Chapter 1225: 1225: Born Singer (Part 5)
Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225: Born Singer (Part 5)
The young man’s voice was pleasant, clear, and pure, like the sound of heaven.
He probably didn’t expect someone to stand up for him, and seemed a bit uneasy.
Chuzheng pulled her sleeve back, giving him a warning look, the young man’s eyes flickered slightly, and he sheepishly withdrew his hand.
Chuzheng continued asking the person on the ground, “Do you want money?”
“You must pay!” The old man expressed somewhat tactfully.
“Right, this must be compensated.”
“It’s reasonable to hit someone now, isn’t it?”
The bystanders chimed in agreement.
Chuzheng crouched down, laid the plastic bag in front of him: “There’s Fifty Thousand Yuan here.”
The old man’s eyes instantly brightened, showing a greedy look, while the few people who had been helping the old man exchanged glances.
“Are you going to help him pay?” Someone asked: “Is he your friend?”
“I don’t know him.” Chuzheng paused, then said something that made everyone want to beat her: “But I have money.”
“…”
“Now, get up, bump into that car, and the money is yours.” Chuzheng slowly pointed to her car parked beside.
The old man didn’t quite understand Chuzheng’s meaning: “What?”
“Weren’t you just wanting to target my car earlier?” Chuzheng said: “I’m giving you an opportunity.”
The old man: “…”
Everyone: “…” Are rich people so bored these days? Letting others bump into their car!
“Young lady, how can you talk like this!” The old man quickly scolded: “Who wants to fake an accident with your car!”
He indeed had his eyes on Chuzheng’s car earlier.
Those in their profession were much better at recognizing cars than ordinary people.
People who drive nice cars usually don’t fuss over much, a few thousand is just trivial to them.
Chuzheng calmly asked, “Do you want the money?”
The old man’s lips quivered, wanting to say something but didn’t, he looked at those ‘bystanders’, several people exchanged some unknown information through their eyes.
The old man finally gave in: “All of this for me?”
Chuzheng: “I keep my word.”
Fifty Thousand Yuan, that’s quite a lot.
Usually, extorting a few thousand is considered a big job…
As for face? People like them, who cares about face, can you extort money by having face?
Anyway, once they got the money, they’d run, and no one could catch them.
With this thought, the old man made up his mind.
Some of the crowd were part of the act, but there were also genuine bystanders, and their expressions changed upon hearing the old man’s words.
“What if you’re fooling me?”
With a reckless ‘I have money’ vibe, Chuzheng reached into the plastic bag, pulled out a stack, and placed it directly in his hand.
With the money in hand, the old man felt much more assured.
Without bothering about anything else, he got up from the ground, showing none of the previous agony of being hit.
Experienced in faking accidents, the old man directly went to bump into Chuzheng’s car.
Chuzheng kept her word, handing over the remaining money to the old man.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
Really… really giving it?
Is this a film shoot?
Or a reality show?
Isnt there a type of reality show now dedicated to filming bystanders’ reactions?
However, everyone looked around for a long time and found no cameras anywhere.
“Damn! Miss, if I fake a crash, will you give me money too?” Someone in the crowd shouted.
The rest of the bystanders also reacted and started chattering.
“This old man must be a professional scam artist, right?”
“Miss, why do you bother? He’s just a swindler, giving him so much money, you might as well donate it.”
The old man, holding the money, quickly slipped away while everyone was distracted.
Along with the few ‘bystanders’ who were shouting earlier, they swiftly vanished into the crowd.
Chuzheng returned to her car.
“Bastard, how am I doing with my extravagant spending?”
[…]
King’s Account didn’t want to talk.
Who the hell taught her that way?
Who’s going to thank you for this? The scam artists?!
King’s Account suddenly had a bad feeling…
–
The main actors had left, and the bystanders, aside from lamenting that today’s squanderers can do anything, also dispersed.
Chuzheng’s gaze fell on that young man.
He stood beside the fallen bicycle, looking at her, wanting to approach but hesitating, seeming a bit uneasy and hesitant.
Only then did Chuzheng notice a guitar case lying on the ground, already thrown open, with a guitar inside.
[Hidden task: Please obtain a Good Person Card from Sheng Yan and prevent Sheng Yan from turning dark.]
Chuzheng: “??”
Who?
The kid outside?
[Yes.] King’s Account said: [Miss, he’s the same age as you.]
Chuzheng: “…”
How are we the same age!!
[Some people just look young.]
Chuzheng: “…”
Are you saying I don’t look young?
[…] King’s Account decided to shut up, lest it provoke the inner tireless dynamite barrel of a young lady again.
Chuzheng’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel: “I feel this name totally doesn’t fit him.”
The young man outside looked like one of those slightly obedient, bullied little poor things, never felt that the name Sheng Yan had anything to do with him.
The young man finally summoned the courage to come over and knock on the car window.
Chuzheng lowered the car window, Sheng Yan’s face had several bluish-purple marks, but they were already starting to heal, the injuries had clearly been there for some time.
“Thank you.” The young man’s eyes were clear, showing no signs of a mission to darken, and he thanked softly.
“He was originally aiming for me.” Chuzheng said matter-of-factly: “If you hadn’t suddenly rushed forward, he would have faked the accident with me.”
The young man softly uttered an “ah” and then sighed: “But still, thank you.”
He stepped back and bowed at ninety degrees.
Chuzheng watched the young man’s actions until he straightened himself up, slowly asked: “Where are you going, I’ll give you a ride.”
The young man was clearly startled, shaking his head: “No, no need, I…”
“Aren’t you in a hurry? Get in the car.”
“Ah…”
–
The young man was indeed in a hurry; if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have cycled so fast.
But…
He estimated it was already too late.
However, Chuzheng didn’t seem to have any intention to listen to his explanation, letting him place the bicycle at the back, and the young man holding the guitar got into the car, nervously sitting in the passenger seat.
“I’m Sheng Yan…” The young man tentatively spoke: “Thank you, you’re really nice.”
Chuzheng: “…”
See! I just got a Good Person Card upon first meeting!
[Yet it’s useless.]
Chuzheng was thwarted by King’s Account’s cold splash of water, and the bubbling feelings in her heart vanished completely.
“You… can I know your name?” The young man asked again.
“Chuzheng.” Chuzheng’s tone slightly cold: “Meng Chuzheng.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“…”
Sheng Yan’s destination turned out to be a company, Chuzheng parked the car outside the company, the young man unbuckled his seatbelt while speaking: “Um, can I keep your number?”
Chuzheng glanced at him.
Sheng Yan’s face flushed suddenly, and he stammered an explanation: “I only wanted to invite you for a meal as thanks, it’s nothing else.”
Chuzheng took out the original owner’s business card, placed it in his hand: “It’s okay even if it is something else.”
The young man looked at her in shock, then almost tripped over himself getting out, taking the bicycle from behind.