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. He reached out and handed him the phone.

Song Yidao took it with a miserable look, then stood there nodding and murmuring "yes, yes" like a whipped puppy. 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 with a long face, Bai Yang asked in confusion.

"Big brother, can I call you big brother? You actually called Old Master Liu. You think I'm not going to get the hell out of here?"

Song Yidao glared at Bai Yang, his voice full of irritation.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Bai Yang scratched his head, still confused. What had Liu Qingshan said to Song Yidao? And Song Yidao was a pretty impressive second-generation heir, wasn't he? Why was he so quick to run off?

"Bro, my dear bro, Old Master Liu saved my grandpa's life on the 'Thirty-Eighth' battlefield back in the day. If he says the word, you think I'm not going to get the hell out of here? You're the boss. I can't afford to mess with you, all right? You waved a chicken feather like it was an imperial decree, and Old Master Liu happens to keep his promises. If I don't get out of here, I deserve to be beaten to death when I go back..."

So that was the story. Bai Yang more or less understood. Song Yidao might be an impressive second-generation heir, but in front of Liu Qingshan, he was just a grandson. And Liu Qingshan had promised Bai Yang that no one would bother him about the booze. So Song Yidao hadn't dared make a peep before taking off!

A feeling swept over Bai Yang that he'd become so awesome, one phone call was enough to scare off a super-rich heir...

He laughed awkwardly. "Well, sit back down. I was just bored and testing Old Liu."

"You're the only one who'd dare call Old Master Liu Old Man Liu. You were bored, so you made me get chewed out like a whipped puppy?"

Song Yidao's eyes widened. What kind of person was this?

"Ahem. This just goes to show that Old Man Liu, that old fraud, keeps his promises... Anyway, let's talk about something else."

Song Yidao sat back down. Then his eyes lit up. There's a chance. He asked Bai Yang, "So, does this mean you're agreeing to work with me?"

"Work with you, my ass. You know what that booze is like. I told you that you couldn't afford it, but you wouldn't believe me. One million for a hundred milliliters. You sure you can afford that? And that's my cost price. How much do you plan to mark it up and sell it for at your lousy restaurant, and to whom?" Bai Yang said scornfully.

This is a lousy restaurant? Song Yidao wanted to strangle him. Which of Bai Yang's eyes thought it looked lousy? A regular membership card cost a million a year, and in his eyes, this place was a lousy restaurant?

He was annoyed, but still managed an awkward smile. "Well, you're right. I can't afford it. A few jars of that booze are probably worth as much as my restaurant."

"Exactly. That kind of booze is for the First Generation. You second-generation types can get lost," Bai Yang said with a grin.

"Hey, then why'd you ask me to stay?"

"Ahem. You can't afford that kind of booze, but I've got another kind. Well, it's not as effective."

Bai Yang smiled like a fox.

"What kind of booze?"

"Tiger Penis Wine. Want some? It was steeped with a tiger penis this big."

As he spoke, Bai Yang gestured with his hands. At first he indicated a length of about a meter, then decided that was too much and made it a bit smaller.

"You've got that stuff too?"

Song Yidao's eyes widened. He was obviously much more interested in this than in the Hundred Fruit Brew.

"You look like you're kidney-deficient. Want it? I'll sell it to you for thirty million. Take a little sip every day, and I guarantee you'll be able to go seven rounds in one night, then get up the next morning without an ache in your back or a twinge in your legs," Bai Yang coaxed.

He was young and vigorous, so he didn't need the stuff. He'd rather sell it and have cash to burn.

The truth was, he didn't have a girlfriend...

"I want it. Of course I want it. But isn't that price a bit much? For thirty million, I could have someone catch me a live tiger on the African savanna."

Song Yidao looked torn, pained by the price but desperate to have it.

Bai Yang gave him a scornful look. "You think a tiger's penis from the African savanna would be as good as mine? And if you're not afraid of going to prison, by all means, go get one... If you think it's too expensive, don't buy it."

"Then where'd yours come from? What's so special about it? Don't tell me it belonged to an alien tiger?"

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

Hah, he'd actually guessed right...

"I want it, but I don't have that much money. My allowance, New Year's money, and savings put together only come to a little over twenty million..."

Song Yidao looked utterly torn. He couldn't afford it.

"You're telling me you don't have money when you own a restaurant this big?"

Bai Yang didn't believe him.

"Ahem. The restaurant belongs to my eldest sister. I only own ten percent. The year-end dividend's still a long way off..."

"You lying show-off. You told me earlier that this restaurant was yours."

Bai Yang scoffed, then narrowed his eyes and said slyly, "I just secretly looked it up on my phone. That sports car of yours—damn, it's a Bugatti Veyron. A new one costs over thirteen million. I'll give you ten million for it. Add that to your twenty million in savings, and we're all set!"

