Chapter 96: The bearing wealthy people should have

Just as Dad said, if the sky falls, Dad will hold it up.

He looked up at the man opposite.

At this moment, that man still had a fierce look, but his fear had been swept away by Dad's words, and he said jokingly: "Hey, buddy, you rear-ended me—I really didn't see that coming."

Xiao Yunzhe glanced at the spot where he'd been rear-ended; it wasn't serious, just a slight scrape.

"Hehe, brother, sorry!" Zhu Luo said apologetically: "I just didn't notice; it's entirely my fault."

Seeing the other's attitude was pretty good, Xiao Yunzhe's heart also eased.

He had indeed been over-worried; although this guy was driving a supercar, he wasn't like the spoiled rich kids he imagined—if he'd run into someone like Wen Dongyu, a jerk, it would have been terrible, who knows how it would have turned out.

Many wealthy families' young masters are indeed fairly well‑bred; any parent with a bit of sense who has some money will properly raise their children to inherit the business.

Only the Wen family could raise a pus‑filled lump like Wen Dongyu.

"Brother, I'm really sorry—I just took a call, wasn't looking, and by the time I reacted and hit the brakes it was already too late, so we collided. Sorry, I apologize; the responsibility is mine, I accept it." Zhu Luo said while reaching out to shake Xiao Yunzhe's hand.

Xiao Yunzhe and Zhu Luo shook hands; he smiled and replied: "No problem, it's not a big deal—just a light scrape, and you didn't do it on purpose."

"You're pretty easy to talk to," Zhu Luo said, seeing Xiao Yunzhe's response, and quickly added: "Sure, maybe you'll have to wait a few minutes; I'll have someone come over right away to check the damage, and I'll transfer the compensation to you immediately."

"No need for all that trouble—just a little scrape; I'll go touch up the paint at the shop later." Xiao Yunzhe waved his hand.

The more they talked, the more they hit it off, even feeling like old friends at first sight, and the conversation just flowed.

Because of the car, their talk turned to it: "Xiao brother, your Hennessey Venom is pretty nice; driving it turns heads."

At this point, each knew the other's name.

Xiao Yunzhe laughed and replied: "Mine's nothing special; Luo brother, your supercar is truly impressive—the world's number‑one Ferrari, the latest model, I've been following it; it's a global limited edition, I especially like it."

"When the rear‑end just happened, I was thinking, uh‑oh, if this were an unreasonable rich kid, this would be hard to settle—I never expected Luo brother to be such a cultivated person; quite a surprise, haha."

Although Xiao Yunzhe hadn't made friends in high society, he had also paid attention to that sort of thing.

A few days ago, while idly scrolling Weibo, I saw a post saying a Lincoln and a Maserati had collided; the two drivers got out, smiled at each other, shook hands, and that was that.

Afterward, they became good friends; both were in the business world and even started a project together.

When he saw that, Xiao Yunzhe thought, that's exactly the bearing wealthy people ought to have.

Who would have thought such a thing would actually happen to him?

Zhu Luo is also a generous sort; hearing Xiao Yunzhe say that, he simply tossed over the car keys: "Want to take a couple of laps?"

There was another person in Zhu Luo's car; he also got out and they got to know each other.

"Well..." Xiao Yunzhe hadn't expected Zhu Luo to be so generous; he glanced over in surprise, saw Zhu Luo give a firm nod, and without standing on ceremony, took the keys and got in the car.

Xiao Yunzhe tossed his car keys to Zhu Luo: "Let's swap cars."

"All right!" Zhu Luo laughed, took the keys, and got in.

Their cars had only been lightly scraped, which didn't affect driving; after they swapped, they drove forward for about ten minutes.

Finally, they pulled over in a relatively quiet suburban spot; Xiao Yunzhe got out happily and said: "Luo brother, your sports car is incredibly imposing—driving it really turns heads."

"Your car is pretty good too," Zhu Luo praised Xiao Yunzhe's vehicle without cease: "Your Hennessey Venom isn't just the newest model worldwide; it's also been specially modified, using top‑international‑grade parts."

"I even saw your name inside the car; that's something only a custom‑made version can do."

Xiao Yunzhe scratched his head embarrassedly and chuckled: "This car was a gift from my dad."

"Really? Your father really went to great lengths—he treats you too well; you're truly blessed, I'm jealous." Zhu Luo said with an envious look.

Afterward, they chatted casually for a while.

Zhu Luo is well‑read and perceptive; every time he chats with Xiao Yunzhe, he grasps the core of what Xiao Yunzhe says and then follows along, continuing the conversation.

In contrast, although Xiao Yunzhe has acknowledged his father Xiao Ming and gone from a poor kid to a present‑day young master, his circle of friends is still the same old bunch.

He drives a luxury sports car, but he can only go out cruising with his good buddy Shi He; in front of others he has to keep a low profile, otherwise he'd look like a nouveau riche.

At this moment, Zhu Luo's appearance gave Xiao Yunzhe a feeling of instant familiarity.

"Actually, nowadays many people in China can afford sports cars, and there are quite a few famous car clubs; it's interesting."

"Like the AM Club—no need to say more—it's a relatively famous car club, but in recent years it's clearly gone downhill; just having any sports car gets you in, so it's meaningless."

Zhu Luo scoffed disdainfully and continued: "I joined the JM Club; the JM Club is far superior to the AM Club, and its members' age ranges and other conditions are pretty much the same."

"Yun Zhe, why don't you also join my JM Club?"

"Sure!" Xiao Yunzhe replied happily.

He never imagined that just rear‑ending someone would lead to making a friend—how interesting that is.

"Besides, tonight I have to go to Jingyang Fu for a get‑together; it's all friends I know from the circle. Would you like to come along and play? It'd also be a chance to meet more people."

"I..." Xiao Yunzhe, at this point, had realized Zhu Luo's identity—this person is known as the Taiziye in high‑society car circles and has quite a few romantic escapades.

No matter what, he never imagined that one day he would meet someone he'd only ever seen in entertainment magazines or on Weibo.

Thinking of what Xiao Ming had said—let him make more friends to broaden his horizons—he agreed: "Sure, but I won't cause you trouble, will I?"