The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 109 The Scumbag Drives a G-Wagon
"I'm planning to come to Yanjing the day after tomorrow to see a friend and take care of some business. Are you free that day?"

The voice of Yang Deyuan, the father, came from the other end of the phone.

Yang Muye frowned.

"I have class, and the teacher is quite strict. He takes attendance every class, so it's not easy to ask for leave."

"There must be a time to eat together, right? Let's find a place near your school. If it's convenient, let's invite Ayao from Siping as well. I haven't seen him for several years."

"You came alone?"

"I was originally planning to bring your grandfather to visit you, but he's getting old, and I can't stand his temper. We'd start arguing after just a few words, so I decided against it."

Yang Muye remained silent.

Yang Deyuan on the other end of the phone immediately realized what was happening.

"Oh, you mean your younger brother and Aunt Xu, right? Haoxuan is starting kindergarten, and your aunt is staying in Shenzhen to look after him."

Yang Muye finally spoke, but he was extremely concise.

"Row."

Yang Deyuan finally understood.

Yang Muye didn't want him to bring Xu Li and the child; he just wanted them to stay away.

It seems that he hasn't fully accepted the two of them yet.

Yang Deyuan originally wanted to try to persuade Yang Muye further, but Yang Muye hung up the phone first.

"This kid!"

Yang Deyuan reluctantly put down his phone.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

The secretary pushed open the door.

"Mr. Yang, the people from the Dongguan factory have arrived."

"Okay, let him in."

Soon, Xie Qiang, looking rather reserved, followed the secretary into Yang Deyuan's office.

After the secretary closed the door and left, Yang Deyuan finally looked up from his computer.

Upon seeing this, Xie Qiang hurriedly spoke up:
"Mr. Yang, are you looking for me?"

"Qiang, there are no outsiders here, just call me Uncle, please have a seat."

"Eh."

Xie Qiang nodded and sat down on the sofa in the rest area.

Yang Deyuan called his secretary and asked her to bring in two cups of tea. He then sat down on the sofa opposite Xie Qiang.

"Qiang, how are your parents doing?"

“It’s all good. I called them yesterday, and they told me to work hard at the factory and not to cause you any trouble, Uncle.”

Yang Deyuan nodded, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Xiao Ye, you, Yang Guanjun, and A Yao, the four of you grew up together. I also grew up with your father, Yang Guanjun's father, and Siping. I left home early, so I didn't keep in touch with my father and the others much, and our relationship gradually faded. You younger generation shouldn't be like that. Keep in touch more often. It's so convenient for you now. You can do anything online, unlike back in our day, when even making a phone call was a struggle."

Xie Qiang verbally agreed, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

It wasn't that he didn't want to contact Yang Muye and Xie Zhiyao, but rather that they were no longer from the same social class.

While he was working in a factory tightening screws, Yang Muye was studying at Yenching University.

We're all in different circles, where are we supposed to find topics to talk about?
Yang Deyuan quickly realized this and immediately changed the subject.

"By the way, I heard that Yang Guanjun also came to Shenzhen and is working as a chef's apprentice at Xiaoye Ama Hotel. You two should be in frequent contact, right?"

"The day before yesterday, when the factory was on a day off, I met up with him for a meal," Xie Qiang replied.

“How is he doing over there? If he feels there’s no future for him, or if he’s been wronged, let him come here. It’s definitely better than staying with Ono’s mother.”

Xie Qiang nodded repeatedly.

He didn't dare tell Yang Deyuan that Yang Guanjun was actually quite comfortable in the hotel. Although he was tired, at least he was learning real skills.

Moreover, Yang Guanjun genuinely enjoys cooking.

Looking at myself, I was doing repetitive, mechanical work in the factory, no different from a machine.

Although Yang Deyuan had also instructed the factory to take good care of Xie Qiang.

Xie Qiang always felt that staying in the factory fixing screws like this meant he wouldn't learn anything and there was no future for him.

The secretary pushed open the door and came in, placing two cups of Pu'er tea on the coffee table.

Yang Deyuan asked Xie Qiang to try it. This was ancient tree tea that he had specially asked someone to bring back from Yunnan Province. Even though the price of Pu'er tea had collapsed, it was still worth more than 700 yuan per catty.

Xie Qiang picked up the cup and took a sip. Apart from the bitterness, he didn't think it was any different from other teas.

It's not even as good as the 3-yuan Master Kong iced tea sold outside.

The key is that you can get another bottle of iced tea, and the odds of winning are very high. It's hot in Guangdong Province, so Xie Qiang drinks a bottle almost every day.

Yang Deyuan slowly sipped his tea, and only after putting down the cup did he get down to business with Xie Qiang.

