Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Markov wasn't exaggerating; this was the first and only receptor he had ever encountered with such a strong spirit.

True to His Majesty's nature, even his preferences were extraordinary.

With the strength of an ordinary man, Lu Wei pulled his agent over and instructed others to rewind the surveillance footage to that scene.

Under Lu Wei's sharp gaze, they could only step forward to adjust the cameras.

Agent: "Hold on."

The staff member in action immediately stopped.

Behind his shades, the agent spoke leisurely, "So many people saw you bruise Nancy's neck. With that fact established, is there even a need to check the surveillance footage?"

Lu Wei patted his shoulder generously, "Brother, if you have guilt, just admit it."

Others: "..."

Who would address an unfamiliar man as "Old Bro"? This person was truly peculiar!

It was Lu Wei's first day on the job, so the others didn't know him well enough to speak up for him. Only Markov stepped forward, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Markov declared, "Agent Nancy, that's not right. If not for Little Lu, he would've fallen!

Just as Markov finished his sentence, someone tugged at his sleeve. "Director, Nancy has powerful connections behind her – reportedly an Earl. How could you be so careless!"

The staff member was utterly surprised that Markov would stand up for Lu Wei, considering everyone in the circle knew about Nancy's influential background.

Markov: ...

An Earl? Clearly, they had no idea who was backing Lu Wei.

A mere Earl seemed insignificant compared to the Emperor, who had recently ordered the amputation of an Earl's hand as a gift to a Viscount.

Agents were usually accustomed to being fawned over, and this one promptly demanded, "In any case, you must give us an explanation regarding Little Xi today!"

Folding his arms, Lu Wei replied, "Then, you should start by reviewing the surveillance footage."

The two of them remained in their tense standoff.

Some staff had already carried Nancy to the nearby hospital.

As Nancy was being carried past, Lu Wei stole a glance.

It wasn't an act.

Lu Wei was genuinely stunned. "Dude, you're... born for this!" He couldn't believe it. This guy could make a fortune in modern times just by pretending to be injured!

The agent stepped between the two and pushed Lu Wei away. "What do you want to do to our Little Xi?"

The older agent pushed up his sunglasses. "What kind of people does your station hire? Do they go through proper vetting procedures? I think this person is one of Little Xi's black fans, deliberately trying to harm him."

Proper vetting procedures

Lu Wei, who had connections, broke out in a cold sweat.

The agent didn't miss his expression. "I knew it! You must have gotten in through the back door, right?"

Markov: "It was through the backdoor, but it was a backdoor paved with gold and diamonds."

Markov: "Mr. Lu definitely came in through entirely legitimate channels, recommended by... the upper echelons, anyway, it's within the rules."

Speaking of the upper echelons, the agent regained his composure.

The older agent whispered, "Minister Markov, although you're a leader at Star TV, you know that Little Xi has the support of Lord Robert, right?"

Markov: "I don't care about your Robert or Potato."

"You surely realize you're in the wrong today. Now that Mr. Lu isn't pressing the issue, it would be wise for you to back down for the sake of a broader horizon."

Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee what might happen.

Despite Markov's subtle hints, the older agent still didn't get it. "If your station doesn't provide a solution, I'll expose this kid's backdoor entry to the public."

Lu Wei was drenched in sweat, but a true gentleman knows when to bend and when to stand firm. "Well, everything can be negotiated, right?"

The older agent gloated triumphantly, "Now you're scared, huh?"

Markov: "..." How on earth did this level of emotional intelligence manage to survive?

While the others were standing their ground, news about the Crispy Brother, who had been taken to the hospital, finally arrived.

The caller immediately contacted the agent, "Brother Set, we have the examination results now—"

The anxious agent asked, "Is Little Xi alright?"

The caller replied, "His injuries aren't severe, and he's expected to recover within a day or two. However,..."

Agent: "It'll take a day or two for him to recover. What about the evening show?"

The other end of the line: "No, bro, that's not the point. The crucial thing is—"

"Nancy... Nancy has been found to be pregnant."

The voice was so agitated that everyone in the monitoring room could hear it clearly.

Lu Wei: "..." Did Crispy Bro intentionally set him up? Damn, did they even end up with a child from this collision?

The agent was taken aback, then overjoyed. "So it's the Earl's?"

He lowered his voice.

On the other end: "Based on the timeline, there's an 80% chance."

The agent never expected that misfortune would bring fortune – after being rushed to the hospital, Nancy was found to be pregnant.

Conceiving a child on Emperor Star was already difficult, and even more so for those with royal bloodlines. Yet, Nancy was now carrying the Earl's child. If the Earl knew, he would undoubtedly be ecstatic. Their support was now solidified, and they could rest assured.

The agent was overjoyed and spoke pompously, "According to Emperor Star's laws, anyone who abuses a pregnant omega will be imprisoned."

Lu Wei: "..."

Damn.

Your planet's laws are truly heaven-defying.

The agent folded his arms, "Did you hear that, Minister Markov? Our Little Xi is pregnant."

Markov: "You have a point, but I still think we should check the surveillance footage."

Agent: "..."

Other Staff: "..." Wait, isn't Minister usually a smart guy? Why is he being so unreasonable now?

Nancy and her agent always had this arrogant demeanor, but Minister used to handle them well, didn't he?

Is he possessed today?

Someone tried to mediate, "It's not that big of a deal. Let Little Lu apologize to Teacher Nancy, then reschedule the evening program for another time. After all, Teacher Nancy is pregnant, and rest is most important for her."

He attempted to provide a graceful exit for both parties.

