Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"No problem, no problem!" Neo felt as if he had been pardoned. He dragged his limp legs and instinctively wanted to get away from this group of inhuman guys.

"Neo, how about we go together..." A young man didn't know what happened in that short half minute. He looked at Neo who came back, his face full of confusion.

"Shut up and go!" Neo glared at the young man who spoke, his face as gloomy as a piece of blue iron.

Thirteen well-dressed young men appeared in a heroic and imposing manner and left in a hurry, leaving everyone stunned. It was like a model walking on the catwalk who suddenly said, "I forgot to turn off the gas at home," and then left alone, leaving the audience disheveled in the wind.

"Great idea, bro! I thought those guys were out to pick a fight! I was ready to roll up my sleeves!" Old Tang gave Finger a thumbs-up. In just a few minutes, the two men had become incredibly close, their relationship incredibly solid.

"Hey, I'm not bragging, my face is very valuable! Back then, even in Kassel Academy where elite talents were as numerous as carp crossing the river, who would dare not give me face if I mentioned the name 'Fingal'..." Finkel stuck out his butt and raised the corners of his mouth, and began to "reminisce about the past."

"Come on, go away!" Lu Mingfei couldn't stand it anymore and kicked Fingle on the perky butt.

The customs at the pass began to release people, and people started to move around. The crowded teams looked like a flowing black tide. They came from all corners of the world and were gathered here by the current of fate.

……

After Lu Mingfei and the others had left, a Bombardier landed gracefully on the private runway at Beijing Capital Airport. It was a private jet that had flown from Hong Kong, and unlike most private jets, it was painted pure black. The plane had barely come to a stop when its hatch opened, and before the ramp could even reach it, two figures leaped from the hatch, their feet in three-inch heels, yet their landings were as light as swifts.

Jude Mai, carrying a large Louis Vuitton travel bag and a Gucci purse, stretched out in the bright sunshine, shedding the fatigue of a long journey. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. Sanwu, still masked, looked even smaller standing next to Jude Mai, yet her impressively proportioned figure exuded a delicate beauty. Her hands were empty.

Their beauty is different, just like two black roses, one blooming wantonly, oozing with passion; the other in bud, hazy and tempting.

The Capital Airport was bustling with activity, with numerous planes still taking off and landing. The men among the disembarking passengers couldn't help but gravitate towards the two girls, instinctively touching their noses to check for a nosebleed. Even though one of the girls' faces was covered, her aura of a mature woman and a young girl still captivated everyone. The sight of Mai Jude and Sanwu together was enough to satisfy any man's fantasy.

"They've already left." Sanwu looked past the crowd coming and going and into the distance.

"Oh wow, you have to blame that potato chip chick. The airplane party was a step late, so you didn't catch up with your lover." Jiude Mai teased, then she saw Sanwu's cold eyes looking at her and begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, it's my lover, and I have a crush on Lu Mingfei. Now I can't catch up with him, I feel very sorry, are you satisfied?"

Sanwu was too lazy to pay attention to this funny guy. She walked quickly towards the VIP passage in her high heels. Her slender heels made pleasant sounds on the smooth granite, like the crisp sound of an ancient bell.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Jude Mai took a long step and caught up with her.

A stretched Hummer SUV waited outside the VIP passage. A black-clad driver and bodyguard respectfully opened the door, and the two women stepped inside. The door immediately closed, and a fierce blast of air erupted from the Hummer's exhaust vents as it sped away.

The Hummer's rear compartment had been converted into a private space, completely separated from the driver's seat, with cherry wood upholstery and lambskin carpeting. In the climate-controlled wine cabinet, crystal wine glasses filled with expensive wines clinked with the swaying of the car's body. A large kangaroo-leather sofa faced a 42-inch LCD screen, whose red and green lines displayed real-time stock price movements from the New York Stock Exchange.

The girl was curled up in the big sofa, with black plastic-framed glasses on her nose and long chestnut-dyed hair hanging down, obscuring her expression. She was wearing a loose white T-shirt and washed blue wide-leg jeans. A pair of home flip-flops were placed on the floor of the sofa, and next to her was an Alien laptop... The girl looked like a bored stay-at-home girl.

