After Cheating His Grandpa, He Cheats His Grandson

"Here, talk to him yourself."

Bai Yang didn't even look at the other man's constipated expression as he handed the phone over.

Song Yidao took the phone with a bitter face, then stood there like a whipped dog, nodding and murmuring "mm-hmm" nonstop. When he was done, he hung up and handed the phone back to Bai Yang.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Seeing Song Yidao get up to leave with a grimace, Bai Yang asked in confusion.

"Bro, can I call you bro? You went and called Old Master Liu himself, so shouldn't I scram out of here quick?"

Song Yidao looked at Bai Yang with irritation.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Scratching his head, Bai Yang didn't quite get it. What exactly did Liu Qingshan say to Song Yidao? And anyway, Song Yidao was a pretty flashy second generation heir—why was he so quick to run off?

"Bro, my dear bro, Old Master Liu saved my grandpa's life back on the '38th Parallel' battlefield. If he gives the word, how could I not scram? You're the boss, I can't afford to mess with you, fine. You take a chicken feather as a command arrow, and Old Master Liu just happens to be a man of his word. If I don't get lost, I'd deserve to be beaten to death when I get back..."

So that was it. Bai Yang roughly understood. Song Yidao might be a flashy second generation heir, but in front of Liu Qingshan, he was just a grandson. And Liu Qingshan had promised Bai Yang he wouldn't let anyone bother him over the liquor, so Song Yidao didn't even dare fart—he had to run.

For a moment, Bai Yang felt a flash of realization that he was now so formidable he could scare off a super second generation heir with just one phone call...

He gave an awkward laugh and said, "Well, sit down. I was just bored and testing Old Liu."

"Only you dare call Old Master Liu 'Old Liu.' You're bored, so you get me chewed out like a whipped dog?"

Song Yidao's eyes went wide. What kind of person was this...

"Ahem, this just proves that old fraud Liu keeps his promises... Let's talk about something else."

Song Yidao sat back down, his eyes lighting up. He thought there might be a chance and asked Bai Yang, "So, does that mean you agree to work with me?"

"Work my ass. You know what that liquor is. I'm telling you, you can't afford it. One million for a hundred milliliters—are you sure you can buy that? And that's my wholesale price. In your crappy restaurant, how much markup are you planning to sell it to who?" Bai Yang said with contempt.

My crappy restaurant? Song Yidao wanted to strangle Bai Yang. Which eye of yours sees it as crappy? A regular membership card costs a million a year or get lost, and in your eyes, it's a crappy restaurant?

Frustrated as he was, he still gave an awkward laugh and said, "Well, I really can't afford it. A few jars of that liquor from you would probably be worth my whole restaurant."

"Exactly. That liquor is for the First Generation to drink. Second generation heirs like you can get lost," Bai Yang said with a grin.

"Hey, then why did you ask me to stay?"

"Ahem, you can't afford that liquor, but I have another kind. Mm, the effect is a bit weaker."

Bai Yang said with a sly smile.

"What liquor?"

"Tiger Penis Wine. You want some? Soaked with a tiger penis this big."

As he spoke, Bai Yang gestured with his hands. He started at about a meter long, then thought better of it and shrunk the size a bit.

"You've got that stuff too?"

Song Yidao's eyes went wide. It was obvious he was more interested in this than the Hundred Fruit Brew.

"I can tell you're a kidney-deficient type. Want it? I'll sell it to you for thirty million. A small sip every day, guaranteed to make you a seven-times-a-night man, and you'll wake up the next morning with no back pain or leg soreness," Bai Yang tempted.

He himself was young and strong, no need for that stuff. Turning it into cash meant he could spend freely.

The real reason was he didn't have a girlfriend...

"I want it, I definitely want it. But isn't your price a bit steep? Thirty million, and I could have someone catch me a live one from the African savanna."

Song Yidao looked torn, both pained by the cost and desperate to have it.

Bai Yang shot him a contemptuous look and said, "Is the tiger penis you catch on the African savanna as good as mine? And if you're not afraid of going to jail, go ahead and try... If you think it's too expensive, don't buy it."

"Then where did you get yours? What's different about it? Don't tell me it's from an alien tiger."

"None of your business. Anyway, it's not illegal... Hey, do you want it or not?"

Heh, the guy actually guessed right...

"I want it, but I don't have that much money. My allowance, New Year's money, secret stash—all together, it's only a little over twenty million..."

Song Yidao was agonizing. He couldn't afford it.

"You own a restaurant this big, and you're telling me you have no money?"

Bai Yang didn't believe it.

"Ahem, this restaurant is my big sister's. I only have a ten percent share. The year-end dividends are still a long way off..."

"You poser. You told me before that this restaurant was yours."

