Chapter 684 - 675: Never Trust Any of Your Farts
Chapter 684: Chapter 675: Never Trust Any of Your Farts
"What do you mean the house got stolen?"
"Yeah, Xiao Yi, Xiao Su said they were raiding his house for gold coins. Does he really have gold coins at home? Souvenirs?"
At the dining table, the two elders looked at Shen Yi and asked. By this time, Su Qing had already hurried off.
After all, once he got the call from Comrade Su, he knew something had happened at home. This was not the time for fooling around, so he apologized to everyone as he left, saying he needed to go home, leaving everyone confused.
Faced with the elders’ inquiries, Shen Yi and Wen Nanqing, the two youngsters, could only force a smile.
"Uncle, Auntie, don’t worry. From his tone, you can tell it’s nothing serious. Otherwise, he wouldn’t sound like that!"
"Exactly, Mom and Dad, you’re overthinking. The gold coins Xiao Su mentioned aren’t those gold commemorative coins, not like the ones you collect at home."
Shen Yi:...
If Su Qing were still here, he’d definitely shout, "Damn, I was just talking casually! Didn’t expect you really have gold coins at home, how can I handle this?"
Truly, old capitalists are deep-pocketed and extravagant, not something a nouveau riche like him can imagine.
Though he has money, he never thought about buying luxury items for collection. Simply put, he’s not at that level yet.
Reaching Old Man Wen’s level, coupled with decades of foundation, even though he’s retired, the house is full of good stuff.
Not to mention, some collectible wines, be it baijiu or red wine, can be kept as collector’s items. Whenever they are brought out, they’re worth a lot, some can even make money.
After all, some things might not have been worth much when bought; Old Man Wen started building his fortune in the last century.
At the same time, elsewhere, due to having a few drinks with Old Man Wen, Su Qing couldn’t drive, so he ran out of the district and flagged down a taxi on the road: "Driver, Jiangming District!"
"Got it!"
Five minutes later: "Driver, can you go faster? This is urgent, extremely urgent..."
Taxi driver: "No matter how fast, an 86 can’t catch a Benz, I don’t believe in love either, also, vomiting in the car costs 500."
[The taxi driver, hurt by love, has seen countless break-ups amongst couples, unattainable love. His heart is tougher than that of a fishmonger. Without women in his heart, he naturally draws his dagger. His motto is: make money, make money, and still, damn it, make money!]
Su Qing:...
Come on, he just wants to get home fast to save his house from being raided for gold coins, not to hear another stand-up comedy routine!
Besides, this isn’t Crosstalk City! But you have to admit, the money was well spent.
"Driver, I can’t hold it any longer, it’s the big one, and it’s loose," Su Qing said quietly.
Taxi Driver: o(ﾟДﾟ)っ!
"Why didn’t you say so earlier! Brother, hold on, if you vomit in the car, I can manage, but if you poop in the car, I’ll go all out, remember, I trust you 100% now, but don’t trust any of your farts."
As he spoke, there was a ’boom’, faintly, Su Qing felt he heard the engine wail, and then an unparalleled sense of acceleration, one word: awesome!
Simultaneously, the driver tapped his phone, and in an instant, the car was filled with explosive music.
’Take shrimp, love my fake pens, call grandpa, how’s life in prison, beautiful friend, take your mom flying, beating up children and kicking their butts...’
In no time, a taxi was zigzagging through the streets of Jiang City, cutting every corner, moving tactically—tactically like a phantom blade, drifting through drainage ditches.
The yellow cab back then was nothing; this is the real Jiang City Daredevil, proving once again that the three major mysterious folk organizations in the country are not famous for nothing.
Delivery guys, taxi drivers, and the village women by the mouth, each one possesses amazing skills, today he witnessed it firsthand.
Indeed, human potential can be forced out, especially when personal interests are involved. Potential becomes infinitely amplified.
When he said he was in a hurry, the driver couldn’t care less, but when he mentioned needing to poop, the driver was more attentive than anyone else.
