Checking the Goods (Part 1)

Bai Yang wasn't even an experienced driver, so the Bugatti worth over ten million was nothing but a waste in his hands—good for nothing but showing off and catching people's eyes.

What model was the Bugatti's engine? How much horsepower? What material were the tires? What was the body structure? And so on and so forth—he didn't know a damn thing, hadn't even bothered to look it up online...

"What you can't have always stirs restlessness"—that saying hit the mark. As a young man, Bai Yang had once yearned for so-called supercars, but after showing off the Bugatti for two days, he found it was just that—nothing special, still four wheels holding up a body, right?

Yeah, and it only sat two people. Thumbs down...

Since he'd sold all his Hundred Fruit Brew to Song Guotao, he had to ride his motorcycle over to his parents' place to scrounge a little bit. He didn't dare drive the Bugatti, afraid it'd scare the old folks into a heart attack.

He took a small sip of the Hundred Fruit Brew each day, then went for a run to absorb it. This medicine couldn't be stopped—it was a matter of health.

Bai Yang had spent the last two days thoroughly indulging in the life of a rich man. So when he woke up at eight in the morning, a waiter from the Royal Banquet had already arrived with an insulated box to deliver his meal...

After fleecing Song Yidao that day, he'd decided the Royal Banquet's food was good, so he ordered takeout from them...

What, you say a high-end restaurant doesn't do delivery? See this—Song Yidao had someone bring over the Bugatti's transfer papers along with a premium membership card. Even if I called at midnight, they'd come scurrying over to serve me!

Why did Song Yidao give Bai Yang a premium membership card for free? Hah, he'd gotten a taste of the Tiger Penis Wine's benefits, that's why. No need to go into the details, but especially when he went out carousing with his buddies, his face swelled with pride. "I'm unstoppable in bed—jealous? Come and lick my boots..."

The people in Song Yidao's circle weren't short on cash. That bastard Song Yidao was even more ruthless than Bai Yang—he specially ordered a batch of jade bottles, and for a tiny amount of Tiger Penis Wine, about the size of a glucose vial, he dared to charge a million. Don't want to buy? Fine, you won't find it anywhere else!

Just one tiny drop, and you'd have a wild night—why wouldn't you fork over the cash?

Viagra? Get out of here. This Tiger Penis Wine was powerful, didn't harm the body, and even nourished it—the more you fought, the stronger you got, right?

So Song Yidao not only recouped the money he'd spent on the wine, but he'd made a fortune too. He had both face and substance, so tossing Bai Yang a premium restaurant card was just a little gesture of goodwill...

After finishing his lavish meal, Bai Yang tossed his chopsticks aside and let the waiter, who'd been standing by, clear the table and tidy up the house while he was at it. Cleaning the house wasn't in the service scope? Five red bills—you in or not?

While the waiter cleaned, Bai Yang took a small sip of the Hundred Fruit Brew, felt his body heat up, and headed out under the blazing sun to burn off energy by running. What could he do? He was too lazy to get up during the cool morning hours...

Bai Yang ran along the villa district roads, exhausting his energy. Liu Qingshan spotted him, glaring with an expression that screamed he wanted to beat Bai Yang to death.

He now knew why Bai Yang had been radiating such vigorous energy that day—it was from drinking the Hundred Fruit Brew.

"Get over here..."

When Bai Yang came around on his next lap, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but speak up.

"What? We're square on the money and goods—don't try to shake me down," Bai Yang said, stopping warily and eyeing him. His opening line could piss anyone off—he just couldn't control his mouth.

"Do you know you're wasting it?" Liu Qingshan said, looking at Bai Yang with a mix of frustration and disappointment.

"Huh? I don't know what you're talking about..." Bai Yang was baffled, genuinely clueless.

"You've been drinking that wine, haven't you? It's a powerful tonic, replenishing essence and spirit. By absorbing it through running, you're wasting ninety-nine percent of its effect—the nourishing components are seeping out through your pores with your sweat, got it?"

"So?"

"You... get over here. I'll teach you a standing stance technique. Combined with controlled breathing to churn your internal organs and absorb the tonic, you can cut the waste by at least fifty percent. It's a hundred times better than running!" Liu Qingshan couldn't hold back anymore—he couldn't stand watching Bai Yang squander such a treasure.