But she was scribbling rapidly on paper with one hand, holding her car phone with the other, her eyes fixed on the large LCD screen in front of her, looking like a powerful woman. The girl said sternly, "Buy, buy, buy! Any company involved in new energy and clean energy that's willing to sell its shares will be acquired!"

As she spoke, she grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing them up fiercely. "Don't question my decision! Two minutes ago, the United Nations officially launched its energy reform plan. The development of new energy will be the trend of the future! Don't ask me where I got this information, or if it's reliable! Several crazy people I know have already started to abandon oil and use new energy to build cars! Even though new energy stocks are plummeting right now, as long as we connect them in parallel and wait for the wind to blow, even a pig can fly!"

"Hi! Potato Chip girl! Look who's here to see you!" Jiude Mai threw down her travel bag and raised her hand to grab the other person's chest.

"Hey, don't touch me without permission!" The potato chip girl quickly raised her hands to protect her chest.

But it was too late. As a ninja, Jude Mai wanted to touch anything, just like drawing a sword to cut the enemy's throat. Actions were always faster than words. Before the potato chip girl raised her hand, she had already finished pinching with satisfaction and nestled comfortably on the sofa, kicking off her high heels and crossing her legs.

"Very good, very good, you have made progress again, keep it up!" Jiude Mai stretched out his claws towards Sanwu again, but was intercepted by the other party in mid-air.

"What do you want from me?" Sanwu looked at Potato Chip Girl, speaking concisely as always.

"It's not me who's looking for you, it's the boss." The potato chip girl scratched her shiny hair that hadn't been washed for three days. "To be precise, it's not the boss who's looking for you, but he wants us three to get together... It seems like the boss has lost his mind again lately."

"Is it because of the bounty mission in the Hunter Market? One hundred million US dollars may not be a lot of money, but the person who posted it is very good at gambling. He must be a master of gambling. With just one sentence, he has brought all the mixed-bloods in the world to the gambling table!" Jiude Mai said excitedly.

"Come on, how can you, who only spend money and never earn it, say that $100 million isn't a lot of money? Especially this girl!" The potato chip girl looked at Sanwu resentfully. "The Seven Deadly Sins brought in $100 million, and that damn armor cost $500 million. Add in the fishing fees, and you've lost another $402 million! Even a spendthrift wouldn't spend money this way!"

"I didn't ask you to pay the five hundred million." Sanwu's words almost choked the potato chip girl.

"Alright, alright. I know you two are rich women, and I'm the poor one." Jiude Mai hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Let's get down to business. Since you called us here, you should have already understood the situation."

The potato chip girl nodded. She opened the flight schedule for Beijing Capital Airport on her computer and projected it onto the large LCD screen. Nine flights were marked red, and fourteen were marked green. "The red ones are charter flights, each with over three hundred mixed-bloods on board. The green ones are private flights, each carrying an average of five people... Over three thousand mixed-bloods have already made their way to Beijing!"

"Wow! What a lively scene! These guys are lining up to bring food to the Dragon King!" Jiude Mai laughed. "Do they think slaying a dragon is like going to a temple fair? Anyone can buy a ticket and get in and have a go?"

"But among these people are Finger von Frings, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei, three guys who are notoriously unconventional." Potato Chip Girl's face became serious. "And this time, there's even a bounty hunter among their team."

"Bounty hunter?" Jiude Mai was stunned.

"Yes! I looked through the resume of this hunter, it's ridiculously rich!" The potato chip girl printed Lao Tang's information on an A4 paper, giving a copy to Jiude Mai and Sanwu.

"Damn it, 'Jun Yan'?" Jiude Mai wiped her eyes, she even thought she was dazzled.

"Yes, the dangerous Word Spirit of Number 89. Chu Zihang alone is troublesome enough, and now here come two users of 'Jun Yan'... My scalp tingles!" Potato Chip Girl said in a deep voice, "His 'Jun Yan' is even more troublesome than Chu Zihang's!"

