Regardless of the matters with the Writers' Association, let's return to Lu Xiaobu.
Just as previously mentioned, the Wen Family Hall finally couldn't sit still any longer.
They gave Lu Xiaobu a call to schedule a meeting.
Lu Xiaobu thought about it and still decided to go.
Both parties met and settled in a private room of a business club.
"What's the matter?"
Lu Xiaobu looked at Wen Family Hall and asked.
The Wen Family Hall still bore the appearance of a gentle and refined middle-aged man.
But the occasional sharp gleam in his eyes revealed that he was never a literati but a businessman.
A businessman who swallows others whole without spitting out their bones.
"I know Mr. Lu dislikes beating around the bush, so I'll be straightforward."
Wen Family Hall stood up and poured a cup of tea for Lu Xiaobu, appearing like two old friends reminiscing, but the words that came out were rather sharp: "I want to declare war on you!"
"Declare war?"
