Chapter 75: When the Second-Generation Nouveau Riche Meets the First-Generation Nouveau Riche

"Oh?" Sister Mu was astonished by her chest-thumping guarantee: "Let's hear it." "I’ve inquired; the regulations in the tobacco and alcohol industry are two parts truth and eight parts fake. For the confiscated fake tobacco and alcohol, I plan..." Su Ziceng muttered into Sister Mu’s ear. Sister Mu was skeptical but still reluctantly nodded. However, in the end, she said, "I can put up some money, but you’ve seen my legs and feet; I can’t manage everything. If you really want to open a wine shop, you’ll still need to clean up that dust-covered sign. Besides that, you’ll need to find someone who knows wine to hold down the fort." Many people drink, and folks like Sister Mu and Su Ziceng are among them. Although one’s alcohol tolerance can be trained, understanding wine is another matter. A taster’s taste buds are like a trained perfumer’s nose; there’s also a matter of innate talent. On the way back, Su Ziceng reflected again on Sister Mu’s words. Pello seemed like someone who understood wine. After the incident in the equestrian class, Su Ziceng really couldn’t face working with him; moreover, he was already the face of Kelly Women’s College, and she wouldn’t dare to poach from Kelly Women’s College. Just when the startup funds issue was resolved, a series of other problems arose. As an experienced person, Sister Mu’s parting words still echoed in her ears: "Understand an industry, work in an industry, master an industry. I’ve been in the garment industry for decades, fell in it, and rose up again in it. I can offer one million as your startup fund, but the condition is that you must find a suitable co-operator." The taxi passed the Mountain Ring Road and was heading toward the high education district. It was late already, past midnight. On the mountain road, a winding ascent displayed a long line of lights, and tree shadows flitted past. Su Ziceng opened the car window, letting the breeze brush her face. The sound of the wind immediately disappeared, replaced by the roar of a heavy engine from behind the vehicle, zooming past. At midnight, people usually feel a bit off. The effects of alcohol on Su Ziceng had just worn off, making her alert, but the taxi driver wasn’t so lucky. One second earlier, the driver was steadily gripping the steering wheel. The next second, he frantically turned the steering wheel, and the car emitted a crashing sound as if it had hit a tree. In the back seat, Su Ziceng was jolted forward by inertia, slamming her forehead into the back of the front seat, instantly seeing stars, and her stomach violently churned. The smell of gasoline and burning filled the air. The taxi driver frantically turned the steering wheel hard, the brakes screeching terribly. Su Ziceng’s face turned ghastlier than a ghost’s. After steadying her overwhelmed panic, she pushed the car door open, ready to confront the vehicle that had come up from behind. After her stomach had churned, Su Ziceng’s mouth also erupted with filthy words, as if the silver sports car had transformed into the Chang’s mother and daughter. The taxi driver in the front seat was the first to clearly see the logo on the sports car. He paled, looking at the jumping and furious female client in front of him, not daring to step forward to assist. A man and woman came forward from the front, and hearing that coquettish female voice, Su Ziceng felt it sounded somewhat familiar. Her gaze followed the glaring headlights, and the face, still wearing makeup in the middle of the night, wasn’t exactly Xuan Yv, known for her "few days of acquaintance and a proper look." Xuan Yv had clearly become the "Desire Girl"; a few months ago, she was with Hang Yishao, and on such a dark and windy night, she was accompanied by someone driving a sports car. Before Su Ziceng had time to think about these, the taxi driver behind her finally mustered enough courage to open the car door, but just as he got out and saw the front bumper of the sports car knocked off, he "thudded" down to the ground. The sports car wasn’t actually wrecked by the taxi; more precisely, it was because the sports car swerved to avoid the taxi and crashed into the mountain wall. "Oh no, it’s all messed up," Xuan Yv exclaimed dramatically. On a closer look, she recognized Su Ziceng. "It’s you again. Aren’t you the cashier from ‘Admiration’?" Truly, seeing a ghost, nothing good happens when I run into you." After she spoke, she seemed to have forgotten something. The man who had been hiding behind the car was dressed in black; his expression turned gloomy upon seeing the wrecked car. Indistinctly, Su Ziceng could see the car owner, who appeared to be in his thirties. At that moment, deep wrinkles furrowed between his brows, a hawk nose with sunglasses, and a long slanting scar ran from the middle of his face down to his chin. In the pitch darkness, still wearing glasses—what a strange character. Seeing this face made Su Ziceng involuntarily step back, puzzled by the miserable expression of the driver behind him. She then looked in the direction the driver had been focusing on, finally understanding why the taxi driver was in such a state. "Aston Martin One?" Su Ziceng also felt a headache coming on. "Are you all blind?" Xuan Yv, loving chaos, clacked about in her five-inch heels next to the man. "Brother Shang, look, these people not only wrecked your car but also made someone’s heart skip beats out of fright." It wasn’t clear whether she was talking about compensating for the car or for the wolf liver hidden behind her overly developed "pectorals." "A new car?" Su Ziceng looked at the recently mounted license plate, Aston Martin One④, a new model, just released last week, a global limited edition. The taxi driver was really unlucky to encounter such a car. Worth tens of millions, no insurance company in the entire Z country would dare to cover it. "What did you say?" Seeing the man remain silent, Xuan Yv stirred up more trouble: "Now you’re questioning Brother Shang? Don’t you see how much this car costs? Even selling you both wouldn’t cover it." "There probably isn’t any company willing to cover this type of car insurance, is there? If there’s trouble, we call the police. We’ll immediately phone the traffic police to handle this." Su Ziceng signaled to the frantically waving driver beside her, "We can’t afford to compensate, and we didn’t intend to. When the police arrive, I’d like this gentleman who had been drinking to explain why his car was going over 200 km/h on the Mountain Ring Road, where the speed limit is 60 km/h." The mountain wind rolled up along the road, forming a man-made tornado on the mountain road. The man with sunglasses slowly walked out of the darkness, removing the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.