"No, no, no, isn't this guy Lu Mingfei's friend? How can the words of a comrade be described as 'troublesome'? It should be 'powerful', right?" Jiude Mai's eyes lit up. "The enemy is the Dragon King. Of course, the more powerful our allies are, the better!"

"But here's the problem! I received an email from my boss half a day ago, and then notified you." Potato Chip Girl whispered, "The order is to ensure that Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Lao Tang, Xia Mi and the Dragon King 'Fenrisulfr' successfully meet!"

"Damn it!" Jude Mai couldn't help but swear. "Boss, do you think these people are legislators? Or online friends? They say they're going to meet? If any three of them get together, it could be a catastrophe! Are we supposed to just bring them a round table, heat up some tea, and expect them to sit down and chat peacefully?"

"So I'm saying the boss has lost his mind again. The condition is that all five parties must be present at the same time. This means we have to find a way to get all five of them together, including a dragon!" The potato chip girl sighed, "But this is only part of the order."

Chapter 151 The Forbidden Love Between Man and Dragon

"Sometimes I really don't understand. Is the boss crazy or wise? We used to only have to be mothers to Lu Mingfei, but now there are so many people involved! What does he want us to do? Will he let us get married in front of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi's families before he'll give up?"

Jiude Mai held his forehead deeply.

"Your guess is pretty close... but the reality is even more outrageous than you imagined." The potato chip girl sighed deeply. "The rest of the order is that he must witness a forbidden love between a human and a dragon... blessed by the whole world!"

"The whole world's blessing? A forbidden love?" Jiude Mai was dumbfounded. "Is the boss crazy? Didn't he say it was a forbidden love? Shouldn't it be condemned by everyone? Can a human and a dragon's love affair be made public? They've done good deeds in their past lives by doing it secretly without getting criticized! And you still expect everyone to bless them?"

"Since this is Lu Mingfei's will, why not do something big and crazy, let the whole world be a witness and obey his will!" Potato Chip Girl suddenly became serious and spoke in a serious tone.

Then, like a deflated ball, her tone softened. "This is how the boss's email ends. No one would think this is something a normal person could do, right? I wasn't optimistic about Chu Zihang and Xia Mi to begin with. The half-bloods and the Dragon King are known sworn enemies. How on earth can I get everyone's blessing?"

"Should we find all the half-bloods gathered in BJ one by one, put knives to their necks, and interrogate them, saying, 'Hey, this sword is only 0.01 centimeters away from your throat. A forbidden love between a human and a dragon is now placed before you. If you don't bless it, my knife is sharp and swift. So, do you bless it? Bless it? Or bless it?'" Jiude Mai imitated the tone of "A Chinese Odyssey". "But wouldn't that be too inefficient? And we'd be blacklisted by half-blood families all over the world!"

"Or we can kidnap the United Nations and tell the whole world in front of a live interview that if you all don't bless the newlyweds, we will kill all your heads of state! All of them!" Jude Mai said fiercely.

"Don't be crazy! Do you want to start World War III?" The potato chip girl shook the crazy woman Jiude Mai's shoulders, trying to sober her up. "Do you think we are terrorists? Well, sometimes we are almost like that... But your actions are no longer outrageous. Girl, you are not playing with fire anymore, you are dancing on a nuclear warhead!"

"Then what should we do! The boss is trying to kill us. The whole world will go crazy at this rate!" Jude Mai inserted her ten slender fingers into her black hair. She was already frantic. "Or we will go crazy first!"

"But we all know the boss's style. His orders cannot be disobeyed. We can only go against logic. Even if it drives the whole world crazy, we must make everyone truly bless this forbidden love between a human and a dragon." Potato Chip Girl patted Jude Mai's shoulder to show her comfort. "So after reading the email, I immediately sent a plane to pick you up and bring you to BJ. If time permits, I would hug you and Sanwu and cry my heart out together, but the time given by the boss is too hasty... Wait, Sanwu!"

"What about Sanwu? What do you think, Sanwu?" The potato chip girl suddenly remembered that there was another person here. She looked at Sanwu with a burning gaze. "Do you think it would be more direct to hold a knife to the necks of the mixed-bloods, or would it be more efficient to kidnap the heads of government around the world?"

