Lu Mingfei Development Program

Chapter 473 Blackstone Mansion
The black business jet slowly landed at Mount Fuji Shizuoka Airport. The severe ice accumulation on the fuselage startled the ground crew.

Although it was inevitable that the plane would freeze during flight, but when it froze to this extent, they had to doubt whether the plane had just flown in from Hokkaido... No, even Hokkaido was not cold to this extent.

Su Enxi staggered off the plane. She seemed to get drunk quickly and sober quickly. After listening to Jiude Mai's explanation, she seemed to realize how shameful she had done when she was drunk.

...Of course, this refers to holding someone's hand tightly and not letting go, rather than the lofty ambition of crashing into a typhoon. In her opinion, the latter is a perfect example of the Black and Gold Swan's spirit.

"Is there really a typhoon?" Rona looked unconvinced when she woke up.

Although she was a high school dropout and didn't have a high level of education, she still had some common sense. She looked to the west. The sky was cloudless and clear. It was rare for the sun to come out in winter. How could it look like a typhoon?
If there really was a super typhoon that could sweep up aircraft over 20,000 meters in altitude, the waters near Japan would not be as calm as they are now.

"Although this is hard to understand, it does exist." Su Enxi answered seriously.

The typhoon came strangely and left even stranger. After turning into ice, it was smashed into pieces by a business jet flying at a full speed of Mach 0.8. Even those who lived in a mixed-race world where physics was not observed found it incredible.

The appearance of a solidified typhoon is far more impressive than the appearance of it raging on the surface.

The action of force is mutual. If an airplane is traveling at a speed of 0.8 Mach, it is unlikely to land safely if it hits anything, let alone a frozen typhoon.

Su Enxi shouted in her heart that it was really the Sea Dragon King who was blessing her this time, and then she suddenly realized why she had to say so much to this guy who seemed to be the Dragon King? You know, even if Jörmungandr was now considered a friendly force by the boss, she didn't dare to approach him and talk to him so familiarly.

I subconsciously took two steps back, and heard a cry of surprise from behind: "What are you doing? I know you were pretending to be drunk, but you can't pretend to be still drunk now, right?"

Su Enxi looked back and said unhappily, "Who is pretending to be drunk? You have long legs but no eyes. Can't you see the road?"

Jiude Mai looked down and saw something towering somewhere, then sighed regretfully: "You are really right, I really can't see the road."

Su Enxi was so angry that her teeth were itching. In fact, she couldn't see anything even if she lowered her head, but Jiude Mai's subtle boasting of "my figure is just better than yours" successfully angered her... Then she did what she had to do. After all, it was not the first time she was bullied by her.

Seeing that Su Enxi didn't say anything, Jiude Mai blinked, took her arm and led her aside, with a look of ridicule on her face: "You did a good job, although in my opinion there are still some loopholes."

She blinked. "For example, when you hugged my hand, showing some discomfort is a plus."

"What, what, what did you do well?" Su Enxi suddenly stuttered, and her face turned red, even redder than when she was drunk just now.

Jiude Mai smiled faintly: "Although pretending to be drunk is an old-fashioned method, it may be the most suitable for someone like you who is tough-mouthed and thin-skinned."

Would Black Gold Swan be thin-skinned? Of course it was impossible. She had fought her way in and out of Wall Street many times, and everyone who knew her would say that she had protection like a city wall.

This was a compliment to her for doing things without leaving any loopholes and not finding any weaknesses, but also a sign of dissatisfaction with him for smilingly taking away a huge amount of wealth. The only thing that cannot be described as thin-skinned is a person like this.

However, just like she has very girly hobbies like watching soap operas and eating potato chips, it is not surprising that she also has a youthful blush like a girl in certain things.

"Hahahaha, what are you talking about, long legs?" Su Enxi laughed dryly, "I can't drink much, but everyone knows that."

"You lied again." Jiude Mai looked at the lying potato chips indifferently.

She would not be fooled by such a clumsy lie. Having a bad drinking habit and having a poor drinking capacity are two completely different things. And in terms of drinking habit, Su Enxi is not that bad. At most, she would do something she would not dare to do normally after drinking too much.

