Lu Chengwen wanted to deal with that senator, but he could not use force.
Huo Yunting had specifically warned him about this.
If ancient martial arts were used in business, it would mean breaking the rules. Even if he could make the other side yield this time, everyone would be wary of him from then on. It could even drag down the Huo Group.
Some rules could not be touched.
Of course Lu Chengwen knew that. Even Huaxia expressly prohibited it and kept it under strict control.
Once brute force interfered with normal business operations and competition, the world would descend into chaos.
The consequences would be catastrophic.
Every foundation would be shaken, and all the rules and trust built through long-term effort would collapse.
But in the USA, where he was unfamiliar with everything, how was he supposed to deal with Smith?
That night.
Lu Chengwen's father and mother, along with Lu Chengwen and Lu Chengwu, were bustling around making dumplings.
His mother kneaded the dough and rolled out the wrappers; his father mixed the filling.
As Lu Guanghong mixed the filling, he kept bragging, explaining how dumpling filling ought to be made, what proportions to use, how much sesame oil to add, and how to season it to make it taste better...
Lu Mama kept criticizing him, saying he was too full of himself and that he made it a little too salty every single time.
Lu Chengwu knew how to wrap dumplings. As he worked, he praised his mother for being beautiful and said even the wrappers were beautiful. He said his father really knew his stuff, that the filling smelled delicious. Then he criticized Lu Chengwen, saying his brother was too soft-hearted to handle a mere Smith. If it were him, he would have boiled