Bai Yang wasn't even close to being an experienced driver, so driving a Bugatti worth over ten million in his hands was a pure waste aside from showing off and catching people's attention.
What was the engine model of the Bugatti? How much horsepower did it have? What material were the tires made of? What was the chassis structure? He knew jack shit about any of that and hadn't even bothered to look it up online...
The saying that what you can't get will always stir you up was very true. As a young man, Bai Yang had once immensely yearned for so-called supercars, but after he got the Bugatti and showed off for two days, he found it was really no big deal. Wasn't it just four wheels carrying a body?
Well, and it could only seat two people. Thumbs down...
Because he sold all the Hundred Fruit Brew in his hands to Song Guotao, he had specifically ridden a motorcycle over to his parents' place to swipe a tiny bit more. He didn't dare drive the Bugatti for fear of giving the two old folks a heart attack.
He took a tiny sip of the Hundred Fruit Brew every day, running afterward to absorb it. This medicine couldn't be stopped, as it concerned his physical health.
Bai Yang had truly lived the life of a rich man these past two days. No sooner had he woken up at eight o'clock in the morning than a waiter from the Royal Banquet came specifically to deliver his meal with an insulated box...
Ever since he fleeced Song Yidao that day, he felt the Royal Banquet's food tasted pretty good, so he got his takeout from them...
What? You say high-end restaurants don't deliver takeout? Look at this: Song Yidao had someone deliver the Bugatti transfer paperwork along with a supreme membership card. Even if he called in the middle of the night, they'd still have to scurry over and serve him!
Why did Song Yidao give Bai Yang a supreme membership card for free, you ask? Heh, the fellow had tasted the sweetness of the Tiger Penis Wine. Let's not even talk about the sensation of it all, especially when he went out carousing with his fair-weather friends—his face saved skyrocketed. I'm iron-penned and never fall, aren't you envious? Why aren't you coming over to lick my boots...
People in Song Yidao's circle weren't short on money. Son of a bitch Song Yidao was even more ruthless than Bai Yang, specially rushing a custom batch of jade vials. A glucose-tube's worth of Tiger Penis Wine and the fellow dared to ask for a million. You didn't have to buy it, sure, but you wouldn't find it anywhere else!
Just that tiny drop let you rock out all night, so why wouldn't you hurry up and shell out the cash?
Viagra could scram; Brother's Tiger Penis Wine was immensely potent, didn't hurt your body, and even nourished it. Didn't you want to grow stronger with every battle?
So, Song Yidao not only earned back the money he spent on wine, but he also made a killing. He got both face and dignity, and casually giving Bai Yang a supreme restaurant card was just pocket change for his amusement...
Bai Yang finished his luxurious feast and tossed his chopsticks aside, letting the waiter who had been standing guard on the side clean up and tidy the room by the way. Cleaning wasn't in the waiter's job description? Would five red bills do the trick?
While the waiter was cleaning the room, the fellow took a tiny sip of the Hundred Fruit Brew, his whole body growing hot as he headed out into the blazing sun to burn off his excess energy. There was no helping it—who else could make this lazy bastard get up during the cool morning hours...
Bai Yang burned energy along the villa district's roads for all he was worth, and Liu Qingshan saw him, his eyes wide with an expression that screamed he wanted to beat Bai Yang to death.
He finally knew why his vital breath had been surging when he saw Bai Yang that day; it was supplemented by drinking the Hundred Fruit Brew.
"Get over here..."
When Bai Yang jogged past him for another lap, Liu Qingshan couldn't help speaking up.
"What is it? We've already settled our accounts, don't try to scam me."
Bai Yang stopped and looked at the other man with suspicion. As soon as he opened his mouth, he could piss people off; the fellow simply couldn't control his own trap...
"Do you know you're completely wasting it like this?"
Liu Qingshan looked at Bai Yang with exasperated disappointment.
"Huh? I don't know what you're talking about..."
Bai Yang was baffled, genuinely clueless.
"Did you drink that kind of wine? That's a powerful restorative that replenishes your vital energy and spirit. By absorbing it through running like this, ninety-nine percent of the effect is wasted. Do you know that the nourishing components are all being sweated out through your pores and washed away?"
"And then?"
"You... you get over here. I'll teach you a set of zhanzhuang postures, coordinating your breathing to massage your internal organs and absorb the restorative components. It'll reduce the loss of effectiveness by at least fifty percent, and it's a hundred times better than running!"