Markov rubbed his hands and looked at the agent, "Clarifying the situation would be beneficial for both sides, don't you agree?"

Not only him, but others also chimed in, "He did save Nancy. It would be unjust if he were to apologize."

Lu Wei looked at the sole person who spoke up in his defense.

He remembered him.

That Herman.

Lu Wei gave him a thumbs up.

Herman: ?

The agent didn't expect Markov to be so unyielding today. "His Excellency the Earl has heard that Miss Nancy is pregnant and is on his way over. Let's see what he has to say."

Markov lowered his voice. "That Earl is also unreasonable."

Lu Wei: Damn, after getting rid of that opportunistic guy, now we have an irrational nobleman.

Markov had already informed the king, but his hands were sweating. Scenes like this, where backgrounds clashed, were not easily witnessed.

Especially when it came to His Majesty.

Lu Wei was not guilty about the incident with the opportunist, but the fact remained that he had taken a backdoor route.

Bathed in sweat, Lu Wei lifted his head upon sensing the gaze, only to find Herman staring at him.

That gaze held a mixture of emotions.

Lu Wei: ?

#What's it like to be frowned upon by a colleague with a judging gaze on the first day of work for taking shortcuts?

Interstellar travel was indeed convenient, and it wasn't long before news arrived that the Earl had arrived.

The staff of Star Vision immediately grew tense.

Lu Wei whispered an apology to Markov, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble on my first day, but it's not my fault. There are too many twisted personalities around here."

Markov replied calmly, "It's alright, we'll find a way out of this soon."

Lowering his voice, Lu Wei inquired, "What way? Actually, I've prepared to put on a friendly facade. As the saying goes, one doesn't strike at someone who smiles; he may hold a high position and lack sense, but we can afford to show him some tolerance."

Markov: ??

Mr. Lu, what on earth is going on in your mind? He had expected Lu Wei to confront him head-on, but instead, the man was prepared to tactfully retreat first?

In one word, it could be described as "vibrant."

Only now did Markov begin to understand why that unpredictable monarch found him intriguing.

Absolutely! It was impossible to predict this person's next move.

Lu Wei spoke earnestly, "Minister Markov, now that you've reached this position, you should know that there are plenty of idiots in the world, some of whom hold great power. We must endure for peace and wait for the right moment to retaliate, like a gentleman. As employees, we need to accept having an idiotic superior, after all, we still have to collect our salaries. Venting through angry words might be satisfying, but life goes on, and a salary of three thousand is crucial."

The more Lu Wei spoke, the more bitter he felt.

It was a poignant reflection of his own past experiences working with loans during his internship.

Markov: "...So true."

Could this man actually be a genius?

Markov was almost tempted to say that he should just hand the entire production over to him.

Count had already heard about the commotion on his way and was prepared to intervene if necessary.

However, he was taken aback when he saw the young man in black flip-flops and a loose T-shirt.

While others might not recognize him, the Count had attended the Interstellar Conference and knew exactly who this was.

He was from the Monarch's side.

The first person the Monarch had brought back to the Royal City in such a long time, even showcasing him at the Interstellar Conference – the implications of this were not difficult for anyone with a bit of sense to decipher.

Lu Wei bowed apologetically, executing his signature modest gesture. "I'm terribly sorry."

Red bean paste, doggy Sayimas.

Lu Wei stole a discreet glance at the other party.

The Count appeared to be in his thirties, Earth years speaking.

Dressed in regal attire, adorned with a bright red cloak, he had a cosmopolitan appearance, yet it wasn't particularly pleasing to the eye. His looks were rugged and resolute; on Earth, he would at best be reluctantly praised by his numerous aunts and uncles as "a young man with an upright appearance."

By rights, this Earl should also possess royal bloodline, but he doesn't possess an ounce of the majesty of His Majesty the Dog. If His Majesty had this man's face, Lu Wei would never tolerate being merely a casual partner, nor would he choose the luxurious idle life of Royal City.

The agent looked down his nose at them and whispered an account into the ear of the Earl.

The count listened with one ear and out of the other, actually recalling the appearance of the young man who had been favored by His Majesty.

Normally, there might be a chance of mistaken identity, but the Earl had an unforgettable memory for faces that suited his taste. This person was one of them. Unlike ordinary submissives, his eyes didn't hold a vague and dreamy gaze; instead, they radiated an untamable wildness, and his face was incredibly captivating.

"It has to be this person right in front of us!"

The agent continued to incite, "Little Xi was pushed down by this person. If it leads to a miscarriage, the consequences would be grave."

He took a sip of tea and continued, "Moreover, he's a complete stranger, recently stuffed into the company without going through any proper screening process. It's laughable that someone like this can stay at Star Television."

Lu Wei: ...Damn.

This guy was truly the epitome of foolishness, imagining him as one of those pseudo-authoritative colleagues in his delusions.

Lu Wei would rather lose the job than tolerate this guy's antics: "Ah yes, yes, I did get in through the back door. But did I push that guy who was playing the part of a scammer? They really take kindness for granted. Someone come with me to check the surveillance footage, I refuse to believe it!"

Markov: "..."

The chili pepper had indeed lost its patience.

If one could endure the first day, they couldn't endure the fifteenth.

Markov was a master of diplomacy: "Referring to it as 'getting in through the back door' isn't quite accurate. It should be said that I was recommended by a senior executive."

"Senior."

Which senior could it be?

The king at the very top.

Both Markov and the Count knew exactly who that referred to.

The older agent said, "See, I told you it was through the back door?"

The count's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "Be quiet!"

Agent: "....Me?"