Chapter 92: Chapter 91: Green-Haired Turtle
"Oh, my god! My dear Mr. Fang, the engine in this vehicle is a modified Bugatti quad-turbo W16. An engine like this has extrely high requirents for fuel quality. The most suitable is aviation fuel, but if that’s not available, it requires the highest quality 95-octane gasoline at a minimum."
At these words, Fang Chenyi didn’t have much of a reaction, but the gas station owner beside him was instantly struck dumb.
He glanced at the van, then at Gou Dan, and couldn’t help but mutter to himself:
"Av-aviation fuel? B-but we just... we just filled this car with regular 92-octane. Th-this..."
"Oh, my god, that explains it. Mr. Fang, I must inform you, for the batch of cars you ordered—aside from the Knight XV and the Unicat Terra Cross 59 all-terrain RV that require diesel—the rest all have extrely high fuel quality requirents. I’d recomnd you only refuel at major, well-known gas stations using the highest quality fuel. Otherwise, you’ll end up like this car, where a single repair could cost several hundred thousand."
When he heard the repair costs could be in the hundreds of thousands, the gas station owner was stunned. Isn’t this the definition of disaster striking out of the blue? He just runs a gas station; even with the little scams he pulls with the fuel, he doesn’t make several hundred thousand a month. Although it was impossible that all the bla would fall on him, even if he were half responsible, that would still be over a hundred thousand!
The owner was scared witless, but the young female attendant who had just rushed over was so frightened she burst into tears.
"WAAAH! I didn’t do it on purpose! I didn’t know this car needed 95! I thought it was just a van... Waaah, I can’t afford to pay for it..."
"H-h-hundreds of thousands?? Isn’t... isn’t this just a Wuling van? Buying a brand-new one wouldn’t even cost tens of thousands..."
Based on their conversation and the fact that the van had just taken nearly four thousand yuan worth of gas, the owner knew this was no ordinary vehicle, but he still clung to a sliver of hope. However, Gou Dan’s next words shattered that final hope completely.
"Oh, that was just my conservative estimate. Let’s hope none of the internal engine components were damaged. Otherwise, the cost could very well top a million."
Fang Chenyi, who had been standing to the side, was cursing internally. ’For fuck’s sake, I never thought this damn van would be so finicky.’ But on second thought, he couldn’t really bla the gas station. After all, he hadn’t known it needed premium fuel either.
He waved a hand at the crying attendant.
"Alright, alright, don’t cry. It’s not entirely your fault; I didn’t tell you what it needed, did I? Sigh... let’s just drop it. In the future, just rember to ask before you fill soone’s tank."
Hearing Fang Chenyi’s words, the young attendant looked as if she’d been granted a pardon, bowing and thanking him profusely.
Waving his hand with a sense of resignation, he turned to Gou Dan.
"Heh, looks like I’ll have to trouble you again, Gou Dan. Please arrange for soone to tow the van for repairs. And if you have a mont, would you mind giving
a ride ho?"
"Oh, how could this be trouble? It is my absolute honor."
With Gou Dan’s agreent, Fang Chenyi pulled open the door of the Wuling van himself. He was imdiately greeted by the sight of Er Gouzi and the little female dog engaged in so... *interesting activities* inside. The awkwardness was palpable for Fang Chenyi.
’What the hell? A minute ago, Er Gouzi was acting all reluctant. How’d he get so damn eager all of a sudden?’
...
A little over ten minutes later, Gou Dan’s Bentley, carrying Fang Chenyi and the two dogs, pulled up to the entrance of Villa Number Three.
Because he had to go deal with the Wuling van, Gou Dan didn’t linger and left imdiately.
Tucking a woven bag under his arm, Fang Chenyi strode toward the villa. Behind him, Er Gouzi and his new mate were using their mouths to drag two large bags of dog food inside.
He’d already wasted the better part of the day and hadn’t gotten any scavenging done. At this mont, Fang Chenyi had only one thought: he needed to get in a car and go collect scrap, fast.
RING RING RING...
Just as he pushed open the door to the villa’s garage, the phone in his pocket began to ring.
He pulled out his phone with a sigh of resignation, grumbling internally, ’When did my life get so busy?’
When he looked at the caller ID, Fang Chenyi froze. It read: ’Ninja Turtle’.
’Uh... looks like ever since I got the system, I completely forgot that I have a job. Well, isn’t this fucking awkward...’
Speaking of this "Ninja Turtle," a little background is necessary. The guy’s na was Zhao Yong, and he was the HR manager at Fang Chenyi’s company. His wife and the boss’s wife were biological sisters, which is precisely how he landed the position.
Of course, that official relationship wasn’t the full story. The real reason he’d earned the nickna "Ninja Turtle" was because his wife was having an affair with the boss—and a brazenly open one at that.
It was the kind of affair that everyone in the company knew about.
It was no exaggeration to say that sotis when his wife ca to the company to "visit" her "brother-in-law," Zhao Yong would even stand guard at the door for them.
After a mont of silent reflection, he answered the call. Before he could even speak, a man’s roar erupted from the other end of the line:
"Fang Chenyi, what the hell are you playing at?! You’ve skipped work for two days! You don’t want this job anymore? Your perfect attendance bonus for the month is gone, and I’m docking you an extra two hundred for each day you missed! And another thing, the boss says if you don’t want to work here, then fine! Pack your shit and co to accounting to collect your final pay!"
Without waiting for Fang Chenyi to reply, the person on the other end slamd the phone down.
Listening to the dial tone, Fang Chenyi fud. That Ninja Turtle was always throwing his weight around the office, banking on his "special relationship" with the boss. Instead of feeling any sha over his wife’s actions, he was actually incredibly smug about the whole situation.
None of his colleagues dared to provoke this cuckold because they all needed their jobs, which only made him more arrogant and domineering.
Truthfully, he had no intention of going back to work, call or no call. But while he didn’t need the wages anymore, it was still money he had earned through his own hard work. He’d rather spend it on dog food for Er Gouzi than let those people keep a cent of it.
With that thought, Fang Chenyi walked over and pulled open the door of the newest addition to his garage: the one-of-a-kind Bugatti hypercar.
He got in, fired up the engine, and stomped on the accelerator. The Bugatti let out a roar like a savage beast as he shot out of the garage and sped toward the small company where he had worked for so many years.
[To be continued...]
PS: My apologies, everyone. Today’s Chapter is a bit late!
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