Author: Purple Sweet Potato Can Fly

"Luthor?"

"Call me Lex. You saved my life, Clark."

Lex Luthor is wearing an expensive silver-gray suit. He looks young and has an elite and capable temperament. Only a hint of frivolity and cold arrogance belonging to the rich second generation remains between his eyebrows. At this time, he is not yet the cold and steady billionaire he will be in the future.

Millionaires and careerists.

"Even if you reject my gift, I don't want you to be too upset."

Clark followed the good example and chuckled.

"Why are you here, Lex?"

He had some good impressions of Lex, who gave him a pickup truck as a thank you gift.

"Why can't I be here?

Do you think I should spend all day in nightclubs, luxury stores and sports car stores, spending money and partying all day long?"

Lex Luthor asked humorously.

"Don't be ridiculous, Clark, I can't just go for a walk when I'm a little depressed."

"The heir of a billionaire would go out in the countryside like ordinary people, wander around the market and buy some hot dogs and fruit to try to make himself feel better?"

David raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

"The green and vast golf courses in the metropolis are not enough to relieve your boredom."

Taking a walk in the countryside, we happened to meet each other by chance, and we had a very pleasant conversation. It was so pleasant.

Clark had a vague feeling that his younger brother didn't like Lex Luthor very much, and he was a little confused.

But for Luther, besides having a good impression, he also felt a little guilty.

The last time he went to the Luthor Manor to return the pickup truck, he had a few words with Lex Luthor.

Speaking of Lex Luthor's bald head, he said that it was because one day more than ten years ago, his father took him to this small town to inspect a fertilizer factory and encountered a meteorite shower. After the meteorite shower radiated radiation, he lost all his hair.

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"Although I was looked down upon by my father and ostracized by my classmates who thought I was a freak, it didn't matter. It also taught me a lot. For example, being alone is more helpful for thinking.

Cattle and sheep only travel in groups, while wild beasts often travel alone."

Clark still remembered Luther's words. Although he said them coolly and contemptuously, his expression at the time was obviously not completely relieved.

"Who is this?"

"My brother, David." Clark introduced.

"Your brother? Hello, David."

Luther looked at David secretly, said hello, a gloomy expression appeared on his face, and sighed.

“The golf club in Metropolis is very good, but I don’t want to go back there for the time being.

Before I get rid of my identity as a laughing stock."

"What's wrong, Lex?"

"My father believed that the offspring of lions should be brave and diligent."

His tone was self-deprecating.

"Perhaps because I have reached my age and have yet to produce results that impress him, he exiled me to this small town to manage the fertilizer factory in the town."

Luther Group's assets are spread across the United States, especially in metropolitan areas, where almost all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation can be seen.

This training method should not be used to train the heirs of the group. He is transferred from the core of the group with huge affairs and asked to manage a small fertilizer factory in a remote town.

Many people in the upper class of Metropolis have heard how naughty the Luther boys have been since they were little.

His father spent enough money to build several newspapers and prisons from scratch so that he would not be in the newspapers or go to jail for those deeds. Now he must have realized that the mud can't hold up the wall. That shrewd and cold-blooded old bat, Leone

L. Luther finally gave up on him.

"As long as you manage the fertilizer plant well, your father may let you go back sooner or later."

Luther mentioned that he was exiled by his father who had neglected him since childhood. Clark's expression moved slightly and he spoke comforting words.

"I heard that your father only has one son: you."

"Perhaps, but I think it would be better to run that fertilizer plant whose potential is so obvious.

It’s better to open up a new track.”

Luther adjusted his mood and smiled.

"Today's car glass has its origins in a failed chemical experiment, and Coca-Cola around the world can be traced back to a doctor who wanted to make a syrup to relieve headaches..."

"Clark, David, do you know how many huge business opportunities are inconspicuous at first, like seeds buried in the soil, but are later discovered, watered and cultivated by caring people, and then grow into towering trees that countless people look up to?"

He talked eloquently to the two of them, as if he was telling his ambitions and goals.

"So you came to the countryside to look for seeds?"

Clark joked.

"Have you found the seed? Luther."

David also said something and said slowly.

"Not yet, but no matter what you are looking for, the most important thing you need is patience, isn't it?"

Their eyes met, and Luther chuckled gracefully.

It has to be said that aside from the unknown deeds of a playboy, Luther received a good upbringing from an early age, treated people well, and showed good cultivation in his actions, which made people feel like spring breeze and left a good impression on him unconsciously.

The conversation was very pleasant.

"Oh? Really?"

David's eyes flashed with indifference. He felt that Luther thought he had found the seed and was now in the process of digging for it.

That seed was a man who was hit head-on by an out-of-control sports car traveling at over 200 miles per hour, smashing the concrete railings of the bridge and rushing down the river without any injuries - Clark!

Today may be the beginning of the other party's excavation.

"Clark, David, you have to go back and get some more fruit."

Jonathan and Martha, who had just concluded a business deal, came back with joy on their faces.

"A customer who is having a party is interested in our fresh fruits, but the fruits he brought are not enough at the moment."

David and David stood up, and Clark introduced Luther to his parents.

"Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent, nice to meet you."

Lex Luthor extended his hand warmly and kindly.

Jonathan paused, shook his hand politely, and then turned to his two sons.

"You should hurry up and don't keep customers waiting."

It looked like he didn't want to talk to Lex Luthor at all.

Luther's face still maintained a smile showing white teeth, but it seemed to be a little stiff.

"Okay, Father."

David smiled, agreed with Clark and left.

"Father doesn't seem to like Lex Luthor."

On the way out of the market, Clark asked doubtfully.

"My father has a long-standing dislike for the Luther family.

Before the Luther Group used various means to acquire a large amount of land and built the fertilizer plant, the river that flowed through the town near the fertilizer plant had not yet turned green, and there were still grass and soil growing along the river.

It’s not gray, black and smelly.”

David sneered.

"Now……"

An indelible scar has appeared on the map of the town.

"But that's not Lex's fault." Clark felt that he couldn't implicate Lex, who couldn't even do elementary school arithmetic at the time.

"Hi Clark, David."

The two were chatting and were about to drive out of the market when they suddenly bumped into Chloe and Peter who were also out for an outing. They waved happily and walked up.

“Who doesn’t like to go out for an outing on a spring day when the sun is shining brightly and the air is so fresh?”

Chloe took a deep breath and felt very happy.

A few people chatted for a while, and then Peter seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, have you seen Greg?"
To be continued...