Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!

Chapter 678 - 207: Refusal and Flaunting

"Miss Su, we sincerely invite you to attend. Admiral Bai will be there, and the party will have many interesting programs with many celebrities.""Not going." Su Xiaocai’s tone was very flat, like a salted fish. Admiral Bai is going because he’s on the battlefield and cannot afford to disrespect Admiral Lu and Admiral Yi; timely response when calling for help or support is crucial.

She wasn’t going to the battlefield, nor did she want to be a sucker. If she didn’t want to go, she wouldn’t. Her profession and status gave her the confidence to refuse anyone.

The Lu family member’s smile slightly cracked, "You are in research, meeting some amazing people would be beneficial for your studies."

"Oh, not going. I have occasional bouts of introversion. On holidays, staying home to watch live streams feels great, relaxing, inspiring." Su Xiaocai rambled, "The weather forecast says it will snow on Harvest Day. It’s cold; staying indoors is cozier."

Lu family member: Bullshit, didn’t you just come back from outside? It already snowed, right?

The Lu family felt as if they had eaten bitter lotus, tongues going numb, not knowing what was best to say next.

If there was a hint of a smile or politeness at the start, they could have sweet-talked her into attending the party.

The key is that Su Xiaocai is utterly indifferent. No matter if you praise the party as the best platform for upper-class interaction, she remains unmoved.

Given Su Xiaocai’s status, there’s no need to climb higher.

She already has fame, honor, plenty of money, widespread connections, a triumphant life.

An Admiral’s relative giving her the highest level of courtesy by wanting to meet her is already sufficient.

The Lu family couldn’t persuade Su Xiaocai and revealed their ultimate purpose, "We will also announce the charity list that night. If President Su doesn’t attend, would you like to make a contribution?"

"No money. I’m using it to give benefits to employees in remote areas. The rest I need for research. In short, no money, don’t ask me for it. I’m poor, really poor. If air weren’t free, I wouldn’t have survived this long." Su Xiaocai straightforwardly refused to donate. She doesn’t need to market herself now, practically shutting down the conversation.

The Lu family remained unconvinced, "But people who don’t attend usually donate. It’s for a good cause; we plan to donate the money to..."

Su Xiaocai’s indifferent demeanor shifted; she sat upright and solemnly said, "I’ve said my piece. You should shut up now. If you dare spin this, I don’t mind mutual destruction."

The Lu family was shocked: How can she directly verbalize threats, lawless indeed.

Perhaps there’s a generation gap with young people, making it impossible to communicate smoothly.

Su Xiaocai coldly snorted internally: Forcing her to donate? No way.

Poor, not a boast, a fact.

A Mecha alone costs hundreds of billions, weapon research spending is even more exaggerated, planning to build a greenhouse later, construction underway on her own planet; money flows like water, calculated in trillions, indeed very lacking in funds.

Unexpectedly, the Lu family kept pushing: "President Su, anyone wanting to do big business on Capital Star donates. It would look bad if you don’t. We don’t require much; just donate a painting, okay?"

They felt Su Xiaocai is young, comprehends war, understands business battles, but probably doesn’t grasp a painting’s significance, hence the bold request.

He assumed a flattering posture, "President Su, just consider it, only a painting. To you, it’s just paper and ink, but to the recipients, you’d be their biggest help." This tactic works on many presidents, compliments must accompany matching expressions.

"Your paintings are renowned far and wide in the galaxy; even Admiral Lu appreciates your work..."

Su Xiaocai half-smiled: Not giving face, huh? She only gave Admiral Bai a sketch.

She has no desire to let a painting become someone else’s bragging or money laundering tool.

A painting worth billions would undoubtedly become the party’s most dazzling donation, elevating the event’s prestige, yet indirectly disgracing others.

They get the fame, she takes the blame, real cunning.

Seeing Su Xiaocai silent, the Lu family dared to smile, perhaps sensing her growing discomfort.

And so they changed tactics: "President Su, listen, many people at the party are eagerly anticipating your painting. If you don’t attend and your name isn’t mentioned, it might lead to exclusion."

Su Xiaocai changed her posture and abruptly said, "Want a painting? Fine, have Admiral Lu come personally." I’ll see if he’s embarrassed to bring it up.