Chapter 6: I Never Said It Was My First Time Either

The next morning, Chen Yansen slept until he woke naturally.

When he pushed open his bedroom door and saw a stack of bills on the dining table, he couldn't help but break into a bright smile.

Old Chen was the type who talked tough but had a soft heart; when he'd come back last night, he'd brandished a leather belt, insisting on stir-frying him a plate of shredded pork.

But then Chen Yansen had shut him down with a single line: "If my mom were still alive, would you dare hit me?"

Chen Yansen was completely bullying an honest man, having pinpointed Old Chen's weak spot with surgical precision.

In the end, Chen Guobin dropped the belt and walked back to his room with a forlorn look.

"Sigh, introducing a wife to him—could I possibly have been wrong?"

Chen Yansen clicked his tongue, feeling a bit of frustrated disappointment in Old Chen.

"She's just my sister, sister says purple has such charm"

The phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang. Chen Yansen unhurriedly pulled it out, and the moment he pressed answer, Wang Zihao's furious voice came through the receiver.

"You damn Chen Yansen, you still haven't gotten up?"

Chen Yansen picked at his ear, then glanced at the wall clock—exactly nine-thirty.

"So what?"

Chen Yansen's tone was flat, his emotions perfectly steady.

"I've been waiting for you at Cross Street for half an hour already."

Wang Zihao bellowed, enunciating every word.

"Oh, so what about that?"

Chen Yansen's tone remained flat as he tucked the driving school tuition Old Chen had given him into his pocket.

"Didn't we say the usual place, usual time?"

Wang Zihao laughed despite his anger, and could only patiently explain.

"I did say the usual place, but I never said the usual time. I was originally planning to call you at ten—I didn't expect you'd show up at Cross Street at nine."

Chen Yansen said slowly.

"Ah! Is that how it was?"

Wang Zihao froze, desperately replaying yesterday's scene in his mind—and roughly, possibly, seemingly, Chen Yansen really hadn't set a meeting time with him.

So, he had wronged Chen Yansen?

Wang Zihao always felt something was off, but he wasn't the stubborn mule who refused to admit his mistakes, so he apologized generously: "Sen-ge, sorry about that! So when will you get here? I'll go buy you breakfast."

"Ten o'clock."

Chen Yansen let out a snicker and hung up the phone himself.

With his master-level time management skills, how could he possibly have forgotten this little detail? The reason for such maneuvering was simply to tell Wang Zihao that whether in business, the workplace, or romance, the only person you can trust is yourself.

As for whether the other party could grasp it, Chen Yansen didn't care at all—with his abilities, slowly cultivating a little fox wasn't hard.

In his previous life, there had also been a woman who, step by step, carefully taught him, which forged a Chen Yansen who "smiled and gathered all the flowers, singing lightly as he chased beauty."

By the time he ambled over to Cross Street, he spotted Wang Zihao from afar, squatting at the intersection, leaning against a bicycle, looking both excited and pained, with a deeply guilty air between his brows.

"Haozi, did you steal a person or steal money?"

Chen Yansen gripped the brake brake, teasing him playfully.

"Here, this is three thousand."

The moment Wang Zihao saw Chen Yansen, his face showed a look of immense relief. He sneakily pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it into his hand.

"What did you tell Uncle Wang?"

Chen Yansen took the money, stuffed it straight into his pocket, and asked casually.

"I told him I needed to take the driving test."

Wang Zihao shrugged and confessed obediently.

"Maybe this is what growing up means—back as a kid, I'd never have dared to lie for this much.

Before school starts, if you can't produce a driver's license, won't Uncle Wang beat you to death?"

Chen Yansen let out a scoff and teased Wang Zihao.

Wang Zihao's father had been a soldier, had seen combat, and his philosophy for raising his son mainly followed the principle of "no pain, no gain"—as long as he couldn't be beaten to death, he'd beat him within an inch of his life.

"Holy crap! Don't scare me, or I'll really go pay the driving school tuition."

Wang Zihao's body shuddered, and he gritted his teeth, insisting.