This girl looks crazy too.

"I don't know." Sanwu said sincerely, "But the result of doing this probably won't be blessings, but curses. What's worth blessing is a heartwarming story, like a fairy tale like 'the prince saves the princess from the dragon, and they live happily together'."

"Oh my god! I thought you were just young, Sanwu, but I didn't expect you actually have such a naive little princess inside you! So innocent and naive!" Potato Chip Girl exclaimed, covering her mouth. Her exaggerated face instantly collapsed. "But innocence and innocence are useless. Even Andersen and Zheng Yuanjie can't save us! Fairy tales are beautiful because they are stories, but the real world is so cruel... Do you think we will be sent to the clan house if we can't do what our boss tells us to do?"

The tone of Potato Chip Girl was resentful, just like a concubine who was about to be banished in a palace drama. She had been staying up late to watch Qing Dynasty palace dramas recently.

"Fairy tale... fairy tale... fairy tale!" Jude Mai muttered to herself, repeating it several times, chewing over Sanwu's seemingly innocent words, and then she clapped her hands fiercely.

"Ahhhh, it's just a fairy tale! Why didn't I think of it! Sanwu, you are simply a genius!" Jiude Mai hugged Sanwu's petite body tightly in her arms. Her excited look shocked the latter so much that she didn't even have time to resist.

"What do you mean?" Potato Chip Girl was stunned. "Fairy tale? What did you think of? You're crying and telling me that? Fairy tales are all lies? You're not going to write a song for them to get the whole world to bless them, are you?"

She couldn't help but hum.

"Writing a song is so stupid... But my idea is similar. Anyway, I need 100 million for the event. Let me do the math. 100 million should be enough for the initial stage, and then we can rely on the snowball effect to make it grow bigger and bigger!" Jiude Mai waved her hand. "One hundred million US dollars, please issue me fifty promissory notes for two million."

"Hey! Can you please stop making a hundred million sound like it's easy?! The money you're spending is all earned by me, the accountant's daughter, through hard work!" The potato chip girl complained as she pulled out a stack of promissory notes and started counting off the zeros, all the while beaming. "One hundred million can solve such an urgent problem. What a bargain, what a bargain!"

Ling looked left at this, right at that. In fact, she didn't follow the train of thought of these two people at all. Why did they cry as if their parents had died, and then be happy as if their parents had crawled out of the grave.

……

Ten hours later, in a central Chinese city, at the headquarters of Zhiyin Media Company.

The editor-in-chief pushed open the door of the conference room. The dazzling sunlight hit his thick glasses. He squinted his eyes. The uninvited guest was sitting at the top seat of the round table in the conference room with his back to the sunlight, waiting for him.

He was a straight-limbed Chinese man, seemingly no older than thirty. He wore a sophisticated dark gray suit and matching tie, and his smile was as radiant as a spring breeze. The girl sitting next to him, wearing a black dress and flesh-colored stockings, was probably his secretary; she looked young and astute.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm from Hong Kong. Our law firm specializes in corporate mergers and acquisitions, spin-offs, refinancing, and listing-related legal services." The man stood up and handed over a gold-stamped business card with a smile.

This is a prestigious law firm, or rather a notorious one. This group of vicious lawyers chases down companies on the verge of bankruptcy in the Bay Area, usually squeezing the company out of business, breaking it up, and then selling it on the market for a profit. Behind them are often investment tycoons with huge assets.

"Hello, I'm not sure what the purpose of your visit is..." The editor-in-chief glanced at the business card and smiled cautiously. Few people from financial institutions came to their office; most of their regular visitors were journalists and authors. He had almost no experience dealing with financial lawyers.

The lawyer took an envelope from the assistant, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward the editor-in-chief. "This is a promissory note for two million dollars. One of our clients is very interested in the works of your company's "Xiaoshuohui" and "Zhiyin Manke" sections..."

The editor-in-chief was stunned for a moment, then said sternly, "Excuse me, but you should know that Xiaoshuohui and Zhiyin Manke are two major profitable projects in our company. Two million US dollars is far from enough to acquire either of these projects or to invest in our company."

