Chapter 243 : Lin Mo: “See!”
Chapter 243: Lin Mo: “See!”
One was the all-electric Zhiji L6, and the other was the dream car of all men—the Maybach. There was really no need to think twice about which one to choose. Even hesitating for one more second would be disrespectful to the Maybach.
It wasn’t that he was being fickle or disloyal to old things—poverty simply forced one to change. After all, if he didn’t move on from being poor, wouldn’t he just stay poor forever? Who didn’t want to make progress?
Besides, that cousin Su He’s car was probably more famous than a Maybach by now. If they drove it on the road, wouldn’t people instantly recognize it?
After all, Maybachs were common, but a 2888t towing hundreds of cars back home? There was only one of those. The event had happened less than a week ago, and that car had become even more eye-catching than a Maybach. With its flashy driver, how could anyone sit in it and not draw attention?
Besides, he had already sworn that if he ever sat in his cousin’s car again during the October holiday, he’d be a fool.
Of course, if Liu Rushuang hadn’t come, that would’ve been another story.
At this moment, a Maybach was smoothly cruising down the national highway, and Lin Mo sat leisurely in the passenger seat, enjoying the air conditioning. Emperor Rushuang, wearing sunglasses, had a faint smile on her lips—clearly, she was in a good mood.
At least this trip home wouldn’t be lonely. As for her friend and classmate Su He? Who was that? Totally not familiar, okay?
“Say, do you think it was really okay for us to ditch Su Su and take the side road?” Liu Rushuang asked.
Hearing that, Lin Mo pulled a banana from his backpack, peeled it, and was about to take a bite—when he felt a sharp gaze piercing through him. With a sigh, he handed the banana over.
Seeing this, Liu Rushuang, still driving, finally took a satisfied bite.
“She insisted on taking the highway. I suggested the side road, but she refused. Who can she blame for that?
Besides, today’s the last day of the seven-day holiday. The return traffic will be insane, and the highway’s bound to get jammed. I don’t want to sit in a car for hours again,” Lin Mo said, breaking off the bitten part of the banana and tossing it out the window.
But before he could take a bite, Liu Rushuang punched him in the ribs, nearly making him cough up the banana he’d just swallowed.
“So you’re disgusted by me, huh?”
Lin Mo quickly turned his head and said, “Hey, hey, eyes on the road! I wasn’t disgusted, okay? I was just being hygienic. What if I have a mouth ulcer and infect you?”
Liu Rushuang: →_→
“You think I’m three years old? That easy to fool? Hand it over!”
Then she snatched the banana from his hand, took a bite, ran her tongue along the entire fruit, and shoved it back at him.
Lin Mo: …
“That move looked… oddly familiar.”
“What do you mean?” Liu Rushuang asked, puzzled.
Lin Mo: “Ah, nothing… thought I saw something from… uh, Japanese-Korean… cough, nothing. My mistake.”
He almost exposed one of his secrets—if Emperor Rushuang found out, she’d definitely explode.
Liu Rushuang shot him a side glance but didn’t press further. She focused back on the road, though a faint blush had crept onto her cheeks.
“Today’s the return peak period. The highway’s probably jammed, but I doubt the side road’s much better. Otherwise, you two wouldn’t have been stuck so long last time.
Why do you think taking the side road will be any better this time? On October 1st, the section from Jiangning to South City wasn’t jammed at all,” Liu Rushuang said while driving.
Lin Mo chuckled. “That’s a gamble, isn’t it? I’m betting my cousin will be unluckier than us. Last year we were stuck for hours on the highway. This year, if we just avoid her route, we’ll be fine.”
“So even if Su Su took the side road, you’d still go by highway?” Liu Rushuang smiled.
Lin Mo grinned. “Of course! If you weren’t coming, I’d just take the high-speed rail. Honestly, my cousin’s got this weird October curse. I can’t take any chances!”
“Hahaha, you’re awful~~ I love it~~”
To Liu Rushuang, letting Su He have a little bad luck was harmless fun—at least it made her happy.
While she laughed, Lin Mo turned around and tossed the banana into the trash bag in the backseat.
There were no outsiders here—he wasn’t about to eat that imported fruit.
On his phone, the movie The God of Cookery was playing, and in his hand, a small golden ingot spinner twirled between his fingers, clicking softly—quite relaxing.
Yes, this was his latest online purchase that morning: a fingertip spinning ingot.
He had two reasons for buying it. First, it was made of pure gold and had a nice weight to it. Second, it came with a special feature.
[Fingertip Spinning Ingot: Crafted in 24k pure gold; multiple play modes; spin and click for a soothing, satisfying sound; relieves anxiety; ¥9.9]
It claimed to relieve stress and anxiety—not as dramatically effective as face wash or scar removal patches, but still somewhat useful.
At least now, idly playing with it lifted his mood. Maybe one day it could even help treat depression. If he ever met a rich person suffering from it, maybe he could sell it at a premium.
At worst, just the pure gold alone justified the price. It was heavier than that gold bracelet he once sold. At current gold prices, it was worth at least a third of a small car.
Plus, its design was auspicious—gold in the palm meant fortune in hand, symbolizing wealth. Not bad at all.
“How come you’re watching such an old movie?” Liu Rushuang glanced at the gold ingot in his hand, not thinking much of it. It was gold-colored, sure, but who’d actually make such a toy from real gold?
