Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 198 of 214
"Zhiyun, if they want to come, let them come." Yang Duoran understood what these two fellows were up to, and seeing Li Dadong's awkward expression, he simply went along with their wishes.
"Sorry about this," Li Dadong said with a bitter smile.
Yang Ce said nothing, took Lin Yanhe by the hand, and walked out of the alley.
"We're not taking the bus, are we?" Zheng Zetao said in that sneering, insinuating tone from behind. The direction Yang Ce was heading was not the main street, and under normal circumstances no taxis passed that way. That was why Zheng Zetao made the remark: "We're not squeezing onto a bus. How about you just tell us the address, and we'll grab a taxi ourselves?"
"Zetao, oh." Li Dadong felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do. Zheng Zetao had changed. He was no longer the loyal, big-hearted Zheng Zetao of their school days. The present Zheng Zetao had grown thoroughly overbearing and insolent.
Yang Shuoxuan paid him no mind. Once out of the alley mouth, he simply pulled out his car remote and unlocked the BMW.
Zheng Zetao and Yaoyang were visibly stunned, and even Li Dadong was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Yang Ce to own a car—and a luxury BMW X5 at that. Lin Yanhe, however, knew Yang Juehuan's background well and showed not the slightest awkwardness.
He opened the passenger door first and let Lin Yanhe get in, then said to Li Dadong and the other two: "Big Winter Melon, get in. Oh, that's right—weren't you two going to take a taxi?"
Zheng Zetao's face was now full of disbelief, but at this point he had no choice but to admit that he had misjudged things earlier. No wonder Yang Ce had been so calm—the man had the capital to be calm.
Zheng Zetao was the type who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Now that he had witnessed Yang Moyi's strength, he began to worry again. He had been sneering and mocking for quite a while—Yang Yongjin had probably already taken note of it and would hold a grudge, wouldn't he? Right now, the pressing matter was to find out Yang Juehuan's background and see just how capable he really was.
With that thought, even Yan said, "Since there's a car, why would we take a taxi?"
In truth, Zheng Zetao had far too high an opinion of himself. As for holding grudges against a nobody like him—Yang Ce would not think such a person worth his resentment.
A man without shame is invincible. Yang Shuoxuan had not expected Zheng Zetao to change his tune so quickly. It was odd, but there was no point in saying anything more; a few more bodies squeezed in the back made little difference, so let them squeeze.
"Bro, what does your company actually do?" On the road, Zheng Zetao could no longer hold his tongue. He had been the one jumping about most wildly earlier, so if Yang Ce wanted to pick a fight, he would surely be the first to be cut down. Yaoyang had barely said a word.
So he began to feel out Yang Juehuan's background. He had seen Yang Juehuan's luxury car, and that told him the company Yang Ce spoke of was most likely real.
Yang Ce curled his lip and said dismissively, "You have eyes. Look for yourself in a moment."
Zheng Zetao swallowed the rebuke and did not dare show anger. He usually worked at his elder brother's bathhouse, where he had seen plenty of ruthless men and plenty of their methods, so he no longer dared feel any resentment toward Yang Shuoxuan.
Yang Ce parked the car in the lot in front of the jewelry company on the commercial street, then stepped out.
"Brother Yang!" Several young men in black greeted Yang Yanchuan in unison.
These men were the security guards sent over by Qingshuang; they had already been shown Yang Juehuan's photograph. But even without knowing Yang Ce, they could still recognize this car—Hou Lin's former ride.
Yang Yuting nodded and smiled. "Thanks for your hard work."