"Relax, I do business—I've never lost money in my life."

Chen Yansen patted his old buddy, beckoned him onto the bike, and blathered nonsensically.

"Oh, as long as you haven't lost money… my ass! Sen-ge, didn't you mean to say 'I've never lost money in my life'?"

Wang Zihao pedaled desperately to catch up and asked.

"We're childhood buddies—have you ever seen me do business?"

Chen Yansen shot him a look and asked with a smile.

"Holy crap!"

Wang Zihao was instantly dumbfounded, his mood tossed up and down by Chen Yansen, and images of his old man wielding a wooden stick kept flashing through his mind.

Bro, you can't toy with people like this!

Wang Zihao stared hard at Chen Yansen, couldn't read anything at all, then let out a long sigh and resignedly followed along.

When they passed the Construction Bank, Chen Yansen took the opportunity to activate online banking and deposited another hundred thousand Hua Yuan into the card.

Wang Zihao, following behind, saw this and the huge stone in his heart finally dropped—since Chen Yansen dared to put a hundred thousand on the line, what the hell did he have to fear.

His originally anxious heart settled in an instant, and he kept grinning foolishly.

"Let me sync you in—currently there are three suppliers I've negotiated with, but I'll only pick one in the end; it depends on the quality of the samples."

Chen Yansen walked out of the bank and said to Wang Zihao.

"When do we start selling?"

Wang Zihao had a impatient nature; upon hearing Chen Yansen's words, he immediately pressed further.

"No rush. Shortest it'll take is three or five days, longest seven or eight—first, let's sign up at the driving school."

Chen Yansen casually shoved the U-key into his backpack, then jumped into the car.

"But I don't have any money!"

Wang Zihao hadn't reacted yet, answering blankly.

"I'll cover this cost—who else would you call 'Brother Sen'?"

Chen Yansen said no more, speeding straight toward Tongfei Gate, heading for the outskirts to "Huang Daxiang Driving School."

"Brother Sen, you're really my real dad!"

Wang Zihao scurried after him, boldly shouting with a cheeky grin.

Though he still didn't fully understand why Chen Yansen went through all this trouble—when he could've just handed over three thousand yuan outright as his share—he could clearly feel that since the day before, his best friend had changed utterly.

At this moment, he firmly believed Chen Yansen could truly make him a fortune!

Fifteen minutes later, the two walked into the registration hall of "Huang Daxiang Driving School." The air-conditioning was strong; several middle-aged women sat together chatting.

"Excuse me, who do we see to register?"

Chen Yansen tapped the desk and called out loudly.

"C1 manual transmission: 2,500; C2 automatic transmission: 2,800. First fill out the form, then turn right outside to the finance office to pay."

One plump middle-aged woman sized them up, then expertly tossed two forms their way, all while reciting the training fees.

"Young Lady, could you lend me a pen?"

Chen Yansen leaned forward, smiling warmly, his tone softened slightly.

"You call me 'Young Lady'? That's a nice term. Little handsome guy, your mouth is sweet—want some water?"

The middle-aged woman blinked in surprise, then beamed with delight.

Clean-cut and seeming barely twenty, Chen Yansen wore a carefree grin, his direct gaze making her dare not look too long.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

Chen Yansen accepted the pen with a smile, feigning embarrassment.

"Not at all."

The middle-aged woman covered her mouth with a light laugh, quickly pulling two bottles of Binglu from the fridge and enthusiastically handing them to the two.

Soon after, Chen Yansen and the middle-aged woman exchanged questions and answers, quickly learning the general details of "Huang Daxiang Driving School"—such as which instructor had the highest pass rate, which had the best temper, which had the fewest students, and so on.

"Sister Zhang, we'll go pay first, then treat you to bubble tea later."

Chen Yansen finished filling out the forms and waved goodbye.

"Chen Yansen, you're too smooth to be doing this for the first time."

Wang Zihao, trailing behind, grumbled.

"Heh, I never said I was a first-timer."

Chen Yansen chuckled, slinging an arm around his best friend's neck, heading toward the finance office.

(End of Chapter)