Chapter 46: Be friends, don't be shy~

  The atmosphere in the office was a bit subtle, with Long'er sitting on one side, sizing up Lorrin from top to bottom, as if trying to see through him. Lorrin didn't seem to mind at all, looking rather nonchalant, and neither of them spoke, the room was quiet for about ten or twenty minutes, until Lorrin finished his tea, when the office door opened from outside, and a young man with an average build, ordinary looks, wearing a pair of glasses with thin frames, and a refined expression on his face, probably under 30 years old, walked in.

  "Director Zhou!" Long Er stood up and respectfully called out, "Young Master Luo has arrived, he has some matters to discuss with you."

  Lorraine didn't get up, put down her teacup and waved: "Good afternoon, Director Zhou."

  Zhou didn't have the slightest expression of flattery, and slightly nodded: "Young Master Luo, hello." As he spoke, he walked behind his office desk, sat down steadily, put the documents in his hand on the table, adjusted his glasses with one hand, and began to read. After a slight pause, without lifting his head, he asked Lu Lin: "I don't know what Young Master Luo has come to find me for?"

  "Lorin, you're being too arrogant, aren't you? Smiling and not getting angry, he spoke straightforwardly: 'Nothing, I heard that the development of Night Market Street has entered an indefinite stalemate stage. General Manager Zhou, I've always heard that your efficiency is extremely high, people call you "Lightning Hand" because of how swift and decisive you are, but it's been so long now, and the development of Night Market Street still can't start construction. How can my father trust you with the development project of Zhengzhou City if this is the case?'"

  Director Zhou paused for a moment, in his impression, Luo Lin was a carefree and mischievous little devil who only caused trouble for his family, always asking for money but useless otherwise. What's going on today? He came to the company in a hurry, questioning me about the development of Night Market Street right to my face. And what he said was quite provocative. Luckily Director Zhou is a pragmatic person who doesn't care much about others' opinions, or else being scolded by someone under twenty years old would be unbearable for anyone.

  "What's your brilliant idea, Mr. Luo?" Zhou threw over a sentence with an expressionless face.

  Lorin saw Zhou was always so pragmatic, and didn't waste any words, laying out his thoughts and plans: "The night market street is now under the control of a man named Da Qiang. If you've done relevant work, Zhou, you should know this. I came here to help you mediate, using social connections to effectively resolve the nail household issue - it's a common tactic used by developers. So..." Lorin stood up and walked to the front of Zhou's desk, placing a piece of paper on the table. "This is Da Qiang's phone number. Don't ask me how I got it, whether you believe it or not, I have a good relationship with him. You call him, mention my name, and tell him your position - he'll cooperate with you in negotiations. If you're worried about reliability, you can draft a contract. Once the contract is signed, the law will take effect, and you don't need to worry about him not doing his job. As for payment, I previously promised him a storefront at the corner of the building after development - it seems like a loss on the surface, but actually, it's not. The project has been delayed, and every day that passes is another day of wasted funds that can't be withdrawn. It'll eventually go bankrupt. And during construction, you'll have a team of affordable supervisors who are all underworld figures - I don't need to elaborate on how much trouble this will save you, Zhou. Think about it carefully."

  This remark left Zhou stunned, how could he have imagined that the former arrogant and pampered young master had transformed into a small business genius? This remark was exactly what Zhou had been thinking about, as he had always been worried about the development of the night market street. If it were true that success was closely linked to the land of the night market, then the road ahead would be smooth sailing. It has to be said that Luo Lin's words sounded harsh, but in reality, they were a timely help.

  Zhou Zong didn't hesitate, directly picking up the piece of paper on the table with Da Qiang's phone number written on it, and asked seriously: "Young Master Luo, is your purpose for coming here this time just to tell me these things?"

  "What else can I do?" Lorin smiled, "The Lorin Enterprise was founded by my parents after all. I'm just trying to help out for the family's sake. Isn't this what I should be doing?"

  The usually stoic Zhou finally cracked a smile, and suddenly felt that the frivolous young master in front of him didn't seem as annoying as before. He nodded immediately: "Alright, thank you for your help... Assistant Long, please see Young Master Luo off."

  "Yes." Long'er nodded and then looked at Luoluo, "Young Master Luo, please."

  Lorin slowly left the general manager's office under Long Er's escort and quickly stepped into the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, Long Er suddenly turned around and asked Lorin: "Young Master Luo, to be honest, I'm very curious. Putting aside some taboo topics, can you tell me how you have such power at a young age?"

  Lorraine shrugged: "It's just a bit more powerful, what kind of strength can it have."

  He furrowed his brow and asked tentatively, "Who is your master?"

  Lorraine thought for a moment and smiled ambiguously: "A ninety-year-old weird old man."