Thus, what should have taken over 20 minutes was cut by nearly half. Bravo, very nice.
Anyway, when Su Qing got out of the car, he was dazed. Not to mention, his legs were a bit wobbly. Though he considers himself an experienced driver, he clearly felt he wasn’t on the same level as this driver, who must be at least race car driver caliber, at the very least a top amateur, just unsure why he was driving a taxi.
But he isn’t one to dig into such matters, after all, it’s just a stranger, no need to investigate further.
Wobbling
Su Qing staggered towards home, heart pounding, hands trembling, finally knocking on the door.
"Mom! Mom! I’m back, open the door!" Su Qing shouted.
Soon, the door opened.
"Son... son, you’re back~" Zhou Hui said a bit guiltily.
Hearing this, Su Qing’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be the crystal got raided?
As expected, just as he thought this, a narrator prompt sounded in Su Qing’s mind.
[The rebellious mother eventually softened, being unable to save face, got raided for 10,000 gold coins, like throwing dumplings to a dog, there’s no return!]
Hearing the narrator’s prompt, Su Qing felt aggrieved yet somewhat relieved. 10,000, not much. If it were 100,000, even though he’s worth billions, he doesn’t want to give away money for nothing, especially money that won’t return.
This is different from helping Ding Qiang, firstly, he gets along well with Ding Qiang, secondly, knowing full well the other party never returns money, yet still getting raided for gold coins, it’s frustrating.
"Mom..."
But before he could finish, a voice came from inside the house.
"Is that Xiao Qing? Ah, our big boss is back, come in!"
Hearing this, Su Qing glanced at his mom, Zhou Hui quickly smiled and said, "Come in, your aunt is here."
Seeing this, Su Qing looked at his mom, said nothing, and then went inside. For the first time, Zhou Hui felt a bit guilty facing her son.
When Su Qing entered, he put on a smile, immediately spotting the woman standing by the sofa, not tall, in her fifties, with short hair, eyebrows somewhat similar to his mom’s, but she had become chubby, she was his real aunt.
Just that... how to put it, his relationship with her family wasn’t close, for reasons Su Qing knew a few things about, back then when the family was poor, there were inevitable, normal frictions.
Plus, after his aunt married out, she didn’t live in the hometown, and for the past few years when they all moved to the city, so even though she’s his real aunt, Su Qing doesn’t feel particularly close to her.
Of course, his lack of closeness is because they haven’t interacted much. As for any unpleasantness between the families, that’s the older generation’s business, he’s not in a position to comment.
"Auntie, when did you arrive? Have you eaten yet?" Su Qing greeted with a smile, making sure his courtesy was impeccable.
"I just arrived this afternoon. Ah, Xiao Qing, you’ve really grown more and more handsome. I heard from your mom you have a girlfriend? When will you bring her over? You’ve graduated, look at you, your career is successful, it’s time to consider marriage."
As soon as she finished, a narrator prompt sounded in Su Qing’s mind.
[The somewhat cunning aunt seems to be sincerely happy for you, congratulating you, but in reality, due to past disharmony with your family, she’s jealous deep down. Why is it that her son, nearing thirty, still doesn’t have a car, a good job, or a partner, while you suddenly became a young billionaire, even your mom is now living the good life.]
[Especially seeing the once rebellious mom’s current appearance, the cunning aunt is even more envious, as even at her age back then, she never looked this radiant.]
Su Qing:...
Indeed, human nature!
You can’t say the narrator isn’t something, knowing too much, there are no secrets, and human nature isn’t usually pretty.
With his current achievements, there are only a few who genuinely feel happy for him.
Originally, he could understand this, after all, who doesn’t have a competitive streak? But if he didn’t know, even if he understood deep down, everyone could still get along, but knowing it makes him lean naturally.
After all, he’s not a masochist, knowing how they feel, he can’t remain indifferent.
"Of course, when the time comes, I’ll definitely invite you to the wedding banquet!"
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