"Is it like that horse stance stuff on TV? The standing stances from Tai Chi, Ba Ji Quan, Xing Yi Quan, that kind of thing?" Bai Yang asked curiously.

"Right, so if you know, get over here?" Liu Qingshan lifted his chin slightly, striking the pose of a lofty master waiting to be begged.

But he didn't know Bai Yang at all. Bai Yang just shook his head vigorously and ran off...

"Pfft, what's that supposed to be? Save it. Too boring, too tiring—I'm not learning it. What would I do with that? See this? Fist as big as a sandbag, I can even smash a tile. I think running's fine. Later, old man," he said, flashing his fist and tossing out that line before sprinting out of sight.

Liu Qingshan's face twitched, his teeth grinding audibly. He'd never met anyone like this. How many people begged him for just a hint of guidance, and he'd only give it if he felt like it? And here he was, offering it freely, and the kid not only didn't appreciate it but looked down on it...

"Damn brat, you're driving me crazy. I never want to see that infuriating piece of work again," Liu Qingshan fumed as he stormed off.

Drenched in sweat, Bai Yang returned to the villa. The Royal Banquet waiter had already cleaned up and left. The tidy room did feel more comfortable.

As for whether the waiter might have stolen something while Bai Yang was out—get real. The guy wasn't stupid. Stealing in a villa district? He'd be caught within twelve hours at most...

Bai Yang took a quick cold shower, then flopped lazily onto the couch, pulled out his phone, and dialed.

"Boss Xiong, how's my order coming along?"

"Oh, Boss Bai! Your stuff's all ready. I was just about to call you. How about you come over and check it out? Don't forget to bring the final payment..." That last part was the real point, wasn't it?

"Wait for me..." Bai Yang jumped up, surprised at the efficiency. He hung up and dialed another number, tilting his head to hold the phone against his shoulder while bending down to put on his shoes.

"Hey, is this Brother Yang Biao? It's Bai Yang, from last time. Yeah, I need to borrow your car again, but this time you'll have to drive. Same price as before. The job'll be quick. Okay, head straight to the Giant Bear Metal Processing Plant. Don't know how to get there? Use your navigation..."

Click. He hung up, finished putting on his shoes, thought for a moment, grabbed his motorcycle keys, and rumbled off toward the Giant Bear Metal Processing Plant. The Bugatti was flashy, but the suburban roads weren't great...

When Bai Yang arrived at the Giant Bear Metal Processing Plant, Xiong Da, with his giant-like physique, was already waiting anxiously at the entrance. He couldn't help but be anxious—if the first business deal since opening fell through, he'd cry himself to death. Spotting Bai Yang, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over.

"Don't give me any of that useless stuff. Where are the things? Let me take a look first."

Bai Yang stopped his motorcycle and raised a hand to cut off Xiong Da, who was about to speak. You're already scary enough to look at—could you not smile so terrifyingly for the sake of social stability and harmony?

Xiong Da nearly choked on his frustration. Clearly not one for words, he didn't argue and simply led the way, saying, "Follow me. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Inside the factory grounds, there were over a dozen people, all wearing camouflage uniforms. Every single one of them was built like a tank, either chatting idly, smoking, or playing cards. If Bai Yang hadn't known this was a metal processing plant, he'd have thought he'd stumbled into a bandit den.

When Bai Yang, the main man, arrived, they didn't say a word, just tagged along to watch the excitement.

In a warehouse built with steel-framed roofing, a pile of fresh wooden boxes was stacked. Most were one meter long, one foot high, and half a meter wide, while the rest were two and a half meters long, half a meter high, and one meter wide.

"Boss Bai, it's all here. The small boxes contain Titanium Alloy Armor—one hundred sets packed in one hundred small boxes. The big boxes hold Titanium Alloy Blades, ten per box, ten boxes total."

Arriving here, Xiong Da pointed at the pile of boxes and said.

"Got it."

Bai Yang snapped a finger that didn't quite snap, showing no embarrassment, and looked around. He found a crowbar, pried open a small box with two clangs, revealing dry grass padding inside. Pushing it aside, a cold suit of armor lay within...

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