Martin Boots said to the young lord:
"Young lord, calm down. What do you call a guy like him? A nouveau riche show-off! He's got a little money and can't resist flaunting it. Why get worked up over him? Look at who he is and who you are. He's just a lousy businessman. You're Lord Dean's grandson."
Bu Ersun pointed at Lu Chengwen. "Just look how smug he is!"
"Young lord, don't stoop to his level," Martin Boots said. "Once we're back home, could he ever outshine you? Speaking of which, young lord, I don't think I'll be fit for fieldwork anymore. Could you put in a word with the Dean and get me sent home? It's tough out here! These foreigners don't know how things work, can't understand a word I say, and they're stingy as hell."
"I know!"
Bu Ersun snapped, "Lu Chengwen! Aren't you afraid all that food will go to waste!?"
Lu Chengwen froze. He's right!
"Hey, my friend," Lu Chengwen called.
Martin Boots snorted. "What?"
"Do you like lobster?"
Martin Boots paused, his expression shifting several times. "It's all right."
Lu Chengwen pointed. "Take him two. And some Foie Gras Sauce. Hey, hey, hey, who's that tiny bit supposed to feed? Give him more! Hell, if the elders next door hear about this, they'll think I can't afford it! Two jars! Two jars per room!"
"Send some to Elder Lin Jiangxian, whom I admire, Elder Po Zhenzi, whom I respect, and my Uncle Old Zheng, too!"
Martin Boots stared. "CEO Lu, that's... not really appropriate, is it?"
"Tsk! We're all brothers here!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Meeting like this is fate. Honestly, I can't compare to any of you. My martial arts aren't much, my standing isn't high, and my sect isn't anything special. All I've