Chapter 32

Liu Handong's email was a five-digit QQ email address. Song Shuang glanced at it and memorized it immediately, then put the note in her pocket. She led her companions to take Grandma Sun to the hospital and withdrew ten thousand yuan in cash from the ATM in the hospital lobby using the bank card donated by Liu Handong.

After completing the hospital admission procedures, Song Shuang took out her iPhone and added Liu Handong's QQ number, then added his WeChat. Everything went smoothly, and she smiled softly, like a cat that had stolen a goldfish.

Liu Handong was waiting at the 520 terminal station, not very focused on his work. He was playing with his newly bought Coolpad phone, chatting on WeChat with Ma Ling. The two of them were chatting back and forth, having a great time, but they didn't do much real work, earning only twenty yuan in the afternoon.

A large bus came from afar, driven by Ma Ling. The motorcycle taxi drivers rushed over to solicit customers, but Liu Handong bought a bottle of iced cola and waited at a distance.

Ma Ling parked the bus, walked over, and took the cola, fanning her collar. "It's so hot. The 520 route still hasn't switched to air-conditioned buses. It's freezing in winter and scorching in summer, truly miserable."

Liu Handong said, "That's why I bought you an iced cola."

Ma Ling smiled sweetly. "You have a heart." She playfully punched Liu Handong.

In the temporary rest room at the bus station, a male driver saw this scene and turned away, feeling depressed.

Suddenly, Liu Handong's phone rang. Ma Ling snatched it. "Hey, someone added you on WeChat, calling herself Shuang'er. What a nice name, where did you meet her?"

Liu Handong said, "I swear, I didn't even shake my phone."

Ma Ling glared at him. "You even know how to shake it, so you're cheating on me, right? I'll hit you." She raised her hand to hit him but laughed first and threw the phone to Liu Handong. "Check your Shuang'er."

At this moment, Shuang'er sent a message. Liu Handong immediately showed it to Ma Ling. The sender claimed to be a staff member of the Small Animal Protection Association, someone they had met before. She thanked Liu Handong for his generous donation and reported the expenses, including the hospital deposit for Grandma Sun, CT scan fees, and the purchase of cat and dog food.

"Hey, you're a philanthropist, how much did you donate?" Ma Ling asked.

"Apparently, ten thousand yuan," Liu Handong said.

Ma Ling was stunned for a moment. Seeing Liu Handong's serious expression, she realized it wasn't a joke. Considering that he could pay the hospital deposit, it must have been a significant amount. She was a bit puzzled. After Liu Handong explained the whole story, Ma Ling said, "You, you're a stubborn donkey, a very stubborn donkey, but I like it."

Liu Handong chuckled.

"By the way, what about the job? Are you willing to drive a taxi? I've already contacted them. You can sign up for training and get your license in a month. It's a regular contract with a big company. Here's the application form." Ma Ling said.

"Thank you," Liu Handong said.

"What are you thanking me for? Are you serious?" Ma Ling asked.

"Of course, what kind of relationship do we have?" Liu Handong asked.

"Right, what kind of relationship do we have?" Ma Ling asked.

"I don't know," Liu Handong said.

Ma Ling playfully hit him.

"Xiao Ma!" a colleague called from a distance. Ma Ling checked the time and hurried over, turning back to smile. "Take me out for dinner tonight."

Liu Handong's phone rang again. It was another message from Shuang'er, introducing herself and asking why he had donated such a large sum to Grandma Sun, especially given his own modest living conditions.

Liu Handong thought for a moment and replied: "It's ill-gotten gains, and I feel better giving it away."

In the hospital corridor, Song Shuang, holding her phone, almost fainted with anger, thinking, "That money is from me, how can it be ill-gotten gains?"

She sent another message: "Can we talk about yourself?"

A while later, a reply came: "Busy with customers, talk later."

Song Shuang pouted, holding her phone and checking it every minute, hoping for a WeChat notification. After half an hour, the phone remained silent, making her breathe heavily. She put the phone back in her bag, muttering, "Damn, are you still busy with customers? Did you run into a shrew like last time?" Suddenly, she realized, "Why do I care so much?"

Suddenly, the WeChat notification sounded. Song Shuang quickly grabbed her phone, but the large bag and numerous items inside made it difficult to find. After a while, she found the phone and opened it to see a voice message from a classmate asking what she was eating for dinner.

"No, I'm dieting!" Song Shuang angrily replied.

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Ma Ling finished work, and Liu Handong picked her up on his three-wheeled motorcycle, planning to take her to Tuji Dog Meat, but Ma Ling said she was afraid of dogs, even dead ones. She suggested they go for Western food. They went to a café at the foot of Yun Mountain, ordered two simple meals, and two cups of coffee.

While eating, Ma Ling had Liu Handong fill out the training application form and ordered two thirty-yuan ice creams. She sat with her legs crossed, licking the ice cream, looking very content.

Outside, a loud rumble was heard. Liu Handong looked up and saw over ten motorcycles of various models roaring in. The riders were either in bright racing suits or black leather jackets with a heavy metal style. Their speakers blared rock music. They stopped downstairs, circling around Liu Handong's three-wheeled motorcycle, and some took out their phones to take photos.

