Shuhang, Making Fake Documents Is Illegal!

The person Song Shuhang was referring to who specialized in handling these kinds of problems was Zhou Li, 'Heaven-Hiding Hook,' a subordinate of True Lord Yellow Mountain. Zhou Li was on his way to Wenzhou City to deal with the car accident caused by Doudou's reckless driving last night. So, Shuhang could ask him to take care of his tractor while he was at it...

Next, Shuhang arrived at the spot where the tractor had rushed out.

Below, Dad Song, Uncle Lü, and Lü Tianyou moved Song Shuhang's suitcase and a bucket of diesel fuel to the side. The three sat in a row, chatting about something.

The tractor behind them was completely undamaged, thanks to the formation that Venerable White had used to Reinforced Vehicle Body Formation...

"You didn't bring a rope? How are you going to get down?" Zhao Yaya looked at the terraced fields, which were over five meters high. At that height, even getting down was difficult. And even if she did manage to get down, how would she bring Dad Song back up?

At this moment, Dad Song and the others below also spotted Shuhang.

Dad Song called out from below, "Shuhang, you're here so fast? Did you bring the rope? Throw it down!"

"I didn't bring it. I was already halfway there when Sister Yaya called," Song Shuhang replied.

"..." Dad Song was speechless for a moment.

--Then what are you doing here? Just staring at me like that, seeing your dad sitting on the hillside after his car overturned?

"It's alright, I'll go down and bring you up." Song Shuhang smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the terraced hillside.

"Don't do anything reckless!" Dad Song shouted.

But before he could finish speaking, Shuhang had already leaped into the air.

As Shuhang leaped down, he used his foot to step on a protrusion on the hillside in mid-air to slow his descent. Then, with the agility of a monkey, he leaped onto the first terraced field.

Dad Song covered his forehead – "The terraced fields are more than five meters high. What could you possibly do if you jumped down? You weren't going to carry us all up one by one!"

My precious son, has he gone crazy from studying too much? My liver hurts so much!

Just then, Little Wheat Ear's voice came through Zhao Yaya's earpiece. "Zhao Yaya, did your brother jump down?"

"Yes," Zhao Yaya replied.

She looked down and saw that Song Shuhang had already leaped lightly again and swiftly climbed to the next terraced level.

When did Shuhang become so agile? Zhao Yaya was filled with doubt.

Behind me, I heard the sound of a car door opening.

Little Wheat Ear climbed out of the car and came to Zhao Yaya's side with Ase.

"Ya Ya, your little brother is quite handsome." Ase leaned against the railing, watching the agile Shuhang, and chuckled.

Zhao Yaya smiled and asked, "Does it suit your taste?"

"As long as they're handsome, they're to my liking. I'm a total looks-obsessed person." Ase squinted, then added, "Too bad your brother's a virgin. I never date virgins."

"I also think your brother is very pleasing to my eye!" Little Wheat Ear exclaimed from the side. "It's a pity he's a boy. If he were a girl, I would have gone up and asked him out."

"You two... are hopeless." Zhao Yaya rolled her eyes.

"Hehehehe." The Little Wheat Ear let out a strange laugh.

While Zhao Yaya and the others were talking, Song Shuhang had already landed at the site of the tractor accident.

The three of them, Dad Song, looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Song Shuhang looked at the three of them and smiled, "Come on, get ready, I'll take you upstairs."

"How should I bring it?" Lü Tianyou asked, puzzled.

"Come on, let me help you up first, Tianyou. Don't struggle," Song Shuhang said.

"Okay," Lü Tianyou replied.

Then, Shuhang reached out and grabbed Lü Tianyou. Before Lü Tianyou could react, he had already hoisted him onto his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Lü Tianyou felt awkward all over—this big, bear-like man had been casually hoisted onto Song Shuhang's shoulder?

Is Song Shuhang born in the Year of the Ant? He's so strong!

Also... what is Song Shuhang planning to do? Carry him up?

Wow, it really is!

All I saw was Song Shuhang carrying him, and with a light leap—a ridiculously light leap!

Have you ever seen someone carry a six-foot-tall, bear-like giant and still leap effortlessly? Do you really think everyone in the world is Shaquille O'Neal, able to carry multiple people and still dunk?

But Song Shuhang just carried him on his back without any regard for reason and quickly scrambled up the terraced hillside.

Lü Tianyou felt his gaze rising higher and higher.

A short while later... he appeared on the mountain path.

Song Shuhang go and placed him on the ground.

"Up, up?" Lü Tianyou felt his mouth was stuck, and he couldn't finish a sentence.

Not only him, but Zhao Yaya and her two friends beside him also stared wide-eyed in surprise.

From their perspective as bystanders, they could see it more clearly— Song Shuhang just carried Lü Tianyou and darted up the hill in a flash.

It's just like those martial arts masters in movies, carrying someone on their backs and flying over cliffs.

"Shuhang, have you joined a rock climbing club?" Lü Tianyou asked, bewildered.

