No matter how much uproar there was on the internet, or how much attention the Xin Ye Drunken Love Nightclub received, none of it mattered to Lu Xiaobu. He covered himself with Liang Lan's original-flavored quilt and peacefully drifted off to sleep.
The next day, under Lu Wenhao's relentless badgering, Lu Xiaobu had no choice but to get up, get dressed, and prepare for school.
At the dining table.
"Young Master, I'm incompetent. I couldn't find a beverage factory to acquire. I'll go look again today," Liang Lan said apologetically.
She had searched all night and couldn't find a single factory for sale.
"Oh, never mind, it's fine," Lu Xiaobu waved his hand dismissively. "I didn't expect these lousy beverage factories to actually be able to keep going."
At school.
"Hold this for me, here's 500."
Lu Xiaobu tossed his two-tael-heavy backpack to the security guard at the gate.
"Sure, Young Master, no problem, Young Master."
The security guard said gleefully.