  "A ninety-year-old strange old man..." Long Er sank into thought, recalling some secrets of the Huaxia Kingdom that his master had once told him. Since ancient times, the land of Huaxia has never lacked folk masters, each with their own powerful sects. As time passed, they were washed away by the tides of history and disappeared without a trace. Nowadays, in this society where people are drunk on wealth and power, there are only a handful of true martial arts masters left. The youngest among them is over eighty years old, while the oldest may be over a hundred years old. These individuals often live in seclusion, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of city life, deep within remote mountains and forests, living lives that are detached from worldly concerns. They are rarely seen or heard from, but it's said that among the high-ranking officials within the Tiān Yǎn organization, there are a few such old demons holding positions of power."

  Could it be... that this little guy's master is an old freak of this realm?

  No wonder, he was able to train a seventeen or eighteen year old boy into such a powerful person. With the backing of his master, it's likely that joining Tianyan would be an easy matter as well. This Luo Lin is probably even more mysterious than I imagined.

  As she pondered, Long'er's eyes, which had been fixed on Luo Lin, flickered with an unusual light. She had been following her master to practice martial arts since childhood and had the greatest respect for people with strong abilities. In her opinion, Luo Lin was already so powerful at a young age, and his future achievements would surely be extraordinary.

  If Lorraine knew what Long'er was thinking at this moment, she would probably laugh so hard that she would vomit blood. Such a sexy rose sister, yet her thoughts are so fanciful and absurd, thinking of making a martial arts movie? In Lorraine's opinion, bickering with Qin Auntie and Song Auntie from time to time, occasionally joking with Lanlan, and hanging out with Liu Wanchuan and the others, chatting and laughing together, this is what real life is all about.

  "Don't look at me with such adoring eyes, I'll be embarrassed." Lorin noticed Long'er's gaze and couldn't help but smile.

  Long'er's face turned red with embarrassment, and she looked away. Just as the elevator was about to reach the first floor, she finally spoke up again: "Lu Shao Ye, can you leave me your contact information... if I have any questions in the future, I can ask for your advice..."

  Lorraine raised an eyebrow, "What's the question?" You're such a sexy and hot sister, taking the initiative to ask for my phone number, I thought you were going to take advantage of me. But thinking again about Long Er's special identity, it's better to have less contact, so I coldly said: "Don't forget your identity, if every member is like you, the organization's confidentiality work will basically be in vain."

  Long'er had expected Luo Lin to say that, and immediately raised an eyebrow, smiling coyly: "Luo Young Master, what are you talking about? What organization, I don't quite understand. I just want to be friends with Luo Young Master, it's that simple." The implication being, let's just be friends in our personal capacities, in real life.

  It's not that Long'er is a ruthless killer, but rather the assassin profession is too lonely. Everyone thinks assassins are heartless monsters who can kill without blinking an eye, but in reality, they're also human beings whose hearts have become strong from being weak. Just like Long'er, before Luo Lin, only her master knew about her dual identity. Even her own parents didn't know about her secret profession. Every time she completed a mission, Long'er would spend a terrifying night alone, haunted by the ghosts of those she killed in her dreams. This is the fear of loneliness. If there was someone who truly understood her, with whom she could chat and share her thoughts during idle moments, that would be a wonderful thing. She still vividly remembers the first time she killed someone, and the nightmares that lasted for a month afterwards. Those days were a blur to her, and she's not sure how she got through them.

  In the vast sea of people, the occasional assassin is not someone you can just bump into. Even if you do meet, neither party would casually reveal their identity. Unexpectedly, Long'er actually met such a person today. In the same city, and to make things more interesting, he's the young master of his own company's boss. With this connection, Long'er could feel at ease being friends with Luolin, even if it was just occasionally running into each other and exchanging greetings. At least, Long'er knew that he wasn't a completely lonely person.

  Lorin, who had never been a killer, couldn't understand Long'er's mood. Just as he was about to respond, the elevator door suddenly opened and they reached the first floor. Lorin didn't bother with Long'er anymore and stepped out first.

  Long'er didn't chase after him, she now knew Lorrin's identity and still worked at his company. She took out his phone number, which wasn't an easy task. Long'er gently adjusted her black-framed glasses, hiding a pair of beautiful eyes that slowly turned, placing the file in her hand on her tall and full chest, pursing her lips with a sly smile: "Little guy, just being friends, don't be so afraid." She was very confident when it came to men, thinking to herself that Lorrin, even if he was incredibly powerful, was still just a young man under twenty years old. How could he possibly withstand the charm of an older woman like her?

  The elevator doors closed, and no one saw that the usually strict and cold beauty, Long's assistant, was emitting a kind of charm from the inside out that was completely inconsistent with her usual demeanor... With an exterior as cold as ice and an interior as hot as fire, a delicate and charming red rose was the most fitting description of her.