Liu Qingshan couldn't hold back anymore; he simply couldn't bear to watch Bai Yang squander natural treasures.
"Is it that kind of horse stance stuff they show on TV? It looks like the kind of zhanzhuang found in Tai Chi, Ba Ji, Xing Yi Quan, and all that?"
Bai Yang asked with curiosity.
"Right. Since you know, why aren't you coming over?"
Liu Qingshan lifted his chin slightly, putting on the demeanor of an expert waiting to be begged.
Yet he understood Bai Yang far too little. He only saw Bai Yang shake his head vigorously and run off...
"Pfft, and I thought it was some big deal. Forget it. Too boring and exhausting, I'm not learning it. What would I learn that for? Look at this—a fist the size of a sandbag that can shatter a roof tile. I think running is great. See ya, old man!"
Flashing his fist and dropping those words, Bai Yang darted away in a flash...
Liu Qingshan's facial muscles twitched, his teeth grinding audibly. He had never seen such a person. Countless people begged him for a hint or two and still had to depend on his mood, yet here he was, proactively stepping forward, and not only did the guy not appreciate it, but he even wore a look of utter disgust...
"That little brat is going to tick me off to death. This old man never wants to see this damn wretch again."
Liu Qingshan stalked off in a rage.
Returning to the villa covered in sweat, the Royal Banquet's waiter had already cleaned up and left. A clean room really was much more comfortable to look at.
As for whether the waiter would steal things while Bai Yang was away, forget it. The guy wasn't an idiot; daring to steal in a villa district probably meant getting caught within twelve hours...
Taking a random cold shower, he lazily collapsed onto the sofa, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Boss Xiong, how are things going with the stuff I asked for?"
"Yo, Boss Bai! The things you wanted are all complete and ready. I was just about to call you. Do you want to come over and inspect them? Remember to bring the final payment..."
That last sentence was the main point, wasn't it?
"Wait for me..."
Bai Yang leaped to the upright position, not expecting the other party's efficiency to be quite so high. He hung up the phone and dialed another, tilting his neck to wedge the smartphone between his ear and shoulder as he lowered his head to put on his shoes.
"Hello? Is this Brother Biao Yang Biao? It's me, Bai Yang. That thing from last time—yeah, right, I need to use your car again this time. But you have to drive it yourself. Same price as last time, the job will be done real quick. Mm, alright, just head straight to the Giant Bear Metal Processing Plant. Don't you know how to use GPS..."
Slap. He hung up the phone. Once his shoes were on, he thought about it, grabbed his motorcycle keys, and headed out, putting out a loud chug-chug-chug as he tore off toward the Giant Bear Metal Processing Plant. The Bugatti was flashy, but the suburban road conditions weren't great...
When he arrived at the Giant Bear Metal Processing Plant, Xiong Da's giant physique was already waiting anxiously at the entrance. He couldn't help being anxious—if the opening business deal got botched, he could cry himself to death. Seeing Bai Yang, he let out a sigh of relief and hurried forward.
"Spare me the useless crap. Where's the stuff? Let me take a look first."
Bai Yang stopped his motorcycle and raised a hand to halt Xiong Da, who looked like he wanted to say something. You're already frightening enough to look at, can't you avoid smiling so horrifyingly for the sake of social stability and harmony?
Xiong Da almost choked himself into internal injuries. Seeing that he wasn't one for smooth talk anyway, he didn't mind and led the way, saying, "Follow me, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
There were over a dozen people inside the factory grounds, all of them wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying quite a bit of bulk. They were either chatting and bullshitting or smoking and playing cards. If Bai Yang hadn't known this was a metal processing plant, he would have thought he'd stumbled into a bandit den.
With Bai Yang, the principal, having arrived, they stopped talking and trailed behind to watch the excitement.
Inside a steel-framed shed warehouse, a stack of fresh wooden crates was piled up. Most of them were a meter long, a foot high, and half a meter wide, while the remaining ones were two and a half meters long, half a meter high, and a meter wide.
"Boss Bai, they're all right here. The small crates contain the titanium alloy armor—a hundred sets packed into a hundred small crates. The large crates contain the titanium alloy blades, ten blades per crate, for a total of ten crates."
Arriving at the spot, Xiong Da pointed at the stack of crates and said.
"Understood."
Bai Yang snapped his fingers—though it didn't make a sound, and he didn't feel awkward at all—and looked around before finding a crowbar. With a couple of clangs, he pried open a small crate. It was actually lined with hay inside, and pushing it aside, a set of ice-cold armor lay right there...
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