Chapter 8

Stopping in front, blocking the way, was an Infiniti SUV. A handsome man stepped out of the car, but his face was somewhat pale, clearly from overindulgence.

The handsome man held a lady's wallet and called out, "Xuanxuan, didn't we agree that I would take you up the mountain? Why did you come alone?"

As he spoke, the handsome man ran to the Wuling car window and handed the wallet to the beauty.

The beauty took it, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "No need for your trouble, Mr. Zhang. How did my wallet end up in your hands? We're not that close, call me by my full name!"

Mr. Zhang's face changed slightly, but he forced a smile. "You left your wallet at my orchard. This morning, when I came to pick you up, I didn't see you, so the orchard owner gave me the wallet. I rushed over, so let's go up the mountain."

The beauty took all the money out of the wallet, counted it, and handed it to Chu Ying. "Here's 1,800 yuan, the rest when we get to the mountain."

"Thanks!" Chu Ying didn't hesitate, took the money, and handed it to Huanzi in the back seat. "Check for any fake bills."

Huanzi's face had already been sour when Mr. Zhang appeared. After taking the money, he forced a smile and handed it back to the beauty without looking, "This is too much."

The beauty shot a glare at Chu Ying and coldly said, "Less talk!"

Chu Ying, fearing Huanzi's stubbornness, quickly took the money back and said to Mr. Zhang, "A good dog doesn't block the way. You don't look like a dog either."

If Chu Ying hadn't spoken, Mr. Zhang might never have known of his existence. Hearing the voice, Mr. Zhang turned to look at Chu Ying, seeing just an ordinary farmer, though handsomer than himself, but with no other advantages.

As long as he wasn't a rival, it was easier to deal with. Mr. Zhang glanced at Chu Ying with disdain, seemingly not caring about the insult, and continued to the beauty, "Xuan... Lingxuan, the sun is almost up. Let's go up the mountain quickly. The air conditioning in my car is on."

He glanced at Chu Ying again, this time with more disdain and contempt. A country bumpkin trying to take a beauty up the mountain, what a toad dreaming of eating a swan!

The beauty said coolly, "I've already paid. Don't waste my time!"

Mr. Zhang couldn't do much to Lingxuan, but he could to others. He turned to Chu Ying, "How much did you charge for the ride? I'll pay double if you let the customer go to me."

Hearing this, Lingxuan panicked. From their earlier interaction, she knew Chu Ying was a money lover. Three thousand turning into six thousand, there was no reason for him not to agree.

"Okay..."

"Okay what? I'm riding in your car today! If you don't drive, I'll report you for operating an unlicensed taxi and price gouging!" Lingxuan quickly interrupted, her tone threatening.

Chu Ying was stunned, innocently saying, "I was just going to say, this guy has a big mouth."

"Who would believe you!" Lingxuan rolled her eyes, secretly pleased. Whatever Chu Ying had intended to say didn't matter now. What mattered was that the "big mouth" had offended Mr. Zhang, letting these two annoying people fight it out.

Thinking of this, Lingxuan wasn't in a hurry to go up the mountain. She crossed her arms, ready to watch the show.

Huanzi also panicked. Chu Ying didn't know Mr. Zhang's identity, but he did. "Big Eagle, let this girl off. Let's go to town to sell watermelons. If we're late, there won't be a spot!"

"The watermelons are already bought. Want a refund? No way! I'll report you too!" Lingxuan huffed.

"But... but..." Huanzi didn't know what to say.

Chu Ying honked the horn, making the car quiet, and said to Mr. Zhang, "You really think you're a dog? Move or I'll run you over!"

Mr. Zhang was instantly furious. The gentlemanly demeanor he had maintained in front of Lingxuan vanished. He sneered, "You're called Big Eagle, right? I remember! If you dare, run me over. I won't make you pay!"

Chu Ying shook his head. He had a way to deal with this idiot. The car started, the engine revved to the max, and in Lingxuan's scream, it crashed into the Infiniti's front.

"Bang bang bang~~ bang bang bang!" Good car, good car. After several crashes, the front was only slightly deformed, while the Wuling was completely mangled.

"Stop! Stop now!" Mr. Zhang was enraged, his face contorted in pain and anger.

Chu Ying stopped, but the expressions of the three people changed.

Mr. Zhang was furious, Huanzi's face was pale, and Lingxuan looked at Chu Ying with surprise and admiration, "So cool! So cool! This country bumpkin is so cool!"

"Want to keep crashing?" Chu Ying asked, still not satisfied.

Mr. Zhang's eyes were filled with hatred. He pointed at Chu Ying's head, "Damn you, you country bumpkin, you dare to crash my car! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"

"Bang!" Another loud sound, but it wasn't a crash. Chu Ying had already gotten out of the car and kicked Mr. Zhang in the stomach, sending him crashing into the car.

"No one points at my head!" At that moment, Chu Ying exuded a cold, murderous aura, his eyes wild and bloodthirsty.

Lingxuan looked at his back, feeling a sense of awe. That lean back was so broad, so solid, so...

"My father is Zhang Gang!" Mr. Zhang coughed a few times, a trickle of blood escaping his mouth, making his face look very sinister and sinister.

Chu Ying stepped forward and slapped him, cursing, "My grandson is Li Gang!"

Mr. Zhang's face swelled up, no longer handsome, looking like a pig's head.

"Give me one minute to move, or I'll run you and your car into the mountain!" Chu Ying said, returning to the car.

Mr. Zhang glared at Lingxuan with extreme hatred. He wasn't stupid, but he knew the country bumpkin he faced was a complete fool, daring to hit him, a first in Qing Shan Town!

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Without waiting a minute, Mr. Zhang returned to his car, started it, and moved out of the way.

Chu Ying drove up to Mr. Zhang's car and said coldly, "I hate you. I hope I don't see you again, or your face will be more expensive than your car."

With that, the Wuling car spewed thick black smoke and sped away.

"Cough cough!" The black smoke cleared, and Mr. Zhang, with a "smoke makeup" face, stared at the direction the Wuling had disappeared, slowly raising his phone.

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