My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

Upon hearing this, Coach Gao's face instantly turned pale, his lips twitched slightly, and he subconsciously glanced around at the throng of diners in the restaurant. It was lunchtime, and the Sichuan restaurant was packed with seven or eight tables, at least forty or fifty people. While watching the commotion, several tables had taken advantage of the chaos to order even more food, and two young men had even asked the waiter to open two more bottles of Wuliangye liquor, saying that since there was excitement to watch, they should drink some good wine to liven things up. This meal would probably cost him tens of thousands of yuan.

Seeing his gloomy face and silence for a long time, Su Ming smiled and patted him on the shoulder, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing where to go for a second round of drinks that night: "Dude, what's wrong? You don't want to?"

Coach Gao was so frightened that sweat poured down his forehead, beads of sweat running down his temples and soaking his collar. He quickly forced a smile, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and repeatedly explained, "Yes, yes, I'm willing to pay! Brother Ming, you've asked, how could I dare refuse! The whole place is on me, on me!"

When the people in the restaurant heard that Boss Gao was willing to treat everyone, they immediately erupted in excitement. The shirtless, burly man was the first to stand up, raise his glass high, and shout at the top of his lungs, "Hello, Brother Ming! Thank you, Brother Ming!" His shout was followed by people from several nearby tables, and for a moment the restaurant was filled with shouts of "Hello, Brother Ming!" and "Thank you, Brother Ming!" It was as lively as a New Year's celebration.

A young man stood up with a wine glass in his hand, called out to Su Ming, "Thank you, Brother Ming," and then glanced at Lin Shumei next to Su Ming, adding with a grin, "Thank you, Sister-in-law Ming." This caused a stir among the people at the surrounding tables, who all joined in, shouting, "Thank you, Sister-in-law Ming!"

Lin Shumei blushed deeply at being called "Sister-in-law Ming," her face turning crimson all the way to her ears. The usually decisive woman in the warehouse now lowered her head shyly, her fingers unconsciously twirling the wine glass on the table. Su Ming noticed this, smiled, and reached under the table to place his hand on her thigh. Through the thin fabric of her dress, he could feel the warmth of her skin and its slight tension. He leaned closer and asked with a smug look, "How's the atmosphere?"

Lin Shumei raised her head, glared at him, but her eyes were full of smiles and admiration. She nodded with a smile and said softly, "You're amazing, but our Brother Ming is even more formidable."

Su Ming smiled and gently stroked her thigh, picked up his wine glass, raised it to her, and called out, "Come on, have a drink." He then tilted his head back and took a sip. Lin Shumei also smiled, picked up her glass, pressed her red lips to the rim, took a small sip, and as the wine went down her throat, a soft light appeared in her eyes. Looking at Su Ming, her gaze held admiration, joy, and a touch of intimacy that only the two of them understood.

Flea and his gang of underlings stood to the side, watching Su Ming and Lin Shumei exchange glances while drinking. Flea shifted awkwardly, unsure whether to stand or sit. He scratched the back of his head, hiding the steel pipe behind his back, afraid it might spoil the mood for Brother Ming and his sister-in-law.

Lin Shumei noticed, her pretty face flushed again, she reached out and gently brushed Su Ming's hand off her leg, gave him a wink, and said reproachfully, "You should also care about your underlings, don't just focus on drinking yourself."

Su Ming snapped out of his daze, smiled, and waved to the flea, his tone warm and casual: "Sit down, let's drink together. What are you standing for? We're not strangers."

Flea scratched his head awkwardly, glanced at the table full of dishes and Lin Shumei, and said with a forced smile, "Brother Ming, this isn't appropriate; it might spoil your and your wife's enjoyment. How about we set up a separate table and I'll keep you company while you drink? Is that alright?"

Su Ming smiled, nodded, and waved his hand, "Okay." Then he turned and called out to the proprietress behind the counter, "Proprietress, open another table, bring the best dishes, and six bottles of Moutai!"

The proprietress was leaning against the counter eating sunflower seeds when she heard the shout, and she almost choked on the shells. She quickly put down the seeds, beamed, and replied, "Okay!" She turned and called to the kitchen, "Kitchen, open another table, with the best dishes and six bottles of Moutai!" She was overjoyed; the sales for this noon alone were equivalent to a week's worth of sales on average.

Upon hearing this, Boss Gao's face instantly turned ashen. He stood there, his lips twitching, his cheeks trembling, and the sweat he had just wiped from his forehead reappeared. He turned and glared fiercely at Coach Gao beside him, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice extremely low but unable to conceal the venomous hatred in his voice: "You troublemaker, today's meal will probably cost twenty or thirty thousand."

Coach Gao's face was already swollen like a pig's head, and after his brother's glare, tears welled up in his eyes. They swirled in his eyes for a long time before finally rolling down his swollen cheeks, making him look both pathetic and comical. He kept shouting to Boss Gao, "Brother, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was really wrong..."

Boss Gao snorted coldly, turned his face away, and replied indifferently, "What good is 'sorry'? You have to pay half of this money."

Upon hearing this, Coach Gao's face turned from pale to deathly white. His lips trembled, and he said in a low voice, his face full of embarrassment, "Brother, this is half a year's salary for me..."

Boss Gao gave him a cold look, his tone leaving no room for negotiation: "Deduct half of his salary every month, until it's all gone."

Coach Gao's legs went weak, and he slumped into the chair next to him as if his bones had been removed. The chair slid back halfway under his weight, making a screeching sound. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his mind racing as he calculated the costs. Half of his salary would be deducted every month until the debt was paid off, which meant he wouldn't have a good life for the next six months.

He had just slumped down when Su Ming stood up, holding a wine glass, walked over to him, looked down at him with a friendly smile, and spoke casually as if he were chatting about the weather: "So, Coach Gao, what are your plans for my driving test?"

Upon hearing this, Coach Gao sprang up from his chair as if electrocuted. His dejected expression instantly transformed into a warm smile, and he bowed and scraped, his voice brimming with obsequiousness: "Brother Ming, it's up to you! Whenever you're available, I'll arrange it according to your schedule. You name the day, that's it; you name the time, that's it. I'll personally arrange it for you, guaranteeing the fastest and smoothest process!"

Su Ming scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then smiled, "Then how about next Monday morning? I have some things to do over the weekend, so I can finish the exam on Monday morning and go back to work at the factory in the afternoon."

Coach Gao readily agreed, "No problem, no problem! I've got everything arranged for you next Monday morning, you just need to come and take the test!"