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March of War
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The red fades, the green diminishes, and the July heat rages on. The press conference is already in chaos, with The talented young man Lu Bo nowhere to be found, leaving only a so-called partner to deal with journalists from various countries. Lu Bo, a young prodigy, is widely known for his talent. However, this young man, who always loves to be in the spotlight, has disappeared without a trace from this supposed to be grand press conference.
The press conference organizer frazzled made a bunch of phone calls but couldn't find anyone. Zhou Sheng was preparing backstage and quickly contacted Lu Bo upon hearing the news, surprisingly, the call went through quickly.
After Zhou Sheng dialed his number, he bombarded him with a series of questions: "Where are you? Is there anyone next to you? Can you talk? Make a sound, please." Although he knew that Lu Bo was not easily kidnapped due to his physique and intelligence, he had to be cautious during this special period.
On the other end, Lu Bo nonchalantly laughed and said, "Of course, I'm fine. You don't think I've been kidnapped, do you?"
Continuing before Zhou Sheng could speak, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother Sheng, help me deal with those reporters. Just say I'm not feeling well. You hold the press conference, I have urgent matters to attend to. I'll explain to you later."
Before Zhou Sheng could say anything, the call had already been hung up. He could only curse inwardly, "This stubborn jerk," and then went to the press conference to cover for him.
Lu Bo sat in a corner of the café, playing with the glass in his hand, and looked at the live broadcast of the reporters on his phone with a sardonic smile.
"It's now 3:20, and there are only ten minutes left until the start of the press conference. Next, I will report to everyone the new invention launched by this teenage genius, the Atomic Disintegrator," the reporter excitedly announced. It seems they still don't know that Lu Bo has stood everyone up, and is currently enjoying himself in a small café in Changzhou.
"Lu Bo is only 19 years old, right? It's amazing that he has become a top physicist in the world at such a young age," remarked a few well-dressed customers in the café.
The customer who spoke earlier was also watching the live broadcast of the press conference. Suddenly, he added, " Mr. Zhou really has a good eye. He adopted Lu Bo five years ago when he was just starting out. Although his own son hasn't achieved much, following Lu Bo, he also has a bright future."
"Yeah, I easily got involved in the development of the Atomic Disintegrator. By the way, I heard that Lu Bo is from our hometown Changzhou."
"Really? Which part of Changzhou?"
Lu Bo stood to the side, amused as he listened to them discuss themselves, unable to help but chuckle. Just as he was about to join the conversation, he caught sight of a young couple sitting to his left. The man had a refined and dignified appearance, exuding an air of scholarly nobility that seemed out of place in the noisy street café.
"Like a skilled craftsman, a noble person hones and polishes," Lu Bo mused, momentarily taken aback as this line of poetry came to mind.
The man also smiled when he heard the guests' conversation, with a slight lift at the corner of his eyes, a calm expression, like a gentle spring breeze. "Brother, why are you laughing? Are they not right?" the woman beside him asked. "It's nothing. I just feel that if this Lu Bo is really a smart person, he wouldn't have participated in this press conference. He would have found an excuse to leave on his own and let the young master of Zhou family handle this press conference."
Lu Bo was suddenly interested and raised an eyebrow, turning back to ask, "Why do you say that, my friend?"
Du Bingwen looked up and saw a smiling young man, and with a slight raise of his eyebrows, he smiled gently and said, "As everyone knows, Mr. Zhou is narrow-minded and cannot tolerate others. Seeing his own son always being inferior, although he may not say anything, he must mind it. If this young master from the Zhou family is easygoing, then there will be no trouble between them. But if he is competitive and ambitious, then it will be a problem. Lu Bo has taken all the limelight, so he must be unhappy. As the saying goes, when the moon is full, it wanes, and when the water is full, it overflows. The Atomic Disintegrator is of great significance, but it is also a hot potato. At this critical moment, Lu Bo cannot afford to lose the support of the Zhou family. It's better to go with the flow and give this press conference opportunity to the young master of the Zhou family, which will not only strengthen the relationship with the Zhou family, but also avoid some potential crises."
The girl in white next to them looked puzzled and asked, "What crisis? Brother, how can such a good invention be a hot potato? Besides, this is the first press conference for the Atomic Disintegrator, you know?"
Du Bingwen Looking at his innocent younger sister, not sure what to say.
Lu Bo His eyebrows raised, looking even more amused: "I see, the young master's analysis is quite reasonable. However, from what I know, the young master of the Zhou family is not as mediocre as rumored, so their relationship should be quite good."
Then he smiled at his puzzled sister across from him: "I and Zhou Sheng, the young master of the Zhou family, were high school classmates."
It seems that this young man not only has an extraordinary appearance and temperament, but also understands some political strategies and balancing of power.
Before the words fell, the group of customers in the coffee shop suddenly exclaimed, "Lu Bo is unwell, the press conference will be hosted by Zhou Sheng throughout!"
"Can he host it well? Isn't it said that he's just a figurehead?"
The group of guests started a lively discussion again. Here, Lu Bo smiled at Du Bingwen and said, "Young master guessed it right. Impressive, impressive." Du Bingwen replied, "Just a blind guess, lucky enough to get it right. You're too kind with your praise, sir."
The road is bumpy, with no more smiles, no longer speaking. Outside the window, the fallen leaves are dry and yellow, with the autumn wind whistling.
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