But this is not entirely a bad thing for her.

Jiude Mai winked at Su Enxi and said, "I asked someone to prepare some things in your room in advance. Remember to take a look when you feel scared."

"So I don't understand what you are saying..." Su Enxi was lying again.

Renata accompanied Lu Mingfei as they walked down the plane. She looked back at the severely iced business jet, and a hint of vigilance appeared on her expressionless face.

"Didn't you do that just now?" She was more perceptive than the other two and discovered something just now.

For example, when the typhoon solidified, Lu Mingfei actually did nothing.

"There are always people who don't want to see tragedy happen." Lu Mingfei said softly.

Renata looked at Lu Mingfei and asked, "Will it be troublesome?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head: "For me, it's not a problem."

He looked sideways, reached out and took Renata's somewhat cold hand, and gently squeezed it: "Don't worry, something like that just now will not happen again."

"What should we do?" Renata's words were always so concise. The "we" here refers to the assistant team including Jiude Mai and Su Enxi.

"You don't have to do anything." Lu Mingfei said, "Those who want to soak in hot springs should soak in hot springs, those who want to appreciate flowers should appreciate flowers, and those who want to drink should drink."

He smiled at the platinum-haired girl and said, "Enjoy Christmas Eve and Christmas holiday."

After completing immigration formalities, they did not leave the airport. The helicopter that had been waiting on the tarmac took them further east. The destination was Atami on the Izu Peninsula, which is the largest hot spring resort in Japan.

On the helicopter, Jude Mai apologized to Lu Mingfei and said that it was a pity that the promise to go to her home for a hot spring bath was broken because the late cherry blossoms in her hometown had withered.

Lu Mingfei didn't care about it. To him, soaking in the hot springs was secondary to this trip.

Rona was very excited about this. She had no objection to taking a hot spring bath there, but at least she was a little disappointed that she couldn't go to Tokyo. She really wanted to see what the city that was said to be able to buy the entire United States looked like.

……

Facing the rising sun, the black official residence stands on the coast, which is also the highest point in Atami. It is said that during the shogunate period, when a general came to Atami by boat, the clouds broke and the sun rose. The sea surface was sparkling, and a high black cliff pierced directly into Sagami Bay, like a black sword falling from the sky and splitting the sea water with one stroke.

The general liked this kind of lonely and sharp beauty very much, so he built his own residence on this cliff. The entire residence is almost surrounded by the sea, and the black high walls are like an extension of the sword. The general sits on this black blade and controls the world in his eyes.

Now that the Shogun's rule has ended, the Kuroishi Residence is no longer a forbidden place for the Shogun. It was sold to merchants a long time ago, and for hundreds of years, countless people have sat in this residence like the Shogun, looking out at the sea and the land.

However, several resales have proved that not everyone is qualified to live in this official residence.

Kimura Hiroshi has served in the Kuroishi Residence for thirty years. As a butler among butlers, he has witnessed the glory and embarrassment of many owners of the residence. But he has never seen someone as willful and casual as the current owner.

In other words, as a steward of a prefecture, he was either a confidant or a retainer during the shogunate period, but he had never even seen his master. He didn't know whether his master was a man or a woman, and he didn't know how old he was, but he heard that he was still in school.

But this did not prevent him from thinking that the owner was one of the richest people in the world, because he casually bought a mansion that could be called an antique, but he seemed to have forgotten about it and had not visited it for a long time.

This casualness seemed as if he didn't take this official residence worth $100 million seriously at all.

You know, after the previous owners of this mansion bought it, they held parties for a week straight, wishing that the whole world would know that this mansion, which once controlled the "world", was now in their hands.

Hiroshi Kimura feels that he may have to stay in this empty house until he retires.

Half a month ago, Miss Jiude, who claimed to be the owner's assistant, called suddenly and said that the boss would come to the residence during the day or at night on Christmas Eve half a month later, so we should be prepared to welcome him.

Miss Jiude also said that she wanted to transplant a few late-blooming cherry blossoms next to the hot spring in the official residence. The boss would probably like the feeling of enjoying the cherry blossoms while soaking in the hot spring.

