Global Film Emperor

Chapter 112 Even Family Members Can Be Scoundrels (Third Update)

"dad."

Lu Ze called out to Lu Weiguo, and the two clinked glasses. This one glass cost Lu Weiguo a month's worth of alcohol. Given the price, it was bound to be delicious. It was smooth on the palate and began to spread a faint warmth in the stomach.

Tonight's meal was very plentiful. Like a normal family, the elderly couple usually just eat whatever they can find, and only when their children arrive will they serve up a large meal of meat and fish.

Lu Ze flicked his cigarette ash, put it in his mouth, and stretched out his hand to Lu Nan: "Come on, let me see your grades."

This was the topic that Lu Ze cared about most besides her parents. She carried the hopes of eight generations of poor farmers in the Lu family. Before he died, Lu Ze's grandfather was still saying, "I haven't seen my two children go to university yet."

Lu Ze felt sorry for his grandfather, so he didn't want Lu Nan to feel the same way. That's why he took it seriously, and failing a course was unacceptable.

Lu Nan took a sip of her chopsticks, and Lu Ze reached out and flicked her hand with the chopsticks. She pouted, picked up her phone, logged into the school's website, found her grades, and showed them to Lu Ze.

"It's alright, I'll get you a new phone after the New Year."

Lu Ze had to admit that he didn't know how to educate children gently, because Lu Nan could be really infuriating at times, and Lu Ze always felt an urge to beat her up. But when her grades were good, he would use the old method of educating children: rewarding them with gifts.

"I don't want it, this is fine with me, you don't need to spend that money."

Lu Nan is still very single, even though she knows that Lu Ze has become famous and made a lot of money. She probably won't be willing to spend money until she earns money herself.

"Give this phone to Dad. Do you think I bought it especially for you?"

Lu Weiguo hasn't changed his phone yet; it's still the same smartphone that came out a few years ago, the one Lu Ze used after he retired from the military.

He definitely wouldn't accept the money Lu Ze bought for him. He was used to using his children's things. Perhaps as a man, he wasn't capable enough, and as a husband, all he could give his wife was a warm bed.

But as a father, he has fulfilled his responsibilities, giving his children everything he has, the best of everything.

"Need not."

Lu Weiguo remained taciturn, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. Since becoming disabled, he sometimes went a whole day without uttering a single word, and even when he did speak, his words became brief.

But Lu Ze was unwilling to give up, not just for a cell phone, but because this man was his father, the father whose face had never lost its smile.

In an effort to cheer his father up, he saved up money and tried all sorts of medicines for his legs, massage equipment, foot baths, and even folk remedies, but his legs still didn't get better. Lu Weiguo remained silent. Only when Lu Ze saw that he could no longer walk and bought him a wheelchair did he lose his temper and shout, "My legs aren't crippled yet!"

Lu Ze downed the remaining two ounces of baijiu and looked at Lu Weiguo: "Dad, I've made money. I'm not poor anymore, and our family isn't poor either. What am I making money for?"

"No matter how much money you make, you shouldn't spend it like this."

"How can my conscience be at peace with me? How can I just watch you suffer?"

"Daze, say less and eat, eat."

Li Yumei didn't know what to say, so she gently nudged Lu Ze to stop talking, and the atmosphere became somewhat silent.

"Grandpa? Grandma? You've already eaten?"

The door was pushed open, and Daqiang, scratching his head, peeked over. He was completely unserious, with the air of a hooligan, and greeted Li Yumei and Lu Weiguo with a grin.

"Daqiang, have you eaten? Why don't you grab a bite here?"

Every respectable family in the village was annoyed by him, but what could they do when his surname was Lu and he had to call Li Yumei "Auntie"? Li Yumei could only put on a smile and get up to greet Lu Qiang.

Lu Ze poured himself a full glass of beer, ignoring Lu Qiang, the fourth son of the second uncle's family. He was the eldest of the group of young hooligans in the village, only two years younger than Lu Ze.

Of course, he was one of the kids who had been beaten up by Lu Ze before. "No need. I've already eaten. You can eat, auntie. Um, I just wanted to ask Brother Ze for a favor."

What could this scoundrel possibly have to do? He usually calls Lu Ze "Da Ze," but now he's calling him "Brother Ze." What could it be?
Lu Ze finished his beer, stubbed out his cigarette, expressionlessly picked up his coat and put it on, then said to Lu Qiang, "Let's go outside and talk."

Daqiang followed Lu Ze out, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to Lu Ze. Lu Ze was disgusted by Daqiang's smirking face.

"I'm done smoking, I just put it off. If you have something to say, just say it."

The wind was a bit strong outside, so Lu Ze tightened his collar and pushed away Da Qiang's outstretched hand holding the cigarette pack.

"Brother Ze, I'm not good with words. I came here because I'm in a difficult situation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to see you. I know you've always disliked me since we were kids, but here's the problem. I really have no other choice but to swallow my pride! I hope you can help your little brother out. We're family after all, both from the Lu family, right?"

Lu Ze chuckled and looked him up and down: "You call that being tongue-tied? Well done, Daqiang, it's been a year since we last met, you've improved a bit."

"It's not that I'm Ze-ge, I really had no other choice, I was extremely anxious, and I'm telling the truth."

"Stop lying and just tell me what happened. Do you even have the nerve to say it?"

Daqiang was a little hesitant, but his acting was so bad that it didn't fool Lu Ze, the actor. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "I want to borrow some money from you."

"How many?"

"Twenty."

Why borrow so much?

"Lease a fishpond and raise fish."

Do my fourth uncle and the others know that you're going to raise fish?

“I know, I told them. I know you’re annoyed with me. I even wanted to ask my dad to borrow some money from you, but he felt it was too shameful for someone of his age to ask a younger person for money. I’m in a hurry too. Someone is competing with me for my fishpond. They want to raise fish too, and we’ve fought several times. Now I’m short of 200,000 yuan. Really, can you help me out, Brother Ze?”

Lu Ze laughed, he really laughed, his face full of undisguised mockery. Trying to put on a pitiful act? He'd be a fool to fool Lu Ze.

"Daqiang, are you trying to raise fish, or do you think I'm out of my mind? Out of money playing poker? Or have you been playing too much King? Are you dreaming? Thinking I'd lend you money? Planning to run away? Where are you going to go with these twenty bucks? Don't think I can't see through you, do you think I'm blind?"

Daqiang's face turned ugly. He wanted to refute something, but he didn't know how. He swallowed his anger and took two breaths.

"If you don't want to lend, then don't lend! Stop talking nonsense! I see now, even if you become rich, you'll still be the same stingy person, stingy with others! Stingy with relatives too! I'll wait until you're down on your luck and then that relative will help you!"

"Even if I'm in trouble, you can't help me. I didn't go to help you because you're my relative. Don't push your luck. I'm warning you, Daqiang."

"cut!"

Daqiang snorted coldly, completely turning his back on Lu Ze. He gave Lu Ze a disdainful look and then left without looking back. Lu Ze watched him leave, then turned around and went back into the house, poured himself a beer, and drank it down.

"Mom, cook more dishes tomorrow."

Li Yumei knew what he meant, nodded, and said nothing more.

After dinner, Lu Ze watched TV for a while, then went upstairs to rest. His bedroom was very clean, about 20 square meters in size. He lay on the soft bed, covered himself with a blanket, hung up a lamp, and entered the system space.

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(End of this chapter)