After running for nearly an hour and 40 minutes, Chen Ergou's tense nerves finally relaxed slowly, only to discover that he was already drenched in sweat. He and Fugui were not the same kind of people, and he wouldn't easily reveal the wildness deep within his bones. Whether Fugui was fighting in a group or engaging in close combat with the big brute in the mountains, it all showed a hint of "who dares to challenge me, Chen Jia Fugui?" - a stubborn symptom of practicing Bajiquan to the point of "entering madness". Or perhaps it was the result of long-term practice and internalization. The big guy's constant foolish smile seemed like a live volcano that had erupted once and was now quietly brewing for its next eruption. Chen Ergou was certain that Fugui would choose an American heavy-duty sports car, and he would definitely not be scared out of his wits while driving it, because he was the kind of person who became calmer and more excited when approaching extreme limits.

  Chen Ergou wiped the sweat from his brow, his speed having been pulled up by that Porsche Cayenne. In terms of driving skills, the woman driving the Cayenne was definitely more experienced than him - just one look and you could tell she was an old hand. Whether overtaking or weaving in and out between the two cars, it was like a sleek, dark blue carp darting through the Qinhuai River. Chen Ergou had never known that a car could be so sensual before, and for the first time he felt that even if the woman inside was ugly, she could still be forgiven. The Cayenne's specs were also unsurprisingly higher than his Passat 1.8T manual, but in the end Chen Ergou still managed to arrive at the destination first, thanks to his uncle's guidance and a reckless attitude. No matter how lucky he got, as long as he ran a few more times, Chen Ergou would be able to become Wei Jia's driver with a clear conscience. Even if Wei Xiacao had been driving for four or five years and had driven tens of thousands of kilometers, she still wouldn't be able to finish the Shanghai-Nanjing highway in 94 minutes - telling her about this freak score would scare that good kid half to death.

  Porsche or Maserati, they all exude an air of nobility from head to toe. In the past, Chen Ergou didn't drive and was fine, but now that he's learned to drive, he's been bullied by that broken training car for a month. This kind of small-town bumpkin who has come out to see the world always feels like rushing up to scratch or kick those cars on the road that are intimidatingly powerful, or even crashing into them until they're both destroyed. So this time when Chen Ergou overtook that Cayenne GTS with a Zhejiang license plate on the Shanghai-Nanjing highway, he would shout "Come and crash into me if you dare!", probably giving the Porsche owner an urge to crash him into stupidity.

  In fact, the woman driving the Cayenne was furious. She was a seasoned driver who had spent over 70 million yuan on buying and modifying cars, as well as participating in various competitions over the past six or seven years. However, she was being tailgated by a Passat that eventually overtook her. She felt embarrassed to share this story with her friends at the Hangzhou Porsche Club, but she couldn't help feeling annoyed. At one point, she even rolled down her window to listen to the Passat's engine roar. Deep down, she knew that a well-maintained Passat 1.8T could easily run over 200 meters without any issues. The fact that this modified Passat could reach speeds of over 230 kilometers per hour didn't impress her much, as it was something that anyone in her club could do or would often do on certain highway sections. What really got her angry was that the Passat had used a rather unsportsmanlike tactic to overtake her on several corners, deliberately drifting and risking scratching its own car just to get ahead. She was most annoyed that even when drifting, the Passat looked awkward and clumsy, far from the smooth and elegant driving she was accustomed to seeing. She felt like jumping into the other car and telling the driver, "Comrade, this is not how you drift!"

  She got off the car and strode to the Passat, rapping on the hood with her fingers, signaling the two men inside to come out. Unexpectedly, the driver was a young man who didn't look like a rich kid at all. Although his style wasn't refined enough for high society, she initially thought that anyone who could modify a Passat to this extent must be at least a second-generation rich kid from Nanjing. After all, street racing is an expensive hobby that ordinary people can't afford. It's not hard for white-collar workers to buy a car, but it's difficult to maintain one, especially the costs incurred by street racing. Once you start racing, it's basically a new set of tires per race - if that's not burning money, what is? She looked at the man who was also looking at her, his smoking gesture was a bit special, holding the cigarette between his middle finger and thumb. He didn't look like any of the men she had met before. His clean and pale face wasn't intimidating at all, to the point where she almost mistook him for one of those small-time white-collar workers in her father's company who were always busy with trivial matters.

  As for the middle-aged uncle in the co-pilot seat next to the young man, she didn't even bother to glance at him. This lewd and dissolute man had been making eyes at her all along, as if hinting that "Hey girl, I'm a gigolo, you can keep me, no need for money". But when she knocked on the car hood, the one who came out was not the middle-aged uncle who looked like a male dog in heat, but a much calmer young man.

  "Anything wrong?" The young man's question was very kind and gentle, as if he was asking a junior, not at all embarrassed to blush, her first impression was that this guy's face was really thick, not ordinary thickness.

  "Are you driving like this?" she asked in a bad tone, the highway was not an official competition, she had always thought that one should pay attention to the style of overtaking, for example, when running on unfamiliar roads, occasionally taking advantage of the gap between red lights and green lights, at the next intersection, one should stop and wait for their opponent, this was basic common sense for her.