"I'm going to Yanjing the day after tomorrow to take care of some business. I'll also visit Xiao Ye on the way. I've already told the factory to give you a few days off. Come with me and you can see Xiao Ye."

"what?"

Xie Qiang was completely stunned.

Yang Deyuan's voice followed: "Qiang, you're not an outsider, so I won't hide it from you. Xiao Ye has always been resentful about my divorce from his mother and his remarriage and having children. We met once in Dali during the summer vacation, and his attitude was distant. I want you to help persuade him."

Xie Qiang's lips moved, but he hesitated to speak.

Should we send him to persuade Yang Muye?
If I had that ability, I wouldn't have failed the college entrance exam.

Yang Deyuan had decided to play the emotional card and began to seriously analyze the situation for Xie Qiang:

“I know that children will have a hard time accepting their parents’ divorce, but Xiao Ye doesn’t even consider how old his younger brother is. All the businesses I’ve built up in Shenzhen will be gradually handed over to him to manage after he graduates from university. When his younger brother grows up, he’ll at most get a share of the family fortune, but the bulk of it will still be in Xiao Ye’s hands.”

At this point, Xie Qiang finally understood.

Yang Deyuan wanted to use his own words to explain these "principles" to Yang Muye.

"Uncle, don't worry, I know what to do."

-

The next day at noon, at the entrance of the Central University of Finance and Economics.

"Aqiang!"

A familiar voice came from the campus.

Xie Qiang turned around and saw Xie Zhiyao, dressed in military training uniform, walking briskly toward him.

Unlike Yanjing University of Economics and Business, which only conducts military training during the summer vacation of freshmen, Central University of Finance and Economics also doesn't drag freshmen to training camps like Tsinghua University, where it's truly tough and tiring.

The management at the Central University of Finance and Economics is relatively relaxed, and students can freely enter and leave the school during their rest time.

That's how Xie Zhiyao came to be.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Come on, I'll take you to the cafeteria."

"No need, I came with Uncle Deyuan, and we've already had lunch."

"Uncle Deyuan is here too? Where is he?"

"I was running errands, so I took a taxi here by myself."

"Well, your timing is a bit off. I have military training during the day, but I can take leave tonight. Why don't you take a walk around our school first, and then we can go to Muye's school together tonight?"

"No need, I'll find an internet cafe to enjoy the air conditioning. Call me when you're better."

Seeing this, Xie Zhiyao did not press the matter further.

"I'll head back now; it'll be time to gather soon."

"Ah Yao—"

Xie Qiang called out to Xie Zhiyao, but hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong? Just say it, don't beat around the bush."

Xie Qiang hesitated for a moment, but ultimately told Xie Zhiyao everything Yang Deyuan had said to him in the office the day before yesterday. After listening, Xie Zhiyao narrowed his eyes.

"Uncle Deyuan, did you really ask me to persuade Muye like this?"

"Yes, but I can't bring myself to say it. You know, I wasn't as good at studying as you or Muye, and now I haven't even gotten into university. Muye arranged my job in Shenzhen through Uncle Deyuan. How can I have the right to interfere in such matters?" Xie Qiang complained.

Xie Zhiyao nodded.

It's really not appropriate for outsiders to discuss such family matters.

But even though it was difficult to speak, Xie Qiang finally spoke up:

“Ayao, you and Makino are such good friends, and you even go to the same university. Could you talk to him for me?”

Xie Zhiyao chuckled to himself.

"So, Xie Qiang, you were just waiting for me here, weren't you? You think it's so easy for me to talk to Mu Ye?"

Xie Qiang looked at Xie Zhiyao hesitantly.

"You two—had a fight?"

"No, I talked to him on the phone just two days ago, but—"

Xie Zhiyao originally wanted to tell Xie Qiang about how Yang Muye had earned over ten million yuan in the two weeks before the start of the semester by playing the cow/sheep mini-game, but then he thought about it and realized that Xie Qiang was becoming a bit distant when talking to him.

If they knew that Yang Muye had already left them, his childhood friends, far behind, they would probably be even more cautious when they met, and it would be difficult for them to get along with each other normally.

"Forget it, I'll say these things to Muye. But you have to make it clear to Uncle Deyuan first. I will definitely convey his 'good intentions' to Muye, but I can't guarantee whether Muye will listen to them."

"Ok!"

Xie Qiang nodded happily.

After seeing Xie Zhiyao off back to school, Xie Qiang immediately took out his phone and reported to Yang Deyuan.

“Uncle, Ayao has agreed to help persuade Makino, but he can’t guarantee that he can change Makino’s mind.”

"It's okay, just tell Ono. I'm still handling some things here. Wait until Ayao finishes her military training, then the two of you can come over together tonight."

Yang Deyuan replied on the other end of the phone.

-

night.