In fact, she didn't need to tell him that there were already several cherry trees planted in the Black Stone Residence, some blooming early and some late. The pink flowers bloomed on the black sword blade, just like blood spreading. The general who planted these cherry trees was very satisfied, after all, how could a sword not be stained with blood?

A black helicopter descended from the sky, and the wind blew up the pink flowers. Without time to feel sorry for the sky full of cherry blossoms, Kimura Hiroshi hurried forward to wait for the flight.

All the servants in the mansion were here, after all, this might be their only chance to see their master. After this Christmas, the master might fly away on a big black bird again.

The plane stopped in the yard, and Hiroshi Kimura, who had already received instructions, transformed the quaint courtyard into a temporary helipad.

The rear door of the helicopter opened, and the first person to jump out was a girl wearing a black windbreaker and black sunglasses, who looked like a bodyguard.

She looked at him warily. Kimura Hiroshi wanted to say that no one dared to harm the master. But for some reason, he felt that the bodyguard looked more professional, but she looked a little unprofessional. It was better for her to keep her mouth shut.

The next person to come down was Jude Mai, who looked very charming and seductive, and matched perfectly with the cherry blossoms in the courtyard.

Hiroshi Kimura bowed his head tactfully, showing respect to his master's assistant in theory but a woman in reality. This was the standard conduct of a butler.

The girl who came down with her was young and pretty. She looked like a rare beauty but she lost in terms of dressing.

The first thing she said after getting off the plane was, "So, this is the official residence I bought for 100 million US dollars and who knows how much nursing fees..."

Kimura Hiroshi suddenly paused, and he found that he seemed to have missed one thing. That is, the master had never contacted him directly, nor had he clearly revealed his gender.

When Assistant Jiude contacted him, his words were filled with the expectation of spending Christmas with his lover, which made him mistakenly believe that the host must be a handsome young man with a lot of money. Now all the preparations in the official residence were arranged according to this premise.

Is it too late to make amends now? Kimura Hiroshi is worried about the Christmas Eve dinner tonight.

The fourth girl had platinum hair and looked around the mansion indifferently. The dignity that almost overflowed from her petite body seemed to be saying that she was the real owner of this mansion.

It didn't seem strange that four girls spent Christmas together. Kimura Hiroshi didn't dare to speculate on the relationship between these girls, because it would be disrespectful to make irresponsible comments about the host.

"Is this the Kuroishi Residence? It looks like nothing special." A plain voice came, and Kimura Hiroshi wondered if he had heard it wrong.

This was a boy's voice, with an unimaginable nobleness that far surpassed that of the petite platinum-haired girl.

Kimura Hiroshi was proud to serve in this mansion, after all, this mansion witnessed the end of an era. But this boy said in a flat voice, "It's just so-so..."

Kimura Hiroshi was not angry, but excited. This is right, this is what it means to spend 100 million US dollars plus a huge amount of maintenance fees, but buy an official residence to collect dust, and then throw it aside as if forgotten.

The sigh of the girl just now was not as sad as the sigh of looking at the official residence that she had bought but never lived in for a day. She felt more like she was heartbroken that she had spent more than 100 million US dollars but had not enjoyed it until now.

Lu Mingfei got off the helicopter and looked around. He found that apart from the cherry blossoms, there was nothing special about the rest.

The available area of ​​Japan is too small. Even the official residences of the nobles in the feudal era seemed so small. The manor that the Uesugi sisters bought in Nanhu, southern Jiangsu, was much more magnificent than this one.

He looked to the side, and saw a man dressed as a butler, but his eyes were a little fiery, as if he had met the butler of some superstar, and asked in Japanese: "Are you a butler?"

"Yes, master, the hot spring and dinner have been prepared as you instructed." Kimura Hiroshi said calmly.

Lu Mingfei looked a little bit strange: "Don't call me Master, it feels weird. Call me Young Master, or call me Boss like them, it's more comfortable this way."

"Okay, young master." Kimura Hiroshi said respectfully.

"Okay, leave now. I don't want anyone to disturb me while I'm relaxing." Lu Mingfei waved his hand and dismissed all the servants around him.

Thanks to the head maid Patsy who called him "young master" over and over again, he was able to act like a young master quite well.

(End of this chapter)