  "Am I driving too aggressively? Sorry, I don't know either, I've only been learning to drive for less than two months." Chen Ergou scratched his head, with an innocent face, and it was unclear whether he was pretending not to notice her annoyance or genuinely thought she was praising his exceptional skills, anyway, it was a pretty smug face.

  If it were an acquaintance, Pei Rongrong really wanted to kick him in the head and make him eat dog shit. But looking at that innocent-looking face that didn't seem too clever or calculating, she couldn't tell if he was pretending or being his true self. When she heard him say he had been learning to drive for only two months, Pei Rongrong suppressed her disgust at his driving skills and asked suspiciously: "Less than two months? Is that really true?"

  "I'm not cheating you." Chen Ergou said with a smile, smiling as if to let the little cat and dog, passersby Song Bingyi know that he had a sincere face and kind eyes.

  From a young age, Pei Rongrong was tied to the small chair in the boardroom by her father and forced to listen in on meetings. She wasn't the kind of woman who was big-breasted but brainless; she was a born skeptic, tempered by external influences. People say seeing is believing, but she never believed what her eyes saw or her ears heard until she had evidence in her hands, and everything became clear as dust settled. From another angle, she was an extreme advocate for quantification and data. Perhaps if a man smoked a cigarette in front of her, she could clearly know how many puffs he took, how many times he tapped the ash, and even remember his motion when extinguishing the butt. She asked Chen Er Gou to open the car hood, although she felt this request was a bit overboard, but the young man still complied very neatly and efficiently, which made her feel not bad about him, adding a few points in her heart, making him less detestable, at least from failing to barely passing.

  "Who modified this car?" Pei Rongrong bent down to examine it, her face shocked. She said that the person who modified this car must be crazy, as the equipment was top-notch and could even be used in a high-end sports car. Moreover, she didn't think that someone who could afford to heavily modify an old Passat would not be able to afford more common cars like Porsche, Benz, or BMW. Of course, "common" is relative - for Pei Rongrong, who had never been sensitive about money since childhood, a Porsche was already quite ordinary, as she was used to comparing the price of one car to being able to buy two Porsches with a Ferrari. For people like Chen Erdou, on the other hand, it was more common to compare the price of a Porsche to that of a bicycle or a Geely Otaka.

  Chen Erdou pointed at the car.

  Pei Rongrong furrowed her brow, somewhat disbelieving. Although she was a high-end "sea turtle" who had worked in Silicon Valley and Wall Street, she knew that on Wall Street and in Silicon Valley, those dressed in suits were just employees, while those wearing tourist shoes and casual attire were the bosses. However, China is still China, and even if he was already an unconventional and unorthodox old man, most of the time he still had a domineering air about him, as if he wanted to overwhelm people with his presence as soon as he appeared. Pei Rongrong thought that today's trip to Shanghai wasn't in vain. Although the process was unpleasant, the result was good. Returning to Hangzhou would be a great topic of conversation. A guy who had learned to drive for only two months dared to speed at 240 kilometers per hour and take corners at nearly 120 kilometers per hour with a rough but brutal drift. Plus, some weird uncle's modifications were downright bizarre. Talking about it would definitely make those guys who had just fallen in love with boat fishing in Zhoushan envious.

  The uncle stuck his head out of the car window, like a duck with its neck caught, and was eager to press his head and eyes against Pei Rongrong's slightly exposed white chest. He didn't know if he was captivated by her perfectly placed diamond-shaped pendant or her cleavage that could turn professors into beasts. Salivating, the uncle wiped his mouth and muttered: "When she got out of the car and showed off one leg, I knew this woman had a great figure. But I didn't expect that apart from her legs being able to crush a man to death, her chest was also deadly. And it's not just that - when women like her wear uniforms, they can kill men of all ages indiscriminately. On Monday, she dresses up as a flight attendant, on Tuesday, she plays a nurse, on Wednesday, she acts as an office lady, on Thursday, she pretends to be a policewoman, on Friday, she becomes a maid, on Saturday, she poses as a teacher, and on Sunday, she can even wear a transparent model's outfit. This is the life, ah... I don't know if her man's body can handle it, but if not, I'd be happy to take over. As an uncle, I may not look great, but my lower half has a deadly aura that's not ordinary - otherwise, how could I have become the number one 'Women's Friend' on Nanmen Street?"

  Pei Rongrong wasn't clear what the uncle who was lost in thought was thinking, and didn't think about it. After looking at the car, he roughly remembered the modified Passat route and prepared to leave. Chen Erdou was also someone Pei Rongrong considered worthy of a few words, driving fiercely without regard for life, or with flashy tricks, there were many like him in her club. As she walked away, what she might remember about him was his smoking posture, and the way he spoke naturally without making her feel awkward or out of place.

  "Can you give me your business card or leave a phone number? Maybe next time we can take another trip on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway. I also know that this time, my victory was not deserved." Chen Ergou said with a smile, as sincere and radiant as always. If Zhang Sanqian, the only child in this world who would listen to this man's words, saw him, he might have felt heartbroken again.

