Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 111: Honesty is invincible

Mr. Lu had hardly ever ridden an electric bike.

During his college years at Nanhu University, he had bought a bicycle for convenience.

But before he could ride it for long, it was swiped by a thief in Jiang City and disappeared into the night.

After becoming successful, either he drove himself or was chauffeured around, so there were even fewer opportunities to ride an electric bike.

So, after Mou Keyan finished speaking, he was stunned for a while but still got pulled in.

He chose a bike, took a simple test ride, paid, and left.

Mou Keyan, fearing he might not agree, acted swiftly and efficiently—the whole process didn’t even take ten minutes.

Small gifts like this—jewelry, pendants, walnuts, lighters...

Countless such trinkets had been given to him by various admirers; he never found them fresh or took them to heart.

But it was the first ti in both his lifetis that he had received an electric bike.

Lu Jincheng twisted the throttle, and the senior girl behind him clung tightly to his back, the inertia bringing a soft touch where their skin t.

A gentle breeze blew as the young man rode the black electric bike, carrying the girl slowly forward.

Her wavy hair fluttered in the sunlight, the scene brimming with youth.

"Do you like it?"

Mou Keyan pressed her cheek against his clothing, amplifying her voice.

Usually, it was Mr. Lu who asked her this question. Now that she had the opportunity, she naturally couldn’t let it slip by.

"Yeah, it’s alright."

Lu Jincheng nodded, twisting the throttle all the way down, a hint of happiness also surfacing on the corners of his mouth.

Exciting!

What man doesn’t like the wind and freedom?

Jiang City had a complete ban on motorcycles, so naturally, the electric bike beca an alternative.

And indeed, he found it quite useful at the mont.

Whether it was going from the dorm to the lecture halls, from the university to the residential area, or shopping around in nearby comrcial districts.

In short, it all ca down to one thing.

If you can ride a bike, who would walk!

Although this small gift wasn’t expensive, he had to admit...

The gift was nice; it truly captivated my heart!

"Am I the first girl you’ve carried on an electric bike?"

The bike exceeded 30 miles per hour, and Mou Keyan’s voice mixed with the whistling wind, her emotions seemingly hidden in the breeze.

"That’s true."

Lu Jincheng considered the question—a type of inquiry he was all too familiar with—and responded with a smile.

"You are the first, but you won’t be the last."

"Of course, I know!"

Mou Keyan tightened her arms around him with more force, her voice rising again.

"To , it’s already very precious."

"Then rest assured, there won’t be a second girl giving an electric bike."

Lu Jincheng added.

"..."

Mou Keyan didn’t utter a word for a long ti. After a while, she couldn’t help but exclaim,

"You never seem to like lying..."

After being in contact with him for such a long ti, she found that compared to other boys, Lu Jincheng was frighteningly sincere.

Whether it was probing relationships, negotiating wealth distribution, or receiving gifts—there seed to be no pretense. Whatever was on his mind, he just said it.

He wasn’t like those n who clumsily perford in front of her, not wearing a costu or a mask.

His life seed to steadfastly follow four words: "do as one pleases."

If it were soone else, faced with so many opportunities to win her over completely, they would have amassed all the pretty words they could to speak them out loud.

Even if it ant deceiving her?

"I only lie when it’s absolutely necessary."

The man’s serious voice ca from downwind, as if carrying a caution.

"Miao Miao, rember this, telling the truth is the highest privilege."

"When you have a lot of things, but dare not even speak the truth, everything you own is nothing but an illusion."

"I understand."

Mou Keyan slightly turned her head, as if the power in those words had infected her, and she fell into deep contemplation.

To be honest with oneself is the most underrated quality.

If a person is extrely honest, they are indestructible.

...

...

The two of them rode back to Nanhu University against the sunlight and the noon breeze.

After dropping Mou Keyan off at her dorm, Mr. Lu turned his head, mounted his little electric scooter, and headed to the entrance of Golden Stone studio.

The holiday was almost over, and he had to check on the work results.

"Here you are, Brother Lu!"

Pushing open the studio door, Luo Lang, with his keen eyes, was the first to greet him.

Luo Shaoqin, who reacted a bit slower, was also visibly exhausted from his jaundiced complexion and the strong tea beside him; it was clear that he too had given it his all this National Day.

"Lao Luo, print a copy of the report," said Lu Jincheng, cutting straight to the chase as he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

"There are parts I still need to change..."

Luo Shaoqin’s voice tightened.

"I don’t want to hear that, just print a copy."

Lu Jincheng emphasized again.

The printer started spitting out paper, and once Luo Shaoqin had stapled it all together, he handed it to Lu Jincheng, a look of apprehension in his eyes.

"Lao Luo, you’re making this hard for ..."

Mr. Lu couldn’t help frowning as he looked at the report written by the engineering guy.

"Not to be buddies, but what do you plan to achieve by submitting this kind of stereotypical writing?"

"I saw that other people’s reports are all like this..."

Luo Shaoqin stamred, having indeed researched a large amount of material, read through the highlight entrepreneurial project reports from various colleges, and got the gist of the official docunt format.

"To submit this crap, it might fool Director Lao Cai, but do you think the school leaders will buy it?"

Lu Jincheng couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

"Where are the highlights? The achievents? The data analysis?"

Mr. Lu pointed to a large section of neat antithesis in the report and drew a big X through it.

"Data-driven, focus on substance, don’t give fancy titles and irrelevant quotations; doing that is just plain stupid."

"Okay, okay..."

Luo Shaoqin nodded repeatedly.

"If I see another piece of decorative nonsense on paper, I’ll sign you up for a ground class so you can apply for civil service, alright?"

Mr. Lu tossed the materials back, highly dissatisfied.

Science students even resorting to this thod, stereotypical writing is a plague!

If he still couldn’t produce the effect he wanted, it seed he’d have to rely on improvising in person, eloquently on-the-fly.

"Tell about your side."

He looked over at Luo Lang not far away.

"Brother Lu, in the past two days while you were away, I’ve organized the resus that passed the initial screening. I’ve sent a copy to your email and also placed a printed copy in your office."

Luo Lang spoke slowly and clearly.

"Uh-huh, anything else?"

"In addition to those who are interested in signing contracts, many others have contacted during this period, hearing that the treatnt is good, wanting to join our studio to work."

Luo Lang continued.

Lu Jincheng nodded noncommittally.

Golden Stone studio had sponsored the school’s welco party and had signed several Golden Phoenixes, naturally showcasing the studio’s vast potential in finances and future prospects.

The enthusiasts were not just in it for the money; the re sight of the number of girls signing up was like a flood of fish crossing the river, making it worth everyone’s while to make a dash for it.

"Besides sending out the mass ssage to wait for the interview, there’s sothing else I’m not sure how to handle."

"Hmm?"

"Brother Lu, your roommate has also applied."