Forcing Me to Be a Godly Tycoon, Right?

Hu Ling looked at Zhang Jingdong incredulously: "You... how is this possible? You’re bragging, aren’t you?"

Zhang Jingdong shook his head with a smile: "If you say I’m bragging, then consider it bragging. But you don’t look that old either, how many years have you been practicing driving?"

Hu Ling quickly recalled and then said, "I’ve been practicing for almost 3 years."

"Then you must be quite talented!"

Hu Ling was delighted to receive the compliment: "It’s alright, but in the end, I’m still a bit worse than you."

Zhang Jingdong seized the opportunity and asked, "Are you here to visit relatives at Song Yunshan’s classmate’s house?"

"Yes, my grandmother’s house is here."

"How long will you be staying here?"

"At least a week, I guess."

"Then leave me your phone number. We can discuss driving skills when we have free time."

Hu Ling didn’t suspect anything and she knew that discussing with a master like Zhang Jingdong would surely improve her driving skills significantly.

She nodded happily: "Sure."

Zhang Jingdong took out his cellphone once she agreed: "You say it."

Hu Ling was slightly surprised at how efficient Zhang Jingdong was, blushing a bit: "139...3382...XXXX."

"Congratulations, Host, you got the target’s contact information. Reward: 10,000 yuan."

"Alright, I’ve dialed your number."

Hu Ling then took out her cellphone and waved it at Zhang Jingdong: "It’s connected."

Zhang Jingdong immediately hung up, then smoothly turned to Song Yunshan: "Song Yunshan, which university are you at now?"

Song Yunshan paused for a moment, then replied: "Modu Finance and Economics University."

Zhang Jingdong nodded: "I’m at the West University in our province. Let’s exchange numbers, too. When I visit Shanghai, you can guide me around, and during winter and summer breaks, you can call me when you fly home to Jiangdu, then I can give you a lift home."

Song Yunshan saw the sincerity in Zhang Jingdong’s eyes; it seemed like normal interaction between high school classmates.

Besides, she was actually quite curious about Zhang Jingdong.

After all, as a freshman student, Zhang Jingdong not only went to a higher-tier university than hers but also could already afford to buy a Land Rover himself, indicating he was extraordinary.

She paused, then nodded: "Alright."

Zhang Jingdong was delighted: "You say it."

"135...7662...XXXX."

"Congratulations, Host, you got the target’s contact information. Reward: 10,000 yuan."

"Okay, I’ve dialed your number..."

Song Yunshan then took her cellphone out of her bag and waved it at Zhang Jingdong: "Connected."

Zhang Jingdong immediately hung up.

The two cars continued to drive side by side, chatting for a while longer.

Then they drove into the town.

Zhang Jingdong said: "My home is in the back street, I have to turn right at the intersection ahead. It was nice meeting you all today, let’s keep in touch."

Hu Ling, though a bit reluctant, happily responded: "Okay, let’s contact soon, goodbye!"

Zhang Jingdong nodded and waved at Song Yunshan: "Goodbye, old classmate."

Song Yunshan also waved at him: "Goodbye."

Zhang Jingdong gave her a deep look, then without hesitation, stepped on the gas and drove to Bright Street.

Though he returned to his hometown from 20 years ago, Zhang Jingdong easily made his way to the coal miner’s residence area.

When the black Land Rover entered the neighborhood, it quickly drew admiration.

The people in this neighborhood were mostly factory workers, earning just a few hundred yuan a month, and their means of transportation were generally bicycles and motorcycles.

This factory director only had an old Santana despite being at the top.

While this car was clearly much more expensive than the director’s Santana.

Many people followed the car with their eyes, some even trailing it for a while to figure out which family the car owner was related to.

Zhang Jingdong vaguely recognized a few of his father’s coworkers but purposely didn’t roll down the car window because he had completely forgotten who they were and how to greet them.

Soon, he arrived at Building 6.

He glanced at the entrance before getting out of the car.

And just then, a man and a woman emerged from the entrance.

They froze upon seeing Zhang Jingdong getting out of the luxury car.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jingdong also saw and recognized them.

The man was called Zhang Guangcai, the woman was Wang Yan,

They had a son named Wang Yuan, two years older than Zhang Jingdong, who had gotten into Fudan a few years ago.

Wang Yan had always liked to boast, particularly to Zhang Jingdong’s mother, Chen Huiqin.

Though Zhang Jingdong never understood why as a child, he realized later it was because his mother was much prettier than Wang Yan.

Wang Yan had an elder sister settled in Shanghai, who would frequently send her clothing and shoes from the city, and she had a son with excellent academic performance.

In Zhang Jingdong’s memory, Mrs. Wang would often dress extravagantly to visit his home and chat with his mom, starting with "Huiqin, isn’t my dress pretty?", "Huiqin, isn’t my lipstick nice and expensive?".

Or saying "Ah, my son messed up his final exam this semester; last time he ranked second in the entire school, but this time he only ranked third."

Part of why Zhang Jingdong studied hard in high school was to spite her; sadly, in his previous life, despite his efforts, he never managed to get into a university better than Fudan to avenge his mom.