I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2447 - 1546: Hui the Cab Boss (Part 2)

Mm.

After all that tossing around, the real boss finally woke up. After a brief moment of dazed confusion, his heart sank. He flipped the quilt aside and instinctively tried to get up.

"Better lie down and talk. I’m not interested in men."

The man on the bed froze mid-movement, stared toward the foot of the bed, then let out a breath of relief. The unease and viciousness on his face turned into a bitter smile.

"Brother Li? What’s this about?"

The guy looked a bit over forty. Not that old, but already showing signs of balding, and his complexion was quite sallow. Calling the not-yet-thirty Fu Zili "Brother" didn’t make him feel awkward in the slightest.

Figures.

In the underworld, relationships are never measured by age.

But clearly, he and Fu Zili knew each other well.

He still knew shame, at least. Unlike the woman who’d been beaten senseless, he sat up and, without leaving any obvious trace of panic, grabbed the quilt to cover his lower body. His bare upper torso was crisscrossed with all kinds of knife scars, far more intimidating than the dragons and tigers tattooed on those young punks.

Pity.

Given the current scene, it didn’t have much effect.

Fu Zili was someone who’d been in juvenile detention. That’s why last night, when Fang Qing mentioned the Law on the Protection of Minors, he’d thanked it—because he was one of its beneficiaries.

"Nothing much. I’m out now, so I figured I’d drop by and see an old friend."

One of his men brought over a chair.

Fu Zili sat down, his gaze shifting to the woman on the bed whose face had gone ashen with fear. She was covering her face, too scared to make a sound.

"Brother Hui really knows how to enjoy life."

"You flatter me, Brother Li. I didn’t even know you were out. If I had, I’d definitely have gone to welcome you."

The two of them kept tossing "Brother" back and forth, each talking their own talk. On the surface it sounded harmonious, but the air was thick with corrosive, blackly humorous sarcasm.

"I don’t dare accept that. How could I trouble Brother Hui to make such a grand move."

"It’d be my duty, my duty."

Brother Hui—nicknamed "Taxi Hui"—forced a smile. Seeing that the other man’s eyes were fixed on the woman beside him, he hurried to say, "If Brother Li likes her..."

Sitting in the chair with one leg casually crossed over the other, Fu Zili raised a hand.

"I appreciate Brother Hui’s kindness. I’ll take it in spirit."

He paused, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, his eyes meaningful. "Just curious, whose wife is this one?"

Taxi Hui let out an awkward laugh. "Brother Li, you’re joking..."

"Brother Hui’s tastes are well-known to all Sha City people. No need to be modest."

The woman on the bed was on the verge of tears but didn’t dare cry. She forced the tears back, eyes brimming, body trembling.

As his nickname implied, Taxi Hui used to make his living driving a cab. Later, word on the street was that with his smooth tongue he hooked up with some official’s wife. Riding that connection, he shot straight up, practically monopolizing the taxi market in Sha City and becoming a big-name local tyrant.

Since his fate had changed because of this, after he got rich he only became more brazen—an outstanding inheritor of Wei Wu’s style.

As for his... particular fetish, Taxi Hui definitely didn’t feel ashamed. Compared to young girls, only the flavor of married women could really undo him. Chasing pleasure—that’s human nature, and there’s no law that says it’s a crime.

But feeling justified was one thing; having someone spell it out to his face like this, with such obvious mockery, still made it hard for him to keep his expression from cracking.

"Brother Li, barging in here without even a heads-up—what’s that supposed to mean?"

Taxi Hui’s smile faded a little, and the baleful edge befitting a local despot finally showed in his eyes.

Times were different now.

The era had changed.

The age of knife fights and ambushes was over.

"Harmony brings wealth" was the mainstream tune these days.

And just now he’d quickly gone over everything in his head and hadn’t come up with any huge grudge between them. As for minor run-ins, those were inevitable. They were both big names in Sha City; nobody would fuss over trivial crap.

So.

He was confused.

Couldn’t figure it out.

"Nothing much. I just have one question I’d like Brother Hui to help clarify. As long as Brother Hui is willing to clear it up for me, I’ll leave right away."

"I thought it was something serious."

Taxi Hui forced a relaxed smile. "What’s the question? Just say it, Brother Li. I’ll tell you everything I know, hide nothing at all."