Bai Yang sneered, then squinted slyly and said, "I just secretly checked on my phone. That sports car of yours—damn, a Bugatti Veyron. A new one costs over thirteen million. I'll give you ten million for it in trade, plus your twenty million secret stash, and we're good!"

Pfft...

Song Yidao sprayed out a mouthful of tea, pointing at Bai Yang with a trembling hand. "So you've been setting me up this whole time?"

"Do you want it or not? This is a one-time offer. I only have one jar of Tiger Penis Wine, and it's a limited edition," Bai Yang said, putting on airs like he couldn't care less.

"But if I give you the car, what do I drive?"

"You saw my motorcycle, right? I bought it for nearly thirty thousand. I'll give it to you..."

Song Yidao looked like he was constipated, his heart twisted with agony. As a second generation heir, he never lacked for girlfriends, but anything that could boost that ability—he'd pawn everything he owned to seize the chance, right? Money was just a bastard, plenty of chances to rake it in, but he couldn't let Tiger Penis Wine slip through his fingers!

Tiger Penis Wine was rare, but it couldn't possibly be that ridiculously expensive. Yet for Liu Qingshan to come begging to buy it, Bai Yang's Tiger Penis Wine couldn't be ordinary, could it? Maybe it was brewed from some ancestral secret recipe...

"That broken motorcycle of yours—forget it. I've got a TT at home, I'll make do with that for a while."

In the end, Song Yidao couldn't resist the temptation of boosting that ability. He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and bought it!

Another expense saved for me. A thirty-thousand motorcycle isn't bought with Monopoly money, you blockhead! Bai Yang secretly laughed to himself.

From there, things went smoothly. Song Yidao signed the bill, left the Royal Banquet, and headed for the villa Bai Yang was renting.

On the way back, Song Yidao absolutely refused to let Bai Yang drive the Bugatti, claiming this was his final farewell trip with his 'Wife.'

As for the girl Song Yidao brought along, she seemed to have a weak presence...

Back at Bai Yang's rented villa, a jar of Tiger Penis Wine was brought out. Song Yidao opened it, his heart trembling. Damn, that's a big one...

Without Bai Yang even urging him, he immediately transferred twenty million to Bai Yang, tossed him the Bugatti keys, grabbed the jar of Tiger Penis Wine, and ran. As he ran, he shouted, "Don't worry about the transfer paperwork—I'll handle it. The license plate is yours too..."

The guy showed up with a hot girl, then left in a taxi clutching a jar...

"Tsk tsk, cheat the grandfather, then cheat the grandson. My money-grabbing skills are getting better and better. Making tens of millions in minutes isn't just talk..." Bai Yang sighed, looking up at the sky.

Whether it was Tiger Penis Wine or Hundred Fruit Brew, the cost was just over a hundred bucks for rock sugar and salt...

"Bugatti Veyron, holy shit, let's roll..." Without even a second of sighing, Bai Yang grabbed the keys, got in the car, and the engine roared. He took off into the night to show off...

In the taxi, Song Yidao hugged the wine jar like it was his newborn son, laughing wildly in his heart.

"I've hit the jackpot! With this one jar of Tiger Penis Wine, I can sell half of it and recoup my costs! Those kidney-deficient bastards will come crawling to beg me! After drinking the wine, that big thing can probably be soaked for another two rounds..."

That's how society works. No one is a fool. Everyone thinks they've come out ahead, but it all depends on what's in their head. Did anyone really think Song Yidao was a blockhead? The guy had his own plans...

Song Yidao kept grinning like an idiot, occasionally looking down at the jar in his arms, then at the confused girl beside him. As he stared, the girl blushed and squeezed her thighs together...

Seven times in one night! Song Yidao wished the taxi driver would floor it so he could get back and test the power of the Tiger Penis Wine right away.

That night, Bai Yang drove the Bugatti around, feeling like a total boss. Everywhere he went, he blinded people's eyes. The Bugatti Veyron, worth over ten million, had an attention-grabbing power almost on par with a black hole. Girls on the street tried to hit on him, but Bai Yang ignored them all. You girls who flirt with any luxury car you see on the road—I'm afraid of catching something...

But Song Yidao's night was a tragedy. Could Bai Yang's Tiger Penis Wine be taken lightly? The guy got excited and only downed half a cup, but the effect was so strong he was dumbfounded all night long!

Pain and pleasure mixed together. Song Yidao wanted to cry but had no tears. His legs were numb and he couldn't feel them anymore...

(I originally wanted to delete the last few paragraphs. If anyone finds them offensive, say so in the comments, and Stone will delete them without hesitation. It won't affect the plot. If nothing unexpected happens, the next chapter will start brushing the other map. Finally, I'm begging for recommendation votes and collections, brothers. The New Book rankings are brutal. Help me push it up. Stone bows in thanks.)