Chapter 356 This Is For You (1/2)
Chapter 356: This Is For You
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Li Du was confused when he saw all this mess. He asked Robbie quietly, ”Is this man crazy?”
”I heard what you said, I heard you!” the young man pointed at him.
Li Du was shocked; this guy had good ears. He had been whispering just now and the young man had been playing with the golden retriever. But he could somehow still hear him.
Conrad stopped and said, ”I'm not insane—of course not. But I might have issues because I get mad easily. I'm anxious, but who cares? It doesn't kill, right?”
Li Du had talked behind his back and he’d been caught. He nodded, feeling embarrassed. ”You’re right.”
The golden retriever wanted to play again. It jumped on Conrad's back and knocked him over.
Conrad pushed the golden retriever away, yelling, ”Go away, Little Plane!”
The golden retriever speedily ran away.
Conrad got up and reached out his hand. ”We know each other now. Hi, Li Du. I'm Max Conrad—”
”Hi, you already introduced yourself,” Li Du had no choice but to interrupt him. This guy was too talkative—he couldn't stand him.
”I'm not done yet. Let me finish introducing myself. My English name is Max Conrad. My Chinese name is Lu Guan.”
Li Du was shocked when he heard this. ”Oh my—do you know what that means? And that tattoo on your chest... I don't know how to say this, but I think you’ve made a mistake.”
Conrad said confidently, ”Of course I know. Lu Guan was China's Leonardo da Vinci. He was a talented inventor like Thomas Edison!”
Li Du stood there blankly. ”You mean Lu Ban,” he mumbled.
”Yes, Lu Guan,” Conrad said happily. ”That's who I'm talking about. Both of us are talented inventors.”
Li Du sighed, ”It’s ‘Lu Ban,’ not ‘Lu Guan.’‘Lu Guan’ sounds like something else.”
Conrad became curious. ”What do you mean?”
Li Du felt helpless. He was here to buy a carriage. He wasn’t a Mandarin teacher and he hadn't come here to promote Chinese culture.
But he explained as it was a polite thing to do: ”‘Lu Guan’ sounds like the word for ‘masturbating’ in Mandarin.”
Conrad paused for a moment, and then laughed. ”Oh yes, I love to masturbate. My nickname is ‘Jet.’ My dog is called ‘Little Plane,’ and I shall call myself ‘Lu Guan!’”
Li Du covered his face with his hands. He was trying to calm down. ”Alright, man. As long as you like it...”
”Of course I like it. I love this Chinese name so much. From now on, call me ‘Lu Guan!’ Don't call me ‘Max’ or ‘Mr. Conrad.’ Mr. Conrad was my father and he's dead.”
Hans glared at Robbie. ”F*ck,” he whispered, ”why didn't you tell us that this guy likes to talk?”
Robbie said, ”This is just the beginning. Wait until he's drunk.”
Conrad turned around and shouted, ”Hey, don't talk behind my back. Say it to my face. By the way, Robbie is right, this is just the beginning.”
Li Du was surprised. He had noticed Hans and Robbie talking, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. However, this young man had heard everything.
He cleared his throat. ”Max, man..—”
”It's ‘Lu Guan,’” Conrad emphasized.
Li Du sighed. ”Alright, Mr. Lu Guan. I saw your carriage just now and I'm interested in—”
”It's yours.” Lu Guan patted his shoulder.