Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 34: Is a car worth 78 yuan considered a means of transportation?

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Fifteen minutes later, Wang Defa appeared at the entrance of the garage of Jiangcheng No. 1 Building on a Yadea electric scooter.

When he saw the Cullinan, Yadea almost lost his balance.

"Holy crap..."

He pushed Yadea aside, walked over, and circled the Cullinan three times, his mouth never closing.

"This car...it's fucking huge."

"Nonsense, it's 5.3 meters long." Wang Guanxi tossed him the key to the Zunjie. "From now on, you drive the Zunjie, and I'll drive the Cullinan myself."

Wang Defa caught the keys: "Thank you, Yifu!"

Wang Guanxi smiled, ignored him, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat of the Cullinan.

The seats are made of top-quality genuine leather, and sitting on them feels like sitting on a cloud.

The steering wheel is covered with buttons, the instrument panel is fully digital, and the central control screen is embedded in a huge glass panel.

He pressed the start button, the instrument panel lit up, and the engine emitted a deep roar.

V12 engine, 6.7T, 571 horsepower.

Wang Guanxi gripped the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and the engine roared like a beast bellowing.

"Cool!"

Wang Defa watched from the side, his eyes reddening with envy.

But he was just envious.

He knew that Wang Guanxi had been good enough to him.

The Zunjie S800, a car worth over a million, was given to him to drive as he pleased.

Who else would be willing to do that?

"Alright, Venerable One, you can drive off now. I have a dinner engagement tonight, so you don't need to pick me up. I'll drive the Cullinan myself."

Wang Defa nodded and accepted the key to the Venerable Realm.

. . . . . .

6:30 p.m., Jia Hua Hotel.

When Wang Guanxi drove his Cullinan to the door, Sister Hong was already waiting for him there.

After Wang Guanxi got out of the car, Sister Hong skillfully asked the doorman to help him park the car.

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Sister Hong, you're out? Are you alright?" Wang Guanxi asked politely.

"It's alright now." Sister Hong smiled, her tone relaxed. "It was just a misunderstanding; it'll be fine once it's been cleared up."

Wang Guanxi nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, everyone knows the truth.

Chung Chiu-lung's ability to get Sister Hung out in less than a day is a testament to his skill.

Today, he had Sister Hong personally come out to greet him at the door, probably to show off his power.

Sister Hong led Wang Guanxi into a private room at the restaurant.

Upon opening the door, Wang Guanxi saw Zhong Zhaolong sitting there.

After the two greeted each other, Sister Hong turned to the side and whispered something in Zhong Zhaolong's ear.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Wang arrived today in a Cullinan."

Zhong Zhaolong's expression changed noticeably.

Cullinan.

It's not the S800, it's the Cullinan.

A Cullinan costing seven or eight million.

Zhong Zhaolong's smile deepened, and his tone became even more enthusiastic than before.

"Mr. Wang, I heard you bought another new car?"

Wang Guanxi waved his hand and said casually, "It's just a means of transportation. It just arrived today, and I just drove it out."

Zhong Zhaolong's lips twitched.

A means of transportation?

A car worth seven or eight million is considered a means of transportation?

But he didn't say anything, he just smiled and nodded, and poured Wang Guanxi a cup of tea.

The waiter started serving the food.

The dishes were good, with fish, meat, and seafood. Chung Chiu-lung ordered them, and you could tell he put thought into it.

The two chatted and ate, with Sister Hong occasionally chiming in, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Halfway through the meal, Zhong Zhaolong picked up his wine glass and brought up the important matter at hand.

"Mr. Wang, I've already had someone prepare a budget for the clubhouse renovation, and it should be ready in about a week."

"Okay, no rush." ​​Wang Guanxi raised his glass and clinked it with his. "I also have some news to tell you."

"Oh? What news?"

"I've found the person who reported Day and Night."

Zhong Zhaolong put down his wine glass and leaned forward slightly.

"Who?"

"Wen Wubin. He's the one who instructed Xia Bingchao to make the tip-off call."

Zhong Zhaolong frowned and narrowed his eyes.

He knew who Wen Wubin was.

Chung Chao-lung was silent for two seconds, then smiled.

"Okay, I understand."

That's all there is to it, no unnecessary words.

But judging from his expression, Wang Guanxi could tell that Zhong Zhaolong seemed to know Wen Wubin.

Since he already knows what's going on, there's no need for him to say anything more.

"Mr. Wang, thank you for telling me." Zhong Zhaolong raised his glass. "I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"Mr. Zhong, you're too kind."

The two clinked glasses again.

Wang Guanxi put down his wine glass and changed the subject.

"Mr. Zhong, there's something else I'd like to ask you."

"you say."

Do you know someone named Hun Sen?

Zhong Zhaolong paused for a moment, his hand holding the wine glass still.

He glanced at Wang Guanxi, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Hun Sen? I know him. What's up?"

"I have something I want to talk to him about," Wang Guanxi said frankly. "My stepfather owes him some money, and I want to discuss it with him."

Chung Chao-lung put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Wang Guanxi.

"Cheng Wanhua?"

Wang Guanxi was stunned for a moment.

"Does Boss Zhong know my stepfather?"

"I don't know him, but I've heard of him," Chung Chao-lung said. "People in the industry have talked about Chengda Garment Factory. They owed Hun Sen one million, right?"

"right."

Zhong Zhaolong thought for a moment, then picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I know Hun Sen fairly well. He's a local from Jiangcheng, and he's involved in the underworld, specializing in money lending. He's not exactly a good person, but he's not an unreasonable madman either."

"Can you help me arrange a meeting with him?" Wang Guanxi asked directly.

Zhong Zhaolong looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then smiled.

"Okay. I'll make the appointment for you."

"Thanks, Mr. Chung."

"Don't mention it." Zhong Zhaolong waved his hand. "You helped me investigate the whistleblower, so it's only right that I help you make an appointment with someone."

Wang Guanxi knew in his heart that this matter was not that simple.

Chung Chao-lung's willingness to agree was not solely due to the whistleblower's involvement.

More importantly, he recognized Wang Guanxi's talent.

The post station, the VIP area, the Cullinan, and that promise to "pay for all the renovation costs".

In Chung Chao-lung's eyes, Wang Guanxi is no longer that "rich young man," but a partner who deserves serious consideration.

It was just a small favor to help a partner arrange a meeting.

Sister Hong poured tea for the two of them and said with a smile.

"Mr. Wang, with Mr. Zhong's intervention regarding your stepfather's matter, Hun Sen won't make things too difficult for you."

Wang Guanxi nodded and picked up his teacup.

"Then I'll leave it to Boss Zhong."

"No problem, no problem."

The rest of the conversation went much more smoothly.

The two finalized several key points regarding the renovation.

The club will be closed starting tomorrow, and renovation workers will begin work the day after tomorrow.

The interior design follows Wang Guanxi's vision, aiming for a youthful and trendy style, and includes a billiards area and a mahjong area.

Chung Chao-lung will be in charge of recruiting the beautiful teaching assistant. He has some connections at Jiangcheng College, so it shouldn't be difficult.

Regarding the budget, Chung Chao-lung has someone prepare a detailed plan, which will be given to Wang Guan-xi for review next week.

The meal took almost two hours.

At the end, Chung Chao-lung escorted Wang Guanxi to the hotel entrance.

The doorman drove the Cullinan over, and Wang Guanxi took the keys and opened the car door.

Zhong Zhaolong glanced at the car, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes, but he quickly looked away.

"Mr. Wang, please drive carefully."

"Boss Chung, call me if you have any news from Hun Sen."