission of defeat agreement!

Liang Lan watched this scene with a beautiful smile curling at her lips!

Targeting Young Master Bu!?

Now are you in trouble!

Your targeting attempts not only failed, but they also served to enhance Young Master Bu's prestige and, at the same time, promoted the domestic bamboo crafts!

You should know that originally Young Master just planned to come to this exhibition to learn, without expecting anything!

But you all personally washed up the spoils of war, cut it into appropriate sizes, and then delivered it straight to Young Master Bu's mouth, giving us a full meal!

Now, whom can you blame!?

"Click!"

The flash flashed once.

Lu Xiaobu's calm expression, Smith's excited expression, and Zhan Longyan's smile that looked more like crying—unable to hide his deep scheming, looking as if he had eaten shit—were all captured!

This was Lu Xiaobu's victory, Zhan Longyan's defeat!

Soon, this matter began to be crazily reported everywhere!

This one photo was sent out by all the major newspapers!

"Boosting Our Country's Prestige!"

"Bamboo Craftsmanship, an Art Forgotten by People"

"Promoting Traditional Culture"

"Evidence Shows, Lu Xiaobu's Traditional Craft School Has Profound Significance"

"As Our Economic Power Strengthens, Cultural Exports Should Also Be Put on the Agenda"

"Those Lost Skills, the Forgotten Crafts"

"..."

These reports, along with that 'admission of defeat agreement,' spread across the nation.

Naturally, the first to learn of the news was Xia Jie, ranked first on the Second Level Rich List.

"Hey, Zhan Longyan, now you know how tough Lu Xiaobu is, don't you!" Xia Jie's emotions were complicated.

There was the disappointment of watching a comrade fail, but also the satisfaction of seeing someone who once mocked him end up with a downcast, dirt-streaked face.

A mixture of feelings, indescribable with just a few words!

Zhan Longyan sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, with a cigarette in his left hand and a drink in his right, and said to Xia Jie on the computer screen: "You're here to laugh at me, aren't you?"

Xia Jie fell silent for a moment: "Yes! I've come to laugh at you! But, I'm also here to warn you!"

Zhan Longya: "Warn me about what?!"

Xia Jie: "Lu Xiaobu has grown increasingly stronger! The six-month challenge that we once thought was a joke has now become a sword hanging over our heads! If we let him go on like this, there is only one result—just like the Wen Family Hall, we will be utterly crushed under Lu Xiaobu's feet!"

"It's impossible!" Zhan Longyan stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with endless rage: "I will never let that happen!"

Xia Jie: "Then you need to listen to me!"