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

Not yet satisfied after the photoshoot, the passenger began recording a video. He even pulled out a camera from his bag, mounted on an entry-level gimbal stabilizer.

Xia Liang felt a bit unnerved and mentally slapped a label on the passenger. A geek. He's into photography, and his videography setup is surprisingly professional. With the glasses, plaid shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, and thinning hair, he's a walking stereotype. I'll bet he's a programmer who moonlights as a content creator on some video platform. Thank god he hasn't shown my face.

Otherwise, my face would probably go viral across social media tomorrow.

He could already imagine the clickbait headlines.

Shocking! Man Drives a Ten-Yuan Luxury Car for Didi and Picks Up a Guy Late at Night! For Details, Follow Our Channel!

From his year-plus experience driving for Didi, he knew it wasn't unheard of to see supercars being used for ridesharing.

But he had never heard of a Hui Teng being used for that purpose. The wealthy individuals who bought those cars tended to keep a low profile. As for the young people driving sports cars for Didi, they were just looking to attract attention. A Hui Teng, which was ridiculously expensive but lacked flash, would never have been considered. Five minutes later, the man finally settled down, though the look in his eyes was far from satisfied.

"Hello, Sir," he began, "I'm a programmer, and I'm also a content creator on a video platform. I'd like to..."

Just as I thought. Xia Liang cut him off.

"You want to film the whole car? Go buy one yourself. It's not expensive."

The programmer was stunned. Not expensive? Ten Yuan, and he's telling me it's not expensive? Is that something a human would say? Ten Yuan... how many lines of code would I have to write for that? Would my already thinning hair even survive?

Xia Liang glanced at him from the corner of his eye. He'd probably look like a pretty boy without the glasses. A pity he chose the wrong profession.

"You have any sisters you can introduce me to?" Xia Liang joked. "If you do, I'll let you film!"

The man in the plaid shirt slapped his thigh and replied without a moment's hesitation.

"You should have said so sooner! I have two, and they're both gorgeous goddesses. And single! Just let me film, and I'll give you their contact info. Both of them."

"Huh? Your actual sisters?"

That was fast. This guy seems like quite a catch, so why is he so eager to sell out his sisters? Could this be a scam?

"Absolutely. We've even had DNA tests done to prove it."

DNA tests? Your family has that tradition?

The young man in the shirt sighed. "My younger sister is still too young. Are you married? I can introduce you to my older sister. She's got celebrity-level looks. But because she's so beautiful, she has incredibly high standards. She's already twenty-five and has never even been on a date."

Xia Liang shook his head blankly. "Not married yet."

Am I being cross-sold here? She's probably a dinosaur. Seeing Xia Liang's skeptical expression, the young man insisted, "You don't believe me, do you? Here, I'll show you a couple of pictures."

He opened the photo album on his phone. It contained several photos, and even more frightening, each photo came with a detailed profile. Age, hobbies, profession—it was all there.

This guy has really pulled out all the stops to marry off his sister! But they do look a bit alike.

"Take off your glasses. Let me see if you resemble her," Xia Liang said after looking at the photos. The shirted man immediately took them off.

"It says here her profession is a car dealership manager. You could film cars anytime you want, couldn't you? Why would you sell out your sister just to film a Hui Teng?"

Xia Liang was puzzled. From the picture, his sister didn't seem like a particularly strict person. Letting her brother take a few photos or make a quick video in a show car should have been as easy as getting a glass of water.

The moment he finished speaking, the young man's face twisted into a woeful expression. "That was in the past. Ever since I started trying to set her up on blind dates, my life has gotten progressively worse. If I set foot in her dealership now, she'd probably beat me to death."

His pitiful look made Xia Liang laugh. Is this the so-called "bloodline suppression" I've read about online? He was probably beaten up by his sister a lot when they were kids.

A mischievous smirk played on Xia Liang's lips. "In that case, I'm not letting you film. Delete everything you just took. Imagine selling out your own sister just to film a car."

The young man grew anxious. "You just agreed! How can you go back on your word? Setting her up on a date isn't selling her out! Besides, you seem like a decent guy. You don't look like one of those playboys who cycle through women. Usually, the guys who use their nice cars to pick up girls only accept female passengers. But I can see your order history has both men and women, so you're running a legitimate business."