He might have started out driving a taxi, but he had at least some schooling—enough to know a handful of idioms.

Well.

How else do you think he managed to flip his fate like that?

All off the strength of his mouth.

Reality proves that no matter what line of work you’re in, you should read more and keep learning. It never hurts. Opportunity only comes to those who are prepared.

Fu Zili signaled with his eyes.

Beside him, the guy who’d opened the door and taken photos strode toward the big bed, coming up next to Taxi Hui, with the driver from last night—who had driven Jiang Chen and Fang Qing—standing on the other side. They flanked the bed left and right.

He picked up his phone and held it up in front of Taxi Hui.

"Take a look."

Taxi Hui glanced at the screen, and his face changed. The fake smile collapsed, leaving an ugly mix of shame and barely suppressed rage.

"My bad. Wrong photo."

Turned out what he’d just shown him was the "bedroom shot" they’d taken earlier.

No.

Not a candid shot.

They’d taken it right out in the open.

The guy quickly corrected himself, pulled the phone back, found the right picture, then held it up in front of Taxi Hui again.

"This car—is it yours, Brother Hui?"

Under someone else’s thumb, Taxi Hui could only swallow his humiliation and tactfully look at the second photo.

The picture had changed to show a car.

A car that he found damn unlucky.

When this model had just come out, he’d immediately ordered one. For no other reason than chasing trends—this brand was red hot and wildly popular, and its previous models had all been huge hits. Who knew that later on, someone would say this new business model looked like a coffin.

Heh.

Once that line got out, there was no taking it back.

No matter how you looked at it, you couldn’t unsee the word "coffin."

No matter how strong your fate supposedly was, you wouldn’t dare sit in a "coffin" every day.

So he tossed the car to his underlings to use as a company vehicle.

He confirmed the plate number—it was indeed that damned money-pit of a car. The model was already rare in Sha City. That was actually why he’d bought it in the first place: hardly anyone in Sha City could afford it, so the numbers on the road were low, recognition was high, and he’d stand out from the crowd.

Instead, it seemed he’d become a walking punchline.

"Yeah, it’s my car."

Taxi Hui felt even more frustrated inside.

Once he admitted it, the guy put his phone away.

"Does Brother Hui know what that car was doing last night?"

Fu Zili certainly knew the man himself couldn’t have been in the car last night. Everything outside, plus the scene in the inner room, all served as solid alibis.

"Last night?"

Taxi Hui’s brows drew together. Whatever else you might say, he was still a big figure; he wasn’t stupid.

"I haven’t driven that car in ages. I just threw it to my guys to use."

"I’m asking what that car did last night."

Fu Zili repeated, expression calm, like he was making small talk—no visible menace.

Taxi Hui sat on the bed, frowning, brain running at full speed.

He’d heard of Fu Zili: sly and cunning, but also ruthless. Since he’d come knocking, if he didn’t get a satisfactory answer, there was no way he’d just let this go.

"...I’ll make a call and ask."

Fu Zili smiled.

"Does Brother Hui really need to make that call? Maybe think it over first. I don’t have much time. If the police comrades come in, it might not be good for any of us. Don’t you think I’ve got a point, Brother Hui?"

Taxi Hui’s face shifted between dark and light as he silently cursed his ancestors.

The guy was obviously threatening him!

But what could he do?

The situation was stronger than the man.

"Oh, I remember now."

Taxi Hui put on a look like he was trying hard to recall. "Last night my guys took that car into the city, to Sanjian Courtyard, to take care of something."

"What thing?"

Taxi Hui paused, then probed, "Does it have something to do with you, Brother Li?"

Fu Zili said nothing.

Taxi Hui took the hint and continued, "They went to splash paint."

Fu Zili’s eyes flickered, but he showed nothing.

"Why would Brother Hui do that? Do you have some kind of grievance with that family?"

"No."

Because he’d gone a little too wild last night, Taxi Hui’s alertness was still there, but his mind wasn’t as sharp as usual. He answered honestly, "Someone asked me to do them a little favor..."

"Who’s got that much clout, that they can order Brother Hui around?"

Fu Zili was too blunt, directly tearing apart the thin veneer of face the other man had tried to leave himself.

Taxi Hui choked on his words, lips pressed tight, awkward and humiliated.