He secretly sighed at the lawyer's ignorance. How could he think that two million yuan could shake up their media company, which is one of the best in mainland China.

"I think you've misunderstood," the lawyer smiled. "Our purpose in coming here this time isn't to acquire shares or conduct a merger, nor will it affect your company's business. I'm simply representing a client and have commissioned your company to create a new section for Xiaoshuohui and Zhiyin Manke within a week. This section will be a fairy tale that will be serialized for five days. The requirements are that our story must occupy a sufficient amount of space, and we only need five days. After five days, we will not interfere with whether this exclusive fairy tale section is scrapped or replaced with another story."

The editor-in-chief was stunned. He subconsciously glanced at the envelope on the table, which contained a promissory note for two million US dollars.

Two million US dollars, equivalent to over 12 million RMB, could almost open up a whole new section of novels or comics. But all they wanted was a five-day serialization? It sounded like a trap... and a tempting one at that!

"I know this all sounds incredible, but I really can't refuse that client's request. She's incredibly powerful." The lawyer noticed the editor's hesitation and lowered his voice. "She's been a die-hard fan of Xiaoshuohui and Zhiyin Manke for a long time. Her house is piled high with magazines several people tall. Rumor has it that two of her good friends are getting together, and she hopes to have her story serialized in the two popular publications, Xiaoshuohui and Zhiyin Manke, using their names and the protagonists' names, to receive the blessings of many people."

"What a lavish investment! Two million dollars to fabricate a fabricated story for a friend. It sounds like your client is a very generous and romantic person!" the editor-in-chief sighed.

"Then I don't know. But two million for five days of one of your sections' time, this deal is a good deal for you." The lawyer smiled.

"But sir, conceiving a story is definitely not a task that can be completed in a day or two, even if it is a short story. We still need time to communicate with which well-known writers are interested in writing, and the preheating and operation arrangement of the section also take time, not to mention that drawing a novel into a comic is a long-term task..." The editor frowned slightly, hesitating, but was interrupted.

"Don't worry about the writer and the story. My client will personally find someone to write this heartwarming story, and the comics will be produced at the same time. You just need to contact the writer and artist we find through email, and then print the prepared story and comics and publish them in your magazine, that's all." The lawyer said impatiently. He waved his hand, and his assistant took out another identical envelope and slapped it on the table.

"Add another two million. That's a total of four million US dollars, over 24 million RMB." The lawyer's voice was cold, no longer polite. "In the final analysis, I just need you to promote our business."

The editor's remaining words were stuck in his throat, and the air was cold and tense.

"Alright, you win. We'll be promoting this five-day fairy tale on the cover and title page over the next two days, and we'll also dedicate a prominent section to serializing it." The editor sighed deeply. He had compromised. Four million dollars was enough to cover their department's revenue for half a year. Worst case scenario, sales would be dismal over those five days, but that was still within acceptable limits.

"What about the story outline? We always need to know the subject matter and introduction of the story so that we can use it for early publicity purposes."

"Yes, yes." The lawyer pulled a note from his pocket and cleared his throat. "Jormungandr, also known as Jörmungandr, is a beautiful dragon that has lived for thousands of years. Curious about a human boy, she transformed herself into a young girl and began trying to enter the boy's world. The boy's name is Chu Zihang."

"It's a very novel subject matter, and sounds more interesting than I thought." The editor-in-chief pondered, "A story told from the perspective of a female protagonist who is a dragon. Shouldn't it be listed in the female section?"

"No, they're both protagonists," the lawyer said. "The boy's fate was tragic. He carried sinful blood, and was targeted by a powerful enemy. However, his father, in an effort to save him, vanished one rainy night, and the boy fled alone. Ever since, he's been consumed by self-blame and regret. He's become cold-blooded, lonely, and powerful, living like an ice-cold robot... Yet, Jormungandr saw all of this. In her eyes, the boy was so lovable and special..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, isn't he living like a cold robot? Where's the cuteness?" The editor was suddenly stunned.

"The heroine is a dragon. Can you look at the problem from a dragon's perspective?" the lawyer asked coldly.

