He Dali smiled. "Uncle, you're in such good health. You don't look anywhere close to sixty."
Lu Guanghong said, "Yesterday, he told me he was bringing a friend home for dinner today. He also said you were from the martial world."
"Yes..."
"To be honest, I didn't want to receive you."
"This..."
Lu Guanghong smiled. "I hate martial artists. All that fighting and killing, always talking about benevolence and morality, when really it's all for power, money, or women. Boring."
"Heh heh, Uncle, you see things clearly."
"But Cheng Wen told me you were different. He said you were a gentleman, a good young man who understood right from wrong and knew shame."
"Senior Brother praised me too highly."
"I prepared some gifts for you. I heard your parents are both still around, though their health isn't very good. As it happens, one of my daughters-in-law is the president of a pharmaceutical company. They have several traditional medicines, secret formulas passed down for many years. I brought some for you. Take them with you when you leave, and give my regards to your parents."
He Dali's eyes reddened, and he was about to bow down. "Thank you, Uncle."
"Oh, look at you, child. Get up, get up. We're businesspeople here; we don't do this sort of thing. Get up..."
He Dali was already overwhelmed.
The more kindness he received from the Lu Family, the more uneasy he felt.
That evening, Lu Chengwen personally drove him to the airport.
Lu Chengwen said, "Junior Brother, it's time for us to part."
"Senior Brother..."
Lu Chengwen glanced at the plane. "My family has two private jets. My younger brother took the larger one to transport seafood, so this one will take you home."
"Huh?"
He Dali looked up. This was the small