It was his movie choice that puzzled her—the film was ancient.
“Just revisiting the classics. Honestly, there aren’t many good movies nowadays. Might as well enjoy some timeless ones,” Lin Mo replied without even lifting his head.
He couldn’t finish two animated films anyway, so might as well focus on something easier.
For some reason, whenever he left home, his sense of time sharpened again—he just couldn’t stand wasting it.
Liu Rushuang sighed, not understanding what went on in Lin Mo’s mind, then suddenly asked, “By the way, you said you’d need my help soon. What’s that about?”
“A good thing. I want to treat you to dinner—cooked by me,” Lin Mo said with a grin.
Liu Rushuang blinked in surprise. “Treat me to dinner? Personally cooked? That good, huh? Alright, tell me—this time are you planning to touch my hand or my foot?”
“Cough, cough,” Lin Mo coughed quickly. “That last time was an accident! I don’t have that kind of fetish.”
Liu Rushuang snorted. “You’ve got a record, you know. Every time you call me ‘Sister Rushuang,’ it means trouble. So if it’s not touching hands or feet, what is it? Borrowing money?
You already borrowed two million last time. Now you’re calling me ‘Sister’ again and offering to cook? Don’t tell me you’re planning to borrow ten million this time?
Let me tell you—no way. Unless you’re my man, forget it.”
Seeing he wasn’t planning to get handsy, she was a bit disappointed. Still, as the saying went, “No one’s that nice for no reason.” The more effort Lin Mo put in, the bigger his scheme likely was.
“Hey, you really misjudge people. I’m not like that! I just wanted to thank you for all your help. Let’s set it for next Wednesday afternoon—I’ll confirm the time later,” Lin Mo said.
Indeed, he planned to use the next few days to prepare, then test the “Wednesday God of Cookery” skill’s effect.
Even if it worked just a tenth as well as in those fantasy novels, it’d be enough. Then he could open a once-a-week fine dining restaurant—charging tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands per meal.
Lin Mo’s horizons had broadened. He knew now that the world of the rich was unimaginable to ordinary people. A meal costing tens of thousands was nothing to the truly wealthy.
And such high-end restaurants did exist in real life. In metropolises like the capital and Shanghai, the nightlife of the rich was a world apart.
Sometimes, even within the same city, the difference between a rich and a poor person’s life was like heaven and earth.
With his once-a-week skill, he could only aim for the high-end market—no point trying to profit from the poor.
After all, what fun was there in earning pennies from ordinary people? The real money was in the wealthy.
But that was the problem. Even if his cooking was amazing—like Little Master Chef level, shining with golden light—it wouldn’t matter if no one came. The rich weren’t fools. Why would they dine at some no-name restaurant with no reputation or buzz?
So his plan was to invite Liu Rushuang for dinner, along with Miss Yuan and her parents.
As long as his cooking impressed them, word-of-mouth among the rich would spread faster than any marketing. He didn’t need fame among the masses—just among the elite.
And it had been a while since he’d promised to visit Miss Yuan’s home. This was the perfect opportunity.
If all went well, he’d finally have a legitimate source of income. Right now, even with a few million in hand, he couldn’t let his family know.
But all that depended on how powerful the [Wednesday God of Cookery] effect really was. If it only matched his current chicken-cooking skills, forget it. Even national banquet level wouldn’t be enough for such a restaurant.
Those high-end places weren’t just about food—the service and atmosphere were top-tier too. He couldn’t fake that unless he could completely conquer guests with taste alone.
Hearing Lin Mo speak so seriously, even setting a specific time, Liu Rushuang decided to tentatively believe him.
Even the side road was crowded today. At first, traffic moved decently, but soon both noticed it was slowing down more and more.
An hour later, staring at the endless line of cars ahead, both fell silent.
“So this is the result of your ‘bet’? As expected, gamblers never end well. Mr. Lin Mo, any comments for the interview?” Liu Rushuang teased, holding a sausage to his mouth, grinding her teeth.
Lin Mo turned, looking utterly confused. “No way… how could this happen? We didn’t even take the same route as my cousin. Could it be… I’m the real God of Traffic Jams?”
Thinking back—from last October to now—every trip home with his cousin had ended in traffic jams. He’d always blamed her, but maybe he was the unlucky one all along.
“Maybe you really are. If that’s the case, next time you travel, better ride with Su Su instead. I usually have good luck, but I don’t think even I can suppress yours,” Liu Rushuang said, rolling her eyes with a smile.
Half an hour later, as the car line barely budged, Lin Mo began doubting life itself.
Just then, someone knocked on their window.
“Hey, there you are! You’re not moving fast either. I’m not even fifty meters behind you!”
Outside stood his cousin, Su He, hands on hips, grinning smugly.
Lin Mo: …
Liu Rushuang: …
“Weren’t you taking the highway? What are you doing here?” Liu Rushuang asked sharply.
Su He patted her shoulder, her face full of loyalty. “Come on, you came all this way. How could I just leave you alone? Worst case, I’ll keep you company in this traffic jam!
How about it, huh? Don’t you regret not taking the highway with me?”
Lin Mo brightened up immediately. “See? I told you it wasn’t my fault! Look!”
Liu Rushuang: …
Su He: ???