Afraid Your Brother Will Have It Tough? Let Your Brother Drive a Land Rover

Chen Yihan ultimately missed her chance with Luo Feng, because the chairman already had plans for lunch.

"Chairman, do you have time to grab lunch together at noon?"

The message came from He Chuchen, the high school classmate who had lent him 60,000 back then.

"If you call me Ah Feng, then I'm free. But if you call me Chairman, then definitely not. After all, I have to deal with so many lovesick admirers."

Luo Feng replied with a smile, patting his secretary on the butt to signal that she could leave.

Chen Yihan felt as though a weight had been lifted, but she was also a little regretful that she had not gotten to experience that unparalleled impact.

"Ah Feng, shall we go to that skewers place we used to eat at for lunch?"

A year or two ago, the two of them would meet up for a meal once a month.

That skewers place was near an urban village in Shangcheng, where many migrant workers lived.

Some locals had built their own houses—two-story single-floor homes, with rooms of ten square meters each that included a bathroom and kitchen, renting for 300 yuan a month.

The restaurants outside were also priced to match the spending power of the area, generally quite cheap.

This time, Luo Feng was riding in a Xiaomi SU8, an SUV.

After Xiaomi announced the price of its first SU7 sedan in March that year, it sold an entire year's production capacity in a single day. Even test drives were fully booked for a month.

Many people jokingly said, "When you buy one, I recommend it. When I buy one, I really go for it. If you manage to get one, please let me drive it for a day."

This SU8 had also only just been released. It was from the first batch, yet the system had assigned one to Shang Xiaoqiu—truly considerate.

There was something amazing about driving a Xiaomi car on the road: it drew a 100% head-turn rate. Many drivers and pedestrians would take out their phones to snap pictures, and even greet him...

No one could match that kind of appeal.

On the way there, Luo Feng also posted his first job opening.

Recruiting: General Manager for a publicly listed investment and financial company. Female applicants only. Master's degree or above. Qualifications...

He wrote out a long list of requirements, then listed the company's asset scale as 100 billion.

"I wonder if this will work."

Luo Feng was full of anticipation.

Ding!

The recruitment position does not support specified job conditions. The system will conduct an evaluation and screening. This requirement has been removed.

Three candidates who best meet the requirements have been selected. Please choose one.

Luo Feng only looked at faces and figures, choosing the second one.

It was a travel portrait. She wore a black dress, black silk stockings on her legs, and had waist-length hair.

The system showed that she was thirty-three, one year older than him. Yet she was extremely beautiful, fair-skinned, and brimming with mature charm.

Ding.

Host has selected Song Yiran.

The system has assigned this employee an investment management company: Shangcheng Dasong Investment and Financial Co., Ltd.

Company share transfer in progress...

Legal representative information update in progress...

The system processed things much faster this time than last time. In less than five minutes, all company changes had been completed.

Ding.

The company share transfer has been completed. Relevant information has been updated. Shareholding ratio: 51%. Value: 1.65 billion. Included in the host's Wealth Value.

The employment contract for the corresponding position has been signed, and contact information has been automatically added.

Host information has been updated. Please check it.

Host: Luo Feng

Age: 32

Height: 175 cm

Weight: 74.5 kg

Wealth: 2.43 billion (rounded to one decimal place)

Constitution: 74

Before Luo Feng could even marvel at the increase in his Wealth Value, Song Yiran called.

"Hello, Boss. I'm Song Yiran."

Her voice was gentle, like an Eldest Sister's. He wondered what she would sound like when excited.

"Mm, I know," Luo Feng replied.

"I never expected you to offer me such a high salary, Boss. It truly came as a surprise." Song Yiran's voice barely fluctuated, remaining calm and steady. "There are some matters regarding the company that I'd like to report to you in person. When would be convenient for you?"

Luo Feng was a little surprised. Could there be something shady about this company?

"Later this afternoon, I'll have some work for you to arrange as well."

"Okay."

After ending the call, Luo Feng had nothing to worry about. The company's market value was only a little over three billion; it was not even as much as Wu Meng's spending allowance. What waves could it possibly stir up?

"Boss, we're here." Shang Xiaoqiu pulled over by the roadside and reminded him.

Luo Feng opened the car door and stepped out.

Inside the restaurant, only He Chuchen was sitting at the table. The moment he saw Luo Feng get out, he immediately came out to greet him.

"Chairman... Ah Feng." He had originally wanted to call him Chairman, but seeing Luo Feng's look, he swallowed the word back down.

Luo Feng could tell he was still a little reserved. "Don't treat me like your boss. You're my brother."

"Okay!" He Chuchen answered loudly, a smile spreading across his face.

Yet Luo Feng could still see from his expression and mannerisms that he was not entirely at ease.

"When I was at my lowest point, I went around borrowing money from everyone. Only Ah Chen lent me sixty thousand."

He started on a topic they shared. "To earn that sixty thousand driving DiDi, you'd have to go more than half a year without eating or drinking, right?"

He Chuchen nodded, deeply moved. "You've been my best friend since high school. Honestly, that was all the money I had back then."

"But luckily, my wife divorced me, so she won't come asking me for money. And my daughter doesn't cost much to send to elementary school."

As the skewers went into the pot and steam rose into the air, the two middle-aged men in their thirties sat there lamenting how difficult life was.

"Ah Feng, since you won't let me call you Chairman, I'll call you Brother Feng instead."

He Chuchen looked at Luo Feng sincerely. "To be honest, I don't really understand the position you gave me, but President Shen told me the salary is seven hundred thousand a year. I really don't know how to thank you."

"Before I lost my job two years ago, I worked 997 schedules all year and made over two hundred thousand annually. But look at the top of my head—I'm already bald."

"I've been unemployed for two years, and now you suddenly tell me you're giving me a job that pays seven hundred thousand a year. It's easy, and the working hours are flexible too..."

Luo Feng simply listened as his old classmate poured out his feelings, not in any hurry to speak.

On the way over, he had already asked Tang Min to choose a house for He Chuchen. It cost more than six million. She had just replied that she had selected one, and he could go handle the paperwork in person that afternoon.

"Brother Feng, I'll drink it all. You can drink as much as you want."

By then, He Chuchen had said almost everything he wanted to say. He raised his glass and drained it in one gulp.

Luo Feng did not hesitate either, emptying his glass in one go. He felt nothing at all. Perhaps his body had grown stronger and stronger—even alcohol could no longer cause him any adverse reaction.

"Ah Chen, back when we were in school, I remember a saying," Luo Feng said as he looked at He Chuchen. "A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring."

"I'll repay your kindness a hundredfold!"

"This afternoon, someone will contact you. Go take care of the house paperwork. You and your daughter need a stable home."

He Chuchen froze upon hearing this.

The phone on the table rang. He picked it up.

"Mr. He, would it be convenient for us to meet at the Upper City West Property Rights Transaction Center at two thirty this afternoon to handle the property deed procedures?"

"Okay."

That was the only word he managed to say. Tears surged from his eyes, his nose stung, and he could not speak.

"Brother Feng!" he choked out.

"I'm afraid my brother might live in hardship, so I have to pave the way for my brother to drive a Land Rover." Luo Feng smiled. "Hurry up with the paperwork this afternoon. There's also a Land Rover waiting for you to handle the procedures."

Ding!

Resolving the housing and transportation issues of ordinary person He Chuchen has increased attributes by 1 point each, for a total of 2 points.

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