I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan

It wasn't long before the Geraldo reached the preset finish line. Si Fang glanced out the window and saw the two lackeys squatting by the side of the road, faces full of anger, muttering curses under their breath. She saw it all but didn't mind in the slightest, simply waiting in the car for the others to catch up.

Several minutes passed, and the first few cars from the race began arriving. To Si Fang's surprise, however, the Ferrari F8 she had been racing against was nowhere to be seen. When she saw the boy she had bet with get out of a different car, she decided not to dwell on it. She got out of her own car and shouted, "Zhao Tong! You lost! Remember to honor the bet!"

But the young man named Zhao Tong paid her no mind. He stormed straight over to his two lackeys and yelled, "Where's the car you were supposed to block? Are you useless? Where is he?!"

Hearing their boss's outburst, the two lackeys felt a grievance they couldn't voice. The fury they'd been suppressing now felt even more suffocating. Seeing their expressions, Zhao Tong grew even more furious.

"Are you two mute? I'm fucking talking to you! Speak up! Where's the guy you were supposed to stop?"

His deafening roar left them no choice but to answer.

"B-Boss… that driver was a madman! We couldn't stop him! He nearly ran us over!"

Even though some time had passed, the memory of the incident still left them shaken with lingering fear. If they had reacted even a fraction of a second slower and failed to dodge, they would have died right there.

Hearing this, Zhao Tong only got angrier. He kicked the man who had just spoken, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"Useless trash! Fucking useless! You can't even handle one simple thing?"

As if that one kick wasn't enough to vent his anger, he landed several more, kicking the lackey until the man's eyes started to roll back in his head.

None of the onlookers dared to intervene; most were too scared to meddle in Zhao Tong's affairs. As for Si Fang, she saw them all as cut from the same cloth, none of them deserving any pity. Still, as a girl, she found the sight unbearable. Unwilling to get involved, she simply called out one last thing before leaving.

"Zhao Tong, just remember to honor the bet! I'm leaving!"

With that, she returned to her Geraldo, started the engine, and sped away.

The car quickly vanished from sight, but its departure seemed to jog the other lackey's memory. He immediately pulled out his phone.

"Boss! Boss! Calm down! We couldn't stop him, but we got a picture of his car! We have his license plate number!"

This immediately caught Zhao Tong's attention. He stopped kicking the man on the ground, snatched the phone, and examined the screen closely. Seeing a clear photo of the BMW's license plate, his anger subsided slightly. Ignoring his two lackeys, he stepped aside to make a call, ordering someone to find out who owned the car.

After hanging up, he snarled through gritted teeth, "Think you're hot shit driving a crappy BMW, huh? Just you wait! This isn't over. You made me lose the race!"

* * *

Xia Liang was completely unaware that his casual action had piqued the intense interest of two powerful scions from Qingyun City, both of whom were now sending people to investigate him. Even if he did know, he probably wouldn't care. He'd just wonder why these people were so obsessed with digging into everyone's background. Right now, he was simply on his way back into the city.

At eight o'clock in the evening, after completing his tenth Didi order, Xia Liang arrived at Paradise Bar. Following the navigation to the location Dong Jian had mentioned, he realized it was the same bar where the conflict had happened the day before.

So this is Scarface's territory, huh?

With a slightly strange expression, Xia Liang shook his head, parked the car, and walked inside.

The bar was already lively, with lights flashing and deafening music pounding through the space. Following Dong Jian's description, Xia Liang quickly found him in a corner, sitting with a man and a woman. The woman was dressed sexily and bore a slight resemblance to Dong Jian; this was obviously Dong Xin. The man with his arm around her must have been the rich kid who was her sponsor.

Xia Liang walked over and sat down, speaking casually. "Sorry, I'm a little late. I just finished a ride, and the passenger's destination was pretty far."

The rich kid looked up at him and asked offhandedly, "A ride? You drive a taxi?"

"Something like that. To be precise, I'm a Didi driver."

Hearing this, the rich kid scoffed. "I was wondering who had the balls to smash my car. Turns out it was just some Didi driver."

"Your car?"

"That's right. The Porsche 911 you smashed the other day was mine. I just let this kid brother of mine borrow it for a couple of days."

"Oh."

Xia Liang nodded. Recalling Dong Jian's money-grubbing demeanor, it never seemed likely he could afford a Porsche 911. This made a lot more sense.

"Let's cut to the chase," the rich kid continued. "You smashed my car, threatened my little brother, and forced him to sign an IOU for twenty Yuan. I'm in a good mood today. Give me five Yuan, kowtow, and apologize. We'll call it even, and you can go back to picking up your fares."

Xia Liang chuckled and shook his head slowly. "What a coincidence, I'm in a good mood today, too. The twenty Yuan—it can be more, but not one point less. You give me the money, then you get on your knees, kowtow, and call me 'Daddy.' Then I'll pretend I never heard what you just said."

The rich kid froze for a second, then roared with anger. He grabbed a beer bottle, smashed it on the edge of the table, and pointed the jagged, broken glass at Xia Liang.

"Don't fucking push it when I'm giving you an out. Do you have any idea who I am? I'll give you one last chance: kowtow, apologize, hand over five Yuan, and get the hell out. Otherwise, you won't be leaving at all!"

As he finished speaking, several men in suits who were already standing nearby swiftly surrounded them, staring at Xia Liang with blank expressions, ready to pounce at his slightest move.

A smile played on Xia Liang's lips. "Wow, you came well-prepared."

The rich kid laughed smugly. "Heh, do you know who runs this place? The notorious Scar Brother of the underworld! I have some pull with him. I can't make promises about other places, but in here, if I say you aren't walking out, you'll be crawling out."

Meanwhile, the very same Scarface the rich kid had mentioned was skillfully reversing his car into a parking space. As he was about to get out, he caught a glimpse of a familiar BMW out of the corner of his eye. That wasn't the crucial part. The license plate was.

To avoid offending his powerhouse of a boss, Scarface had memorized the license plate numbers of all of Xia Liang's cars.

FUCK! The boss is here!

Startled, Scarface forgot everything else and sprinted toward the bar.

At the entrance, two security guards saw him and bowed deeply, shouting, "Greetings, Scar Brother!"

However, Scarface had no time for them; his mind was consumed by the image of that one man.

He burst into the bar, his senses on high alert. His eyes scanned the room frantically until he finally spotted a familiar figure. There he was, sitting on a sofa, calmly sipping a drink. In front of him, a man was menacingly pointing a broken beer bottle at him, surrounded by several of the bar's security guards.

FUCK! Who is this motherfucker?!

A cold sweat broke out on Scarface's back. He pushed his legs to their absolute limit, dashing toward the scene faster than he ever had before. Even back in the day, when a mob was chasing him with knives, he hadn't run this fast.