"Climbing club? No, not yet. Wait a moment, I'll go down and bring Uncle Lü and my dad back up." Song Shuhang chuckled, then jumped down again!

The fashionable Ase blinked and said to Zhao Yaya, "Yaya, can I have your brother's phone number?"

Zhao Yaya: "..."

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When Song Shuhang jumped down again, Old Lü and Dad Song were squatting under the tractor driver's seat, taking out a bunch of documents.

When Dad Song and Old Lü saw that Shuhang could actually carry Lü Tianyou back up the mountain path, they felt relieved.

Then, the two carefully searched around the tractor to see if anything had been left behind.

Then they saw this pile of documents.

Old Lü had strained his back and was standing to the side. Dad Song squatted down, took out all his documents, and handed them to Old Lü.

"These are vehicle registration certificates. Why are there so many?" Old Lü took the certificates and flipped through them.

Wow, this is incredible!

These vehicle registration certificates list various models of cars, including Ferrari, Maserati, Porsche, and all sorts of sports cars; BMW, Mercedes-Benz -Benzes, Audi each have several models; followed by Volkswagen, Buick, and various other models. Oh, and there's even a tractor's registration certificate...

More than thirty vehicle registration certificates!

But that's not the point. The point is that the 'owner' field on all these vehicle registration certificates is filled with the name 'Song Shuhang'.

"Old Song, are you getting ready to drive your car?" Old Lü asked curiously.

Dad Song shook his head.

"Then, what's going on with these?" Old Lü examined the documents carefully; they looked exactly like real driver's licenses. They even had license plate numbers.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes simultaneously revealing worry.

"Could it be a fake certificate?" Dad Song asked in a low voice.

There's no way to convince Dad Song that these vehicle registration certificates are genuine.

There were over thirty cars, and most of them were luxury cars, some worth tens of millions!

Even if Song Shuhang were lucky enough to win a lottery prize of over 100 million, he still couldn't buy that many cars!

If anyone were to suggest that Song Shuhang might have bought the car with his own money, Dad Song would definitely slap them across the face—what a pipe dream! Does he think he's a money-printing machine?

"After thinking it over, the most likely explanation is a fake certificate," Old Lü replied, but he didn't dare to say for sure—because there was a tractor right next to him that was flipping over and could go up to 150 miles per hour!

Perhaps the Song Family lad really does have some tricks up his sleeve?

"Dad, Uncle Lü, what are you doing? Get ready, who wants to go up first!" At this moment, Song Shuhang towards them.

Then, Shuhang saw the pile of driver's licenses in Dad Song's and Uncle Lü's hands.

--Oh no, I completely forgot to take these vehicle registration certificates back with me.

Song Shuhang rubbed his temples hard. How was he going to explain this to his dad?

Explanation 1: "Dad, these cars actually belong to a friend of mine. But his ID hadn't been issued yet, so the cars were temporarily registered in my name!"

This is the absolute truth... But if you were Dad Song, would you believe it?

Explanation 2: "Dad, your son suddenly struck it rich today, so he decided to buy luxury cars. Then one luxury car wasn't enough, so he bought a bunch to drive around in! He drives one, then throws it away!"

This is a lie... but Dad Song still can't believe it!

And if Dad Song actually believed him, he'd definitely beat Shuhang. Making a fortune, spending all the money on luxury cars? Are they crazy?

Just as Shuhang was struggling with his decision, Dad Song spoke first, saying earnestly, "Shuhang, listen to my advice. Making fake documents... is illegal! You'll go to jail!"

Song Shuhang: "..."

Fake certificate?

Oh, that's a good excuse.

His eyes lit up, and he laughed, replying, "Haha, Dad, these aren't really fake documents. They're props! Movie props! This semester, because the courses were relatively light, I joined a film club at school. So, this summer, we're planning to write our own script and make a Xiao Dian, like a web comedy. I'm going to play a rich guy in it, and these driver's licenses are props the drama club members prepared for me!"

"Props? I see." Dad Song and Old Lü looked enlightened.

Although this answer feels somewhat far-fetched, it seems to be the most realistic one at present.

"Haha, Shuhang, once your movie is finished, you must show it to your dad as soon as possible!" Dad Song patted his son's shoulder happily.

"Definitely, definitely," Song Shuhang chuckled dryly.

"Even if it's a prop, you can't make it this realistic. It's easy to break the law. Be more careful in the future," Dad Song added.

"Understood, I will definitely talk to the props team." Song Shuhang tried his best to keep smiling.

Dad Song nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes brightened as he asked, "By the way... Shuhang, can you finish this movie before the end of the year? Just imagine, if I showed you your Xiao Dian when we had our New Year's feast and invited relatives over, it would be really fun!"

Dad Song's habit of showing off has struck again!

"Huh?" Song Shuhang dropped open—something done before the Lunar New Year?

Good heavens! I was lying just now. Where would I get a film club, and how would I possibly make a movie?