"Go on……"

"Jormungandr is so beautiful and kind. Because of her care and companionship, the cold heart of Chu Zihang, who was like a robot, gradually began to melt. They gradually tied the rope that bound them together... just like the Winnie the Pooh balloon that the girl tied to the boy's wrist when they first met..."

"Winnie the Pooh?" the editor questioned again.

"The male protagonist's favorite anime character." The lawyer explained.

"Then what……"

"And then they lived happily together."

"Huh?" The editor was stunned.

"That's all? Isn't this a story about a human and a dragon? Isn't it supposed to be a forbidden love story full of setbacks and suffering? How could it end so abruptly?"

"Setbacks and hardships are things that story writers should consider. Anyway, the ending is a happy ending. You just need to be responsible for publicity, and leave the rest to us." The lawyer folded the note and put it away.

"Okay, but forgive me for saying so, but a family-friendly ending doesn't seem to fit in with the current market trend. Regretful endings are popular now, and it's unlikely that any readers will actually wish them well." The editor-in-chief frowned.

"So, I need you to help me organize a large-scale event while serializing the story." The lawyer smiled mysteriously, "An event that will create a frenzy around the world!"

Chapter 152 Two Names About to Sweep the World

"An activity that has stirred up a frenzy around the world?" The editor-in-chief of Zhiyin Media was stunned again, not only by the lawyer's wording but also by the madness in his words.

"It's a blessing collection activity. Every reader can write a blessing card and send it to the address we publish, or deliver it to our specially designed website. We will arrange special personnel to be responsible for statistics and collation." The lawyer smiled.

"But the way of sending greetings by postcards and emails is outdated. Our magazine's audience is mostly teenagers and middle school students. They probably won't be enthusiastic about the characters in fairy tales enough to spend time and energy to send them blessings..." The editor hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his thoughts truthfully.

"Of course no one would be willing to do it for free. My client knows this better than anyone. She once said that humans are born to be profit-seeking beasts..." The young lawyer smiled meaningfully. "So, anyone who is willing to bless our two protagonists may win a mysterious grand prize!"

"Mysterious grand prize?" The editor-in-chief said in a daze. He felt that his brain was not enough today...or maybe this customer was a psychopath.

Yes, that's for sure! After all, who would spend $4 million just to send blessings to two friends, and go through all the trouble to come up with some mysterious grand prize?

"Yes, it's not that mysterious actually. The client's request is that for every signed postcard or email received, a ten-dollar reward be added to the prize pool. If two are received, it's twenty dollars, and so on... After seven days, when the postcards and emails are closed for collection, the reward will be the number of blessings received multiplied by ten times the US dollars. One lucky reader will be randomly selected to receive the reward."

The editor was completely shocked. The corners of his open mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were wide open, perfectly interpreting the word "stunned".

"You might not be familiar with our readership... Our average sales for each issue are in the millions. If even one-tenth of those readers convert, that's hundreds of thousands of people. That's going to cost you millions of dollars!" The editor-in-chief seemed hesitant. "Isn't that too crazy?"

"Money can't buy happiness, right? Many wealthy people just have quirky personalities. I once had a client who was a volatile anime geek. Annoyed by the frequent changes in the female lead in Pokémon, she frantically dumped her Game Freak and Nintendo stock... You have no idea how difficult these wealthy people can be to please. Sometimes they're downright neurotic!" The lawyer patted the editor-in-chief on the shoulder. "But that's not something we should be worrying about right now. All you need to do is promote our story and put it in a prominent place. Someone else will take care of the rest."

"Okay, I'll go prepare the contract now." The editor-in-chief stood up, carrying two envelopes containing huge promissory notes.

Twenty minutes later, a silver Porsche 718 convertible pulled out of Zhiyin Company's underground garage. A young lawyer sat in the passenger seat, a satisfied smile on his face. A beautiful female assistant stomped on the accelerator, and the silver beast roared away. The trunk of the sports car was filled with a collection of "Xiaoshuo Hui" and "Zhiyin Manke," a kind gift from the editor-in-chief.