C119 – This Is the Rich!


    Regardless, they got a taste of driving luxury cars this time.


    They’ll have stories to tell in the future.


    Even though the cars weren’t theirs, they had the chance to drive them.


    A group of drivers huddled together, reflecting on the day’s events.


    Their eyes filled with envy as they focused on the young man.


    So young, and yet he’d driven so many luxury cars.


    Today’s events truly broadened the drivers’ horizons and altered their life perspectives.


    Nothing would surprise them anymore.


    After all, who buys 480 luxury cars in one go?


    The drivers lingered in the corner, not blocking entry, yet reluctant to leave. Many snapped photos, overwhelmed by the spectacle.


    “Great job, everyone!”


    Su Ming called out to them, his voice earnest. He could sense their trepidation as they returned the cars.


    These were, after all, high-end sports cars. Any damage could mean a hefty bill.


    “Mr. Su, we’re just doing our job.”


    “It’s been an honor to drive for you.”


    Su Ming gave a light round of apuse.


    Zhou Hai soon appeared, lugging two suitcases.


    Curiosity piqued as people watched.


    Opening the cases, Su Ming revealed stacks of cash.


    He generously handed out 1,000 yuan to each driver.


    With the tform’s bonus of 500 yuan, everyone pocketed a total of 1,500 yuan.


    Su Ming didn’t regret the expense; he recognized the drivers’ diligent efforts in returning his vehicles.


    “Mr. Su, there’s really no need for this. Our tform…”


    “Manager Ma, that’s your tform’s concern. This is my way of showing gratitude to the drivers. But don’t let my contribution be an excuse not to give them their due 500.”


    Su Ming advocated for the drivers.


    Ma Chui’s face flushed with embarrassment at the implication; he had indeed entertained the thought.


    “Mr. Su, they will be paid.”


    Hearing this, the drivers exchanged knowing looks, rolling their eyes. Ma Chui was notorious for finding reasons to skimp on their pay.


    Their gratitude toward Su Ming deepened.


    “Su Ming truly is a man of wealth.”


    “I’m deeply moved.”


    “Before, I might have envied someone this wealthy. But now, I don’t feel a twinge of jealousy.”


    The drivers nearby were profoundly thankful to Su Ming.


    Su Ming was aware that these individuals were earning their pay through hard work. Driving, after all, demands focus.


    Being wealthy now didn’t mean Su Ming had lost touch with his roots. He too had once toiled at the bottom.


    He understood that while wealth was a blessing, the majority weren’t so fortunate. They were still striving to make ends meet.


    “It’s the least I could do.”


    With a casual smile, Su Ming warmly bid each driver farewell, leaving several close to tears as they departed.


    They were overwhelmed with emotion!


    After seeing Zhou Hai and Ma Chui off, Su Ming pped his hands, surveyed the two-story car facility, and nodded in satisfaction. The task wasplete.


    Meanwhile, the manager remained at the entrance.


    “Mr. Su, I’ve just been to your house. We’ll begin work shortly. We’ve already assisted your parents with moving. They’re now renting a house in town, which we arranged for them,” the manager reported eagerly. He had been briefed by his superior, who he suspected was also aware of Su Ming’s purchase of 480 cars.


    “I appreciate your efforts! I insist on paying you for this job. Please, don’t rush to decline. Money is not an issue for me,” Su Ming said with a smile, giving the manager a reassuring pat on the shoulder.


    Initially inclined to refuse, the manager found himself speechless after Su Ming’s remark.


    Walking to his own doorstep, Su Ming was surprised to see a very familiar figure. Was that not President Chen, back at work?


    “Mr. Su, I can’t thank you enough for what you did yesterday. I racked my brain but couldn’te up with a suitable gift. I apologize…”


    President Chen faltered, struggling to articte his gratitude.


    After all, Su Ming was so affluent that he wanted for nothing.


    “Don’t worry about it, President Chen. You’ve been a great help to me over time. We’re friends, after all.”


    Hearing Su Ming’s response, President Chen was on the verge of tears, deeply moved by the gesture.


    “Looks like your plot has sprouted some new grass. Let me help you take care of the weeding right away.”


    After President Chen had spoken, he wasted no time, promptly rolling up his sleeves to get down to work, leaving Su Ming feeling rather resigned.


    Just yesterday, Wang had finished weeding for him, and the grass hadn’t even had a chance to grow back yet. And now, here was President Chen, ready to tackle the job again. It seemed almost impossible for weeds to take hold on Su Ming’snd.


    While he was getting ready to work, President Chen’s phone rang out of the blue. He paused, about to dismiss the call, but then he noticed something peculiar about the caller ID.


    “Mr. Su, my apologies, I need to take this call.”


    “No problem at all.”


    Baskingfortably in the sunlight on his recliner, Su Ming watched as President Chen acknowledged him with a nod and answered the phone.