I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 565 - 417: Green and Lush_2

Later on, if you didn’t bring up something worth at least a few billion, you’d be too embarrassed to even open your mouth.

When so many people gathered around him, Xia Liang uttered a single word: "Scram."

The crowd instantly dispersed, not daring to get any closer. They seemed to have forgotten that if Xia Liang wanted to take a person’s life, a single thought was all it took. So, afterward, they didn’t dare to crowd around him again; even approaching felt terrifying.

When they saw the director approach Xia Liang, they watched with great interest. The next second, however, they saw the dejected director walk back, having clearly been scolded as well. The group of elites burst out laughing, mocking him loudly. The director, looking quite embarrassed, told them to hurry up and disperse.

But before he could get the words out, he saw everyone fall silent and look over his shoulder. Startled, the director hurriedly turned around.

He saw Xia Liang slowly walking up to the crowd.

"I didn’t drive here," he announced. "Who’s giving me a ride?"

That one sentence instantly caused an uproar among the Jinling elite.

"Me! Master Xia, you can just take this Bentley!"

"Get out of the way! Master Xia, if you like this Phantom, just drive it home!"

"None of you are good enough! Master Xia, I’ll call for a helicopter to pick you up right now! I’m not sure if you like planes, but I’ll get you a private jet immediately!"

Watching this group of Jinling’s finest, the director let out a long sigh. All their usual composure was gone; every last one of them had turned into a bootlicker. The next second, the director himself shouted, "Master Xia, I don’t know if you like police cars, but I can give you a ride back!"

Xia Liang, who had been watching all of this, just chuckled softly. He walked to the curb, opened the door of an ordinary sedan, and sat inside.

"Let’s just take this one. It’s the closest."

Everyone was stunned, their hearts instantly flooded with regret.

Why? Why didn’t I park my car here?

At the same time, a man squeezed his way out of the crowd, looking equally stunned. His car was only worth about a million. Compared to the others’ cars, which were worth tens of millions, he hadn’t dared to speak up, and had just been standing at the back. He never expected that Xia Liang would actually get into his car.

Under the envious glares of everyone present, he immediately pulled his chauffeur out of the driver’s seat and got in himself. He then raised an eyebrow at the others before driving away.

「In Jinling Downtown.」

On a certain street, Sun Tianran was on pins and needles. Watching Xia Liang resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, he felt utterly restless. He kept glancing at the rearview mirror, caught in a dilemma. If he directly asked for a divination, he was afraid of angering Xia Liang. But if he did nothing, he couldn’t bear to waste such a golden opportunity.

After deliberating for a long time, he saw that they were less than a ten-minute drive from Xia Liang’s hotel. If he didn’t speak up now, he’d lose his chance.

Steeling himself, Sun Tianran finally spoke to the man in the back seat. "Master Xia, are you resting?"

Xia Liang didn’t respond at first, his eyes still firmly closed. It had to be said, the back seat of this business sedan was incredibly comfortable. With someone else driving, he didn’t have a care in the world, making it easy to doze off.

"Master Xia?" Sun Tianran asked again, a wave of nervousness washing over him for some reason.

At this, Xia Liang slowly opened his eyes, his expression as placid as ever. "Is there something you need?"

Seeing that Xia Liang had answered, Sun Tianran’s expression lit up with excitement. He chose his words carefully. "I do have a small problem I’d like to consult you about, Master Xia. I’m currently holding a very high-risk project, and I’m not sure if I should proceed. I was wondering if Master Xia would be willing to perform a divination for me?"

Hearing his request, Xia Liang fell silent. Sun Tianran’s heart began to pound faster and faster.

After a long moment, Xia Liang’s voice finally sounded, slow and even. "Do you think that just because I chose your car, I am obligated to help you?"

His tone was completely devoid of emotion, as if he were discussing something utterly trivial. Yet those words instantly made Sun Tianran’s face turn deathly pale. His joints felt as if they had rusted over, making it difficult to move.

It’s over. I still managed to displease Master Xia.

"No, of course not! How would I dare?" he stammered. "I was just speaking casually. Whether you are willing to answer or not, I will have no complaints! It is my honor that you are even riding in my car, Master Xia!"

After he finished speaking, Xia Liang indeed ignored him, closing his eyes once more to rest. After all, he wasn’t some great philanthropist; there was no need to help everyone. These people from Jinling needed to understand that he would always be above them. Only then would they continue to hold him in awe.

Meanwhile, with his blood running cold and his limbs feeling sluggish, Sun Tianran was distracted. He accidentally ran a red light and almost slammed into a young woman at the crosswalk. He stomped on the brakes.

In the back seat, Xia Liang was jolted by the sudden stop and opened his eyes with clear displeasure. Seeing this, Sun Tianran felt his entire back become drenched in sweat. Indeed, serving the great is like living with a tiger. To prevent Xia Liang from venting his anger on him, Sun Tianran immediately stuck his head out the window and began shouting at the woman on the crosswalk.

"Are you blind? How do you cross the street? Didn’t you see the car?"

The woman was taken aback. Wasn’t it you who ran the red light? What does that have to do with me?

"You’re the one who ran the red light! Why are you yelling at me?" she retorted.

"I ran the red light? Don’t you know to watch for cars? Do you have any idea who is in my car? I’m telling you, if you disturb Master Xia, ten of your lives wouldn’t be enough to pay for it!" Sun Tianran continued to rant, not daring to glance at Xia Liang’s expression in the back.

"Master Xia?" the person repeated, momentarily surprised. Then she continued, "Who are you talking about? I also know a Master with the surname Xia!"

"You? You know Master Xia?" Sun Tianran scoffed. "The ’master’ you know is probably just some common fraud! How could he possibly compare to the Master Xia in my car?"

Sun Tianran was about to say more when he heard the sound of the car door opening. He turned his head and saw Xia Liang slowly walking toward the woman on the crosswalk. To his shock, Xia Liang was smiling.

"Chu Lingmu? What are you doing in Jinling?"

The person who was almost hit by the car was none other than Chu Lingmu, who had treated Xia Liang to a meal before.

"I live in Jinling. I only went to Qingyun City on business. I never expected to meet you here," she said. "You know, someone just called you a fraud!" As she said the last word, Chu Lingmu stressed her tone and glanced in Sun Tianran’s direction.

At this, Sun Tianran stood frozen, his face ashen. Only two words echoed in his mind.

It’s over. It’s all over.

Not only had he failed to win Xia Liang’s favor, but he had also nearly run over his friend. He was completely and utterly doomed.

And Xia Liang just glanced at Sun Tianran, nonchalantly saying one thing.

That very evening, a piece of news completely rocked the upper echelons of Jinling. Yuan Daozi, who had been famous in Jinling for decades, had died a gruesome death. His true identity, it turned out, was that of a murderer. Furthermore, the Jinling Daoist Association was disbanded in a single day. Everyone with close ties to the association, especially government officials, was to be investigated. Many who hadn’t attended the association’s events wondered what could have happened to make an organization so deeply rooted in Jinling suddenly collapse. It wasn’t long before an insider leaked the details. Someone had seen the Daoist Association send an invitation to Xia Liang the day before, supposedly to deal with him. The very next day, Yuan Daozi was dead and the association was dissolved. There had to be a connection.

"Forget about the project," Xia Liang had told the terrified driver. "Go check out the Jinling Grand Hotel. There’s a surprise for you."

With that, Xia Liang left with Chu Lingmu, leaving the ashen-faced Sun Tianran behind.