At the entrance of Fairfield by Marriott.

Wang Niulang and Zhang Guangzheng were on duty together.

The two chatted idly while keeping a close eye on their surroundings, constantly watching for any guests arriving.

With the roar of an engine, a white SUV drove into the hotel gate.

With its sharp lines and boxy shape, the car looks like a minivan at first glance.

That's what Zhang Guangzheng thought, until he saw the huge Mercedes logo on the front of the car and realized what was going on.

This is probably, maybe, possibly... a luxury car?
Unsure of the car's class, Zhang Guangzheng turned to Wang Niulang and whispered a question.

But I didn't get a response for a long time.

Turning his head, he saw Wang Niulang staring intently at the rapidly approaching white SUV, his eyes glued to it as if drawn by a magnet.

The white SUV pulled up in front of the two men, stopped, and turned off the engine.

Zhang Guangzheng was supposed to go up and open the car door for the guest, but unexpectedly, a hand reached out from the side and stopped him.

"I come."

Wang Niulang walked towards the white SUV.

The car owner drove himself there, and before Wang Niulang could even reach the car door, he pushed the door open and got out.

"Sir, welcome to Fairfield by Marriott Hotel."

The only response Wang Niulang received was the sound of a car door slamming shut.

It was as crisp as a bullet being chambered.

that's it!
Wang Niulang suppressed his excitement and took the car keys from the car owner.

After watching the other person enter the hotel, Wang Niulang opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and closed his eyes.

With a "bang," the car door slammed shut.

Wang Niulang's face then revealed an expression of great enjoyment.

When driving this car, the main thing you hear is the sound of the door closing.

Of course, there's also the exhilarating roar of the V8 engine once you're on the road.

Long ago, Wang Niulang noticed this Mercedes-Benz G-Class, a rugged off-road vehicle, in a car magazine.

After learning last year that this car had been officially introduced to China, I have been dreaming of driving it someday.

With both hands on the steering wheel, Wang Niulang couldn't help but hum a tune:

"I've waited so long for this day, and I've finally realized my dream after so much anticipation!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of knocking on the glass rang out.

Wang Niulang opened his eyes and saw Zhang Guangzheng standing outside.

"what happened?"

He rolled down the car window and asked.

Zhang Guangzheng pointed to a taxi that had driven in from behind, signaling Wang Niulang to quickly drive the car into the underground parking garage.

Wang Niulang suddenly realized what was happening and immediately started the car.

Put it in neutral and gently press the accelerator.

boom! ! !
The roar of the V8 engine made Wang Niulang's pores open up, and he felt so good that he almost flew away.

Since it was a guest's car, Wang Niulang didn't dare to try it any further and quickly drove away.

Xie Qiang and Xie Zhiyao got out of the taxi behind them and looked at the G-Class that drove away, their eyes filled with envy.

Before Xie Qiang even got out of the car, Xie Zhiyao had already explained the background of the G-Class to Xie Qiang, and even told Xie Qiang that this car was his dream car.

One day, I must drive this car.

Xie Qiang didn't say anything, but in his heart he felt that Xie Zhiyao's dream was quite unreliable.

With a car costing over three million yuan, do you think you're from a family like Yang Muyi's?
When the two entered the hotel, it was Zhang Guangzheng who opened the glass door for them.

A few minutes later, Wang Niulang returned with his car parked, his face still beaming with excitement.

"Master, what kind of car was that just now? You seem quite excited about it."

"Do you know what the saying goes in the car world? Real men drive V8s. A V8 is a real man's car. The car I was just driving is a real man's ride, a Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Don't be fooled by its boxy appearance and understated look. The price is anything but understated. Last time you drove that Mercedes-Benz E230, the price of six of them would be enough to buy one G-Class."

Upon hearing Wang Niulang's words, Zhang Guangzheng couldn't help but gasp.

Such an expensive car is something I wouldn't even dare to dream of, let alone drive in reality.

"How about we let you have a go when the owner comes to pick up the car?" Wang Niulang suggested.

Zhang Guangzheng quickly shook his head, saying that if he were to accidentally bump or knock something, he wouldn't be able to afford to pay for it even if he sold himself.

"Sir, did you notice that driver just now? He looks kind of familiar."

"Really? I didn't look closely. I'll take another look later."

As the two were talking, another acquaintance walked towards the hotel entrance.

"Mr. Yang, you're back."

Wang Niulang took the initiative to greet Yang Muye, while Zhang Guangzheng stood there stunned.

After Yang Muye went inside, Wang Niulang turned around and asked:

"What were you doing just now? What were you standing there daydreaming about?"

Zhang Guangzheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke with difficulty:

"Master, why does that G-Class driver look so much like Mr. Yang?"

(End of this chapter)