Pfft...

Song Yidao spat out a mouthful of tea and pointed at Bai Yang, trembling. "So this is what you've been waiting for?"

"Do you want it or not? Miss your chance and it's gone. I've only got one jar of Tiger Penis Wine, a limited edition." Bai Yang put on the air of a big shot, as if to say he didn't care either way.

"But if I give you the car, what am I supposed to drive?"

"You saw my motorcycle, right? I bought it for nearly thirty thousand. I'll throw it in."

Song Yidao's face looked constipated. He was agonizing over it. As a rich second-generation heir, he had no shortage of girlfriends. If something could boost his performance, he'd have to seize the chance even if it meant selling everything he owned. Money was just a bastard; there were plenty of chances to make more. But he couldn't let the Tiger Penis Wine slip through his fingers!

Tiger Penis Wine was rare, but it couldn't possibly be worth such an outrageous price. But Bai Yang had booze that even Liu Qingshan had come begging to buy. Could his Tiger Penis Wine really be ordinary? It might be steeped using some secret family recipe...

"Forget your lousy motorcycle. I've got an Audi TT at home. I'll make do with that for a while."

In the end, Song Yidao couldn't resist the temptation of a performance boost. He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and bought it!

There goes another expense I don't have to pay. You think a thirty-thousand-yuan motorcycle grows on trees, you blockhead? Bai Yang secretly gloated.

The rest was easy. Song Yidao signed the papers, left the Royal Feast, and headed for the villa Bai Yang was renting.

On the way back, Song Yidao refused to let Bai Yang drive the Bugatti, insisting this was his last farewell ride with his "wife."

As for the girl Song Yidao had brought along, she seemed to have been little more than a background character...

Back at the villa Bai Yang was renting, he brought out a jar of Tiger Penis Wine. Song Yidao opened it and his heart gave a jolt. Damn, that thing was huge...

Bai Yang didn't need to urge him. Song Yidao immediately transferred twenty million to him, dropped off the Bugatti keys, grabbed the wine jar, and ran. As he went, he called back, "Don't worry about transferring ownership or anything. You can have the license plate too..."

He'd arrived with a gorgeous girl, then left in a taxi clutching a jar.

"Tsk, first I fleeced his grandpa, now I'm fleecing the grandson. I'm getting better and better at making money. A few dozen million in a minute—no joke..." Bai Yang sighed up at the sky.

Tiger Penis Wine or Hundred Fruit Brew, the ingredients only cost a hundred or so yuan for rock sugar and salt...

"Bugatti Veyron! Holy crap, let's go..." Bai Yang's sigh lasted less than a second. He grabbed the keys, got in, and drove off into the night to show off, the engine roaring.

In the taxi, Song Yidao hugged the wine jar like a newborn son, laughing wildly to himself.

I've made a killing! I could sell half of this jar of Tiger Penis Wine and make my money back! Those kidney-deficient bastards will be begging me for it. And after we finish the booze, this thing is so big, we can probably steep it twice more...

That was the way of the world. No one was a fool; everyone thought they'd come out ahead. Whether that was really the case depended on what was going through their heads. You didn't really think Song Yidao was a blockhead, did you? He had his own plans...

Song Yidao kept grinning stupidly, looking down at the wine jar in his arms every so often, then glancing at the girl beside him, who was staring at him as if she couldn't make heads or tails of him. As he kept looking at her, her face reddened and her legs clamped together...

A man who could go seven rounds in one night! Song Yidao wished the taxi driver would floor it so he could get home and test the Tiger Penis Wine's effects right away.

That night, Bai Yang took the Bugatti out for a spin and made quite a show of himself. Everywhere he went, it blinded people. A Bugatti Veyron worth over ten million drew attention like a black hole. Girls kept hitting on Bai Yang on the road, but he couldn't be bothered with them. You girls who hit on men just because you see a luxury car—I'm afraid you'll give me a disease...

Song Yidao, meanwhile, had a miserable night. Could you just drink Bai Yang's Tiger Penis Wine any old way? In his excitement, he'd drunk only half a cup, but it was so potent that he was left completely stunned for the entire night.

It hurt, but it felt good. Song Yidao was on the verge of tears. Damn it, his legs had gone numb...

(I originally wanted to cut the last few paragraphs. If anyone finds them off-putting, say so in the book reviews and Stone will delete them right away. It won't affect the plot. If all goes as planned, next chapter we'll start exploring another map. Finally, please support the book with recommendation votes and favorites, brothers. The new-book rankings are brutal—help me climb them. Stone thanks you!)