C22 – Warehouse
Who in their right mind would use a six-million-yuan Lamborghini as a farm vehicle?
For most, it’s a showpiece, a trophy to be displayed at home and driven only on rare occasions.New novel chapters are published on
But not for Zhao Yuegu—he put it to work on the farm!
Why would he buy a Lamborghini without a second thought? The answer is surprisingly simple.
Lamborghinis were originally tractors, and when it comes to off-roading, tractors are king.
Unfortunately, Zhao Yuegu couldn’t just buy a tractor—diesel fuel was nowhere to be found in the village.
“It’s great. The car’s spacious and holds a lot.”
Zhao Yuegu was genuinely pleased with the car’s hauling capacity.
Sun Ying, on the other hand, could hardly believe her ears.
Doesn’t he realize how much it costs?
Zhao Yuegu then headed straight to Zeffari County’s finest mall for a major shopping spree.
Xueman had suffered enough over the years; it was time to treat her to some finer things.
And of course, there were gifts for Ma Yabei and the villagers.
Sun Ying’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
This wasn’t shopping; it was more like stocking up!
Items worth thousands, even tens of thousands, were bagged without a blink.
“I thought I came from a wealthy family, but next to him, I’m just a country bumpkin.”
Tears streamed down Sun Ying’s face.
Even as the car neared its limit, Zhao Yuegu felt his shopping itch wasn’t quite scratched.
“I haven’t even spent three million yuan.”
“I was hoping to get a taste of what it feels like to splurge...”
Sun Ying felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown.
Luckily, Zhao Yuegu, acknowledging her help, casually gifted her a mint blue Chanel bag worth over 30,000 RMB.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Sun Ying cried tears of joy.
“My own brother wouldn’t even buy me this bag.”
“From now on, you’re my brother.”
Women love bags, and Sun Ying was no exception.
“Consider it a perk of being my driver.”
“Thanks, boss. What’s our next stop?”
“Back to the hotel.”
“Boss... I’m not that kind of person.”
Sun Ying hastily pushed the bag back at him.
“What are you thinking? We’re going to unload, then head back out for more shopping.”
“Boss, Zeffari County refuses to fund the road construction.”
“Even at cost, it’s over a hundred million yuan, just for a remote little village. It’s simply not justifiable.”
“Alright, I’ll return to the company tomorrow.”
Zhao Yuegu looked over and saw a woman in her late twenties, dressed in a sharp business suit, her expression one of frustration.
She had lost all appetite.
Zhao Yuegu’s desire to eat vanished as well. He set down his utensils and approached her.
He couldn’t afford to miss any chance to build that road.
Dong Qingqing was in distress.
Everbreach Construction, a leading firm in Strathmore Province for over fifty years, hadn’t landed a project in ages due to the pandemic.
So when the villagers of Walden expressed their wishes, the company jumped at the chance to negotiate, not for profit but to leverage the clout of influencer Mr. Watermelon for some publicity.
And, of course, it was also a chance to do some good.
However...
It wasn’t until they arrived in Zeffari County for discussions that they truly grasped the project’s challenges.
Everbreach Construction Company had initially considered making a direct donation.
But upon hearing the estimated costs...
Everyone withdrew.
Naturally, they weren’t the only ones to retreat.
It just so happened...
Her phone call was overheard by Zhao Yuegu.
Opportunities like this are once in a century.
“You’re talking about the road to Walden Village, right?”
“I’m willing to fund its construction.”
“Can you really fix it?”
There was a noticeable tremor in Zhao Yuegu’s voice.
He was terrified that his hopes would be dashed.
“That road is too costly, and there’s no justification for building it.”
Dong Qingqing expressed the company’s final verdict with evident irritation.
But as she looked up, she was taken aback.
Incredibly handsome!
How could there be such an attractive man here?
His attire was simple, yet his clear eyes held a hint of wildness.
It was enough to make one irresistibly curious about his story.
However, Dong Qingqing quickly regained her composure.
“Mr. Watermelon?”