Chapter 90

Xiucai's face actually showed a shy smile, and he extended a hand, saying, "Young Master, hello."

"Eh..." Yang Kang was a bit puzzled by this title, but he still reached out to shake his hand, saying, "Hello, I heard Fatso mention you."

"Xiucai's name is Feng Cai!" Guo Fatso explained, "We all call him Xiucai, you can call him Xiucai too."

"Alright!" Yang Kang nodded, repeating Xiucai's name twice. This family really knows how to name people, Feng Cai? Fengcai? What a lucky name!

When Xiucai dragged his suitcase to the front of the dilapidated minivan, he clearly paused, asking, "Fatso, I asked you to get a car, and you got this broken-down one?"

"I think this car is great, it matches my shabby appearance." Guo Fatso chuckled.

"Look at your shabby appearance!" Feng Xiucai was very dissatisfied, walking around the minivan, saying, "Can this car even run? Why hasn't it been scrapped yet?"

Guo Fatso didn't say anything, just opened the middle door, threw Xiucai's suitcase inside, and left the door open, looking at him.

"How did you even remove all the back seats? How can anyone sit in here?" Xiucai looked at the dilapidated car, completely unsatisfied.

It was only then that Yang Kang realized a problem. This minivan, except for the driver's seat, only had the front passenger seat left, with all other seats removed by Fatso. He said he collects junk, and this way it's more suitable for carrying junk, like a truck.

Yang Kang naturally didn't say anything. Usually, when Guo Fatso drives out, it's only the two of them, so there's no inconvenience.

But today, with Xiucai, it meant one of them had to squat in the back.

"Xiucai, you sit in the front passenger seat, I'll squat in the back." Yang Kang hurriedly said, after all, it's not a long distance, squatting for a bit isn't a big deal.

"No, no, Young Master, you sit in the front." Xiucai hurriedly said, "How can I let you squat in the back?"

"Xiucai, why don't you drive, and I'll squat in the back." Guo Fatso chuckled.

Xiucai was about to nod in agreement with this suggestion, but then he looked at the car again, immediately climbed into the back, sat on his suitcase, and said, "I am so noble, I won't drive such a broken-down car."

"Little Prince, get in the car!" Guo Fatso felt more refreshed than ever, even opening the front passenger door for Yang Kang.

Yang Kang found it amusing and immediately got in the car. Fatso climbed into the driver's seat, took the key, started the car, and drove off with a swagger.

When Guo Fatso drove out of the parking lot, Xiucai poked his head out from the back, grabbing the front passenger seat, and said, "Young Master—"

"Uh, hello!" Yang Kang hurriedly said, "Xiucai, you can call me Ah Kang or Yang Kang, calling me Young Master makes me feel like I'm in a period drama, as if I'm about to time-travel."

"Eh?" Xiucai hurriedly said, "Don't be silly, what time-travel? How about I call you Little Prince?"

"Uh!" Yang Kang nodded, he had no choice with this nickname, many people liked to call him that.

"Little Prince, look—since you're a prince, can we buy another car?" Xiucai looked at him with a pleading face, saying, "Look, this broken-down car doesn't match your princely status."

Mentioning this, Yang Kang couldn't help but glance at Guo Fatso. He noticed that Guo Fatso seemed to have a special fondness for old things, except for antiques. He didn't know what kind of hobby this was.

He liked wearing half-new, half-old clothes, collecting junk, and driving old cars...

Of course, Guo Fatso's life seemed to be very happy.

"Little Prince, this guy is a klutz, he can't drive a manual car." Guo Fatso couldn't help but say while shifting gears and accelerating.

Yang Kang hung his head, Guo Fatso was right, he was also a klutz and couldn't drive this car.

"Come on, Little Prince, let's discuss this!" Xiucai said, "What kind of car do you like? We can get a nicer car, I'll pay for it, and it will be registered under your name. You just need to lend it to me, but the condition is, don't tell my master, or he'll skin me alive."

"Xiucai, don't forget about me, Fatso." Guo Fatso couldn't help but laugh.

"Drive your junk car!" Xiucai cursed, then leaned close to Yang Kang, whispering, "I'm serious, Little Prince—how about we buy a Porsche Panamera? It's not too expensive, just the value of a Ming-Qing dynasty broken bowl, right?"

Yang Kang couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He admitted that a Porsche Panamera was indeed worth a Ming-Qing dynasty broken bowl, but it couldn't be just any ordinary one.

But could it be described like that?

If Porsche Company met "underground workers," they would probably cry.

Yang Kang thought seriously and then said, "Xiucai, how about we buy a Cayenne? It's big and impressive."

"The Cayenne is also good, but—" Xiucai whispered, "If we buy a Cayenne, I doubt we'll get a chance to drive it. Look at that fatso, he's perfect for a Cayenne."

Yang Kang finally understood. The Porsche Panamera, being a bit lower, would definitely be less comfortable for Guo Fatso to drive compared to a Cayenne.

"Damn!" Guo Fatso couldn't help but curse, "Feng, I'll remember this."

"Little Prince, we have nothing to do this afternoon, let's go to the Porsche 4S store and take a look?" Xiucai ignored Guo Fatso, saying.

"Your broken bowl?" Guo Fatso shouted, "Without a broken bowl, what car are you going to look at?"

Mentioning this, Xiucai sighed, saying, "Fatso, I'm not as fortunate as you. My master is too shrewd, I can't even make a little money by keeping some things for myself. How unlucky I am."

"Go find some bumpkin to dig for you!" Guo Fatso said irritably.

"Even if I have no money, I can only do this." Xiucai sighed, rummaged in his pocket for a while, and pulled out a bead, saying, "Little Prince, it's our first meeting, I don't have anything good to give you, so here's a red bead. At least it looks festive. I have no choice, my master confiscated all my pocket money."

Out of curiosity, Yang Kang reached out to take the red bead. As soon as he touched it, a sense of spiritual energy spread, clearly showing that this bead was no ordinary item.

The bead was as thick as his index finger, not small, but it didn't look like a pearl. It was a flame red, well-played with a thick patina, and the color was very similar to the beautiful coral red enamel gold-decorated branch pattern plum vase that Guo Fatso had given him.

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