I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 627 - 449
"Director Wu, after all I’ve said, you still don’t believe me?"
"How am I supposed to trust you? I’ve been waiting at Ninth Pier for half an hour and haven’t seen a single soul. I was a fool to believe you. My son could never be a hoodlum."
When he finished speaking, Xia Liang was silent for several seconds on the other end of the line. Director Wu assumed he was about to confess that it had all been a lie.
But two seconds later, Xia Liang spoke.
"Director Wu, I’m a big fan of your movies, which is why I chose to help you. If you don’t believe me, you can turn around and go back right now."
Hearing Xia Liang’s words, Director Wu was stunned. His tone was so resolute; it didn’t sound like he was joking at all.
And he isn’t even afraid of me leaving.
But he simply couldn’t believe his son was the person Xia Liang described.
Since you’re telling me to go, then I’ll go.
As Director Wu was about to reply, he heard Xia Liang suddenly say a string of numbers.
"9931."
Stunned, Director Wu didn’t even have a chance to ask what the numbers meant before Xia Liang spoke again. His tone remained perfectly calm, without a ripple. Before Director Wu could even clearly process the words, Xia Liang hung up, giving him no time to react.
Director Wu was dumbfounded, unsure what Xia Liang meant. Assuming he was still being toyed with, he started the engine, ready to leave the pier in a fury. He flicked on the radio, but it only emitted a crackling static; the signal was clearly poor.
He reached over to change the channel but then had a second thought. Instead, he gave the radio a firm slap without turning the dial. A moment later, a voice crackled to life.
"Welcome to Xiangjiang Radio Station, 9931. Our channel’s signal is poor today, so not many people can tune in. If you’re listening, you’re quite lucky."
Director Wu didn’t hear the rest of the announcement. As soon as the number "9931" registered, his brow furrowed, recalling the number Xia Liang had just uttered.
Could his words have been referring to this? But how could he have known I’d listen to this station? I was about to change it just now.
He twisted the radio dial up and down; all the other channels were perfectly clear. This meant that if his train of thought had been just slightly different—if he hadn’t slapped the radio—he wouldn’t have tuned into this station. And yet, Xia Liang had seemingly calculated it all.
His foot hovered over the accelerator, his hands on the steering wheel. The thought that this must be a coincidence shook Director Wu, but his conviction was already wavering. In the end, he switched off the engine and continued to wait.
Still, he muttered to himself, It has to be a coincidence. I’m not even sure if the number he said was 9931; I could have misheard. It must be a coincidence. How could someone who lied about my son being a hoodlum possibly have the ability to predict my every move?
After sitting in the car for a few more minutes, Director Wu was again convinced Xia Liang was just messing with him. He didn’t hesitate any longer and prepared to start the car.
Just then, in the distance, a group of strangely dressed hoodlums roared up to the edge of South Bay Pier on their motorcycles.
The group didn’t notice Director Wu’s car, hidden in the shadows nearby. Seeing them, a chill went down his spine. He clenched his fists, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the youths.
Please don’t let me see that familiar face.
After scanning the group several times, he was finally certain his son wasn’t among them. Director Wu let out a sigh of relief, not realizing his entire back was soaked in cold sweat.
Just as he was about to drive away quietly, another motorcycle approached from the distance, this one even more extravagantly designed. The rider was a teenager with bright red hair and a pair of nunchucks tucked into his belt. His whole appearance was bizarre.
Seeing this figure, Director Wu’s expression turned incredibly sour.
The boy got off his motorcycle and started yelling at the others. "Damn it! Where are those guys? We were supposed to have a fight! Did they all run off?"
It seemed the purpose of their gathering tonight was to brawl with another gang.
The leader of these young thugs was none other than Director Wu’s son, Wu Jiasheng. Director Wu recognized him the instant he saw him.
ROAR!
Without another moment’s hesitation, Director Wu started the engine, flicked on the high beams, and flooded the distant group with brilliant light. His face turned grim.
"Who the hell turned on the lights? Don’t you know who we are?" one of the clueless youths shouted, cursing without even seeing who had arrived.
Only Wu Jiasheng’s face went instantly pale.
He had recognized the car’s license plate at first glance.
While the others were still cursing, with some even looking ready to fight, they soon noticed something was wrong with Wu Jiasheng and gradually fell silent.