He suddenly looked interested. "What's your name? Aren't you afraid I'll tell your sister about this?"

The young man remained perfectly calm. "My name is He Zhou. If you genuinely want to get in touch with my sister, whether for a serious relationship or just for fun, you wouldn't go around telling her I tried to set you up. Besides, I don't think someone who uses a Hui Teng to drive for Didi would be bored enough to gossip about something like this. It would only lower your own standing. What do I have to be afraid of?"

He Zhou pushed up his glasses, his analysis calm and collected. He came off as highly intelligent.

Xia Liang chuckled. "Alright, you win. But I'm not interested."

During their conversation, the car had already arrived at the destination. A notification chimed from the phone: "You have reached your destination. Please watch for traffic when exiting the vehicle. Goodbye..."

Seeing Xia Liang's serious expression, He Zhou knew he wasn't joking. Damn it! I spent so long preparing all this material, and it failed on the very first try!

He got out of the car and glanced again at his sister's photos on his phone. The power of the bloodline was so strong that just looking at her photo made him feel a bit sick to his stomach. He shook his head and sighed.

"It's over. I'm offering her for free and there are still no takers."

「」

Meanwhile, Xia Liang continued his Didi enterprise.

However, no new missions appeared for the rest of the evening.

Just as he was getting ready to head home, Big Wave, who had been missing for twenty-four hours, emerged from some nook or cranny. She leaned against the car door, her expression as icy as ever.

"Big Wave! You've got some nerve showing your face! What happened to the new bumper you promised? And the paint job? And the gas money?" Xia Liang wasn't particularly surprised to see her, but the memory of how his car had been abused made his blood boil.

"My name is not Big Wave."

"Call yourself whatever you want. Just fix my car."

"My name is Xiao Qianxi."

"And I'm Santa Claus. Stop changing the subject."

Xiao Qianxi slipped right into the passenger seat. She then pulled a rolled-up, scroll-like object from inside her coat. Its exquisite appearance instantly piqued Xia Liang's interest.

"Not bad. So you do know how to reward a good Samaritan. What's this, some kind of antique?"

He unrolled it.

[Protecting the People, Safeguarding the City]

[A Commendation for Mr. Xia Liang]

[From a Certain Special Agency]

"This Master braved a hail of bullets for you, earning a grand total of 9.2 Yuan, and you think you can fob me off with a pennant?"

The usually cold and aloof Xiao Qianxi bent over with laughter, her light-brown, wavy hair swaying from side to side.

"What do you think? It suits you, doesn't it?"

"Suits my ass!"

"Don't be ungrateful. This is the first time our department has ever issued a pennant."

"Who gives a damn! Fix my car!"

"Aren't you curious about which department I'm from?"

"Stop! I don't want to hear it!"

Xia Liang clamped his hands over his ears. You gain some, you lose some. There's no doubt that Xiao Qianxi's department is top secret. As a member, how could she possibly reveal information? This can only mean that chick is definitely up to no good.

"Take a guess. There's a reward if you're right," Xiao Qianxi said, her interest piqued as she looked around the new car, running a hand over the dashboard.

She noticed I changed cars. This one is obviously much better than yesterday's.

Although Xia Liang already knew everything from her status panel, he feigned ignorance. "National Security? The Bureau of Six Doors? The Imperial Guard? The Emperor's Secret Service?"

"Can you be serious? Only the first one was even close."

Xiao Qianxi stared into Xia Liang's eyes and held up two fingers. "Luan Long. The highest special response unit. Our operations are not bound by the conventions of the Dragon Country."

Still covering his ears, Xia Liang started whistling, pretending he hadn't heard a thing. Dragon Group sounds better anyway. Not bound by the Dragon Country's convention? How is that any different from a state-sanctioned terrorist organization?!

"I know what you're thinking," she said, "but we act with a conscience. We always do our best to avoid harming the innocent."

"What was that? I can't read lips." Xia Liang just shook his head.

Xiao Qianxi continued to patiently coax him, preparing to lay out her terms.