  Pei Rong's mouth curved into an arc, seemingly smiling but not quite, hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "Just give me your phone number."

  Chen Ergou recited the phone number, and couldn't help but feel disappointed. Without giving him a chance to repeat it, Pei Rongrong had already turned around and left. Chen Ergou didn't think that a beautiful woman could remember a strange and unimportant phone number in just one go - was this another way of rejecting him? Chen Ergou curled his lip, his eyes scanning Pei Rongrong's plump buttocks fiercely as he covered the car hood, got back into the car with a hint of reluctance, and lit a cigarette.

  Being despised by an opponent and being looked down upon by a woman, especially a beauty, the latter seems to be more hurtful and helpless.

  "Missing women?" The uncle asked with a smile, Chen Erdog looked at that stubbly bearded face and indeed felt it was somewhat lewd, no wonder his den was cluttered with low-quality discs that were not suitable for minors, the old computer that should have been thrown into the waste recycling station was also full of action movies, of course this action only referred to what happened on the bed.

  "Think." Chen Ergou replied very honestly, how could he not think, having been suppressed for so long. As soon as he lay down, he couldn't help but think of Xiao Yao's white and tender body. Fortunately, as soon as he closed his eyes, he was almost too tired to sleep, otherwise he would have either suffocated to death or run out to find a woman like Zhang Shengli.

  "Or else I can introduce you to a few?" The uncle said with ill intentions.

  "When did you start pimping?" Chen Erdou cursed with a smile, having been with Uncle for a long time, they spoke freely.

  "Days are hard to get through, so earn some extra money on the side. As they say, 'A horse will not gain weight if it doesn't eat grass at night'."

  The uncle laughed loudly for over ten seconds, then restrained himself a bit and became more serious. "Actually, I do have one or two girls in mind who are quite suitable for you," he said. "They're not bad-looking at all. Besides, when the lights go out, even a sow can look like a noblewoman. It's all just a matter of closing your eyes."

  "Wait, now that you mention it, I think I'll just stick with thinking about that little woman in Shanghai." Chen Ergou said with a shiver, because he had inadvertently thought of Wang Yuyan from Amei's restaurant.

  The uncle chuckled and didn't continue the conversation, rubbed his face, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly had a hint of depth, but it was unclear whether it was Chen Ergou's illusion. At this time, he looked sideways at the Porsche that Pei Rongrong was driving away from, and said in a low voice: "Sometimes I think, we poor people really don't live comfortably, not because those rich bastards are too high up, nor is it because beautiful women are too proud, but because no matter how hard we try, we can't climb to that position, can't get into their beds."

  Chen Ergou and Wang Hu Sheng were the same, both having two packs of cigarettes. One pack was specially for serving Uncle Jiang's Nanjing 95 Supreme, while the other was a five-yuan pack of Green Nanjing. He himself smoked the latter, but to avoid being too obvious and making Uncle Jiang think he was ridiculous, he would take out the Green Nanjing cigarettes one by one and put them in the Nanjing 95 Supreme cigarette box. As long as you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice his scheme. After smoking a Green Nanjing, he shook his head and said: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it that much, but I'm definitely not resigned to my fate. It's like this woman, I just wanted to chat with her for a bit, build some connections, and hope to make use of them in the future. I didn't want to conquer or sleep with her, those things are too far-fetched for me, unrealistic. Uncle Jiang, don't say I'm not ambitious or driven, people like me are used to hard days, I really don't think being looked down upon and suffering in the city is a punishment."

  Mr. Jiang, Fang Jie initially wrote on the business card given to Chen Ergou as Jiang Zifang, because of his mature and elderly appearance with a thick beard, it was hard to tell Mr. Jiang's age, so Chen Ergou usually called him Uncle Jiang.

  This uncle might have smoked too much, Chen Ergou's pocket had pack after pack of Huang Zun Nanjing, finally he found his conscience, took out a pack of cigarettes, threw one to Chen Ergou and said: "In this fleeting life, you'll have bread, you'll have butter, but most importantly, for you, there will be women."

  Chen Ergou's face was expressionless, but the young and beautiful woman who had initially thought him unsuitable for the task, only someone like Jiang Zifang, a man with experience, could detect the depth of his emotions. This wasn't the kind of profundity that a rich young master would pretend to have in order to seduce women, but rather something that had been distilled and precipitated out after years of suffering through hard times.

  Jiang Zifang had a sentence that he didn't say out loud, and glanced at Green Nanjing's Chen Ergou, who had already seen through his attempt to switch cigarette boxes. Having passed the age of thirty, he thought that all the things that should have been worn away had disappeared, but as an onlooker, he suddenly felt a kind of boiling hot blood in his heart, as if he had returned to twenty years ago when he and several good friends were carefree and arrogant.

  Jiang Zifu meant to say that in this society, kind-hearted people may not necessarily have good fortune, but those who are willing to work hard and humble themselves like a dog will likely rise to the top. (To find out what happens next, please log in, more chapters available, support the author, support the official version!)