Liu Handong thought, "Are these people going to steal my bike? No, these motorcycles are mostly smuggled, costing at least ten thousand yuan each. They wouldn't be interested in this old Qianjiang 125."

Ma Ling said, "Don't worry, they're my friends from the Baozou E Clan Club."

Liu Handong asked, "Why did you call them here?"

"To pay the bill and to let them admire the Fire God of the Fire Chariot," Ma Ling said proudly.

"Admire the corpse," Liu Handong laughed. These people were Ma Ling's friends, so they were his friends too.

The group clattered upstairs, men and women, scaring the waiters who thought they were there to cause trouble. Ma Ling stood up and called, "Over here." Liu Handong noticed that the small clothing store owner who had lent him a T-shirt and boots was among them.

"Hello, Lingjie," the group greeted in unison, like a gang. They were all young, mostly 90s-born, with a proud look in their eyes.

Ma Ling introduced them one by one to Liu Handong. "You've met her, my sister, Ma Qi, a great doctor, the team's medic, and a nurse in the emergency department of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital."

Liu Handong said, "Isn't she running a store?"

Ma Qi said casually, "I was fired by the hospital."

Ma Ling said, "Don't interrupt, I'm not done. This is the club president, Tan Shuai, this is Shen Huawei, this is Huo Lei..."

Everyone greeted Liu Handong, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Someone shouted, "Add him on WeChat, for easy contact."

Ma Ling loudly said, "Quiet down, now I'll introduce the Fire God of the Fire Chariot, Liu Handong!"

Everyone whistled and clapped. Liu Handong noticed that Huo Lei, the son of the landlady, who had almost fought with him a few days ago, was among them.

Tan Shuai said, "Quiet down, we're lucky to meet the Yun Mountain car god today. Let's learn some cornering techniques from him."

Everyone started chattering. Liu Handong said, "I can drive, but I can't teach."

Ma Ling said, "Then show us, it'll help digest our food. Let's take a ride around Yun Mountain."

Everyone cheered. Liu Handong looked hesitant. "On a broken bike?"

Ma Ling said, "What else?"

Tan Shuai said, "Lingjie, don't joke. Dongge needs a good bike to show his skills. Choose any of our bikes."

Liu Handong and the group went downstairs, and he inspected the motorcycles. The riders looked at him expectantly, hoping the car god would choose their bike.

"This one," Liu Handong picked Huo Lei's Kawasaki 400.

Huo Lei looked delighted and punched the air. "Yeah!"

Everyone got on their bikes, girls climbed onto the back of their boyfriends, and Tan Shuai invited Ma Ling to ride with him, but she declined. "You guys have fun, I haven't finished my ice cream."

The riders roared off, and Ma Ling returned to her seat to continue eating and drinking. Suddenly, Liu Handong's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Shuang'er again.

"Are you free tomorrow? I'd like to take you out for dinner."

Ma Ling pressed the screen and replied, "Not free!"

"What about the day after tomorrow?" the other side persisted.

"Have to be with my girlfriend," Ma Ling replied through gritted teeth.

Shuang'er finally gave up.

At home, Song Shuang threw herself on the bed and sobbed. She hadn't felt so humiliated since junior high school. As the daughter of the Public Security Bureau chief, inviting a poor guy to dinner and being repeatedly rejected was unbearable!

Keke walked over and gently nudged Song Shuang, comforting her.

Song Shuang sat up and hugged Keke. "I won't talk to him anymore. If I do, I'll be a dog."

In the café, Ma Ling was contentedly eating her ice cream.

Twenty minutes later, the motorcycles returned. The riders took off their helmets, excitedly coming over. Tan Shuai ordered a lot of drinks, and everyone sat together, praising Liu Handong's superb driving skills on the Kawasaki 400, which had amazed them all. Initially, some were skeptical about his identity, but now they were all in awe.

"Dongge lives upstairs from me. He's not only a car god but also a war god!" Huo Lei said animatedly, preparing to tell a story he had heard from his mother about a gunfight.

Liu Handong stopped him. "Don't talk about that nonsense."

Huo Lei took the hint. "I won't, I won't."

Ma Qi said, "It's not nonsense. Dongge is a detective. I saw the gun on his waist that day. By the way, Lingjie, where did you go to fight?"

Tan Shuai said excitedly, "A fight? Why didn't you call us?"

Ma Ling said calmly, "We went to the Shifeng Group. There was a gunfight. You kids are better off not being there."

Tan Shuai said, "A gunfight? How many were killed?"

Ma Ling said, "I shot off someone's ear, and Liu Handong killed a Doberman. We were chased by over fifty people in four cars. My motorcycle was left at the Shifeng Group, probably dismantled by those bastards."

Tan Shuai, Huo Lei, and the others gasped. The Shifeng Group was well-known in society, and Wang Shifeng had connections in both the black and white worlds. Daring to provoke him, Liu Handong was incredibly brave.

Young people admired such bold and fearless people. Tan Shuai suggested, "Let's not drink coffee, let's go for barbecue!"

Ma Qi said, "Dongge, are you really a detective?"

Liu Handong said, "No, I'm just a broken bike driver."

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