Car-hailing Driver: Rewards from Complaints-Chapter 322 - 179: Twins—One Paints, One Writes Poetry
(The plot of the previous two Chapters was poorly written, where the protagonist willingly got beaten to frame Li Baoqing and also gave Li Baoqing a way out. After sleeping on it, I felt it was too low-class, so I modified the plot; the protagonist is ambushed, the conflict escalates, and the protagonist leaves no retreat for Li Baoqing. Those who’ve already subscribed, please refresh and see the revised plot. Sorry.)
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Zhang Xiang and Li Baoqing’s lawyer met, and both sides signed a settlement agreement.
Afterward, Li Baoqing and his wife hastily proceeded as required.
First, they sold their shares to those four institutions and Yang Chen, then donated all their assets to the Red Cross Society.
After sorting things out, the family hurriedly returned to their rural hometown in the Northwest.
They were afraid that one day Yang Chen might be unhappy again and remember this matter, ordering the Shield Security Group’s overseas mercenary division to come over and kill their whole family in a fit of anger.
Just then, Qiu Yuhong finished dealing with the mercenary situation in the United States and returned.
After getting off the plane, he went directly to Longmei Hospital to see Yang Chen.
Qiu Yuhong: "Mr. Yang, how are you feeling now?"
Yang Chen replied with a smile: "I’ve been fine for a while. I’m staying because I feel comfortable here, so I haven’t been discharged."
Qiu Yuhong: "Haha... it’s good that Mr. Yang is fine. What about Li Baoqing, how should we handle him? I heard they’ve gone back to their rural hometown in the Northwest; should we send someone to deal with them?"
Yang Chen: "Forget it. We’ve become so hostile, if anything happens to them now, even a fool would know it’s me; there’s no need to create trouble. As long as they honestly farm in their countryside from now on, I won’t pursue it. If they ever want to leave the rural hometown, then you take care of them for me. I want them to stay in that sparsely populated village for generations!"
Qiu Yuhong: "Understood! Also, things have been taken care of in the United States, the killer was taken out by our people, and I provided a settlement fund to the families of the mercenaries who died or were injured from the overseas division account. Everything is now taken care of. A total of 1 million US dollars was spent, do you find it acceptable?"
Yang Chen: "Haha... I trust Chairman Qiu’s abilities. It’s been hard work, so take a rest soon. I’ll be discharged and heading home tomorrow; I’ve been idle for many days, and tomorrow I’ll need to work hard and bring in more clients." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Qiu Yuhong thought with admiration, "This is the enlightenment and patience of a big shot; if it were me, I wouldn’t be able to still run a ride-hailing service with so much money."
He doesn’t know that everything Yang Chen has now was earned from running a ride-hailing service.
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On Sunday, Yang Chen got up early to pick up passengers.
Having laid in Longmei Hospital these days, he hadn’t picked up passengers for many days; he needed to be diligent, that’s how wealth is accumulated.
Around ten o’clock, Yang Chen picked up a passenger going from Hai City Academy of Fine Arts to the city museum.
This girl clearly came from a scholarly family, exuding a kind of bookishness, with elegance in every gesture.
She was also wearing a slightly Republic of China style student outfit, which was quite eye-catching.
Egg-shaped face, high nose bridge, big eyes, she felt like a masterpiece drawn by an artist, as if her mother gave birth following that depiction.
How pretty was she?
Pretty enough that Yang Chen felt other girls like Wang Qian Ni should be deducted 1 or 2 points, because she heightened Yang Chen’s aesthetic standards.
Yang Chen: "Are you the passenger with the ending number 2513?"
Female passenger: "Yes! Driver, please drive fast, I have to go to the museum to see the exhibition; I’m afraid I won’t make it."
Yang Chen: "Alright! Buckle up your seatbelt, I’ll do my best to hurry!"
After a while, the female passenger received a phone call.
Female passenger: "Hello, Xiaoling, have you arrived? What? It’s almost over? Driver, please hurry, the exhibition is about to end. I’m begging you."
Yang Chen: "Alright, alright, I’ve already accelerated, don’t you feel it?"
Female passenger: "Not fast enough! Faster, I want to feel like I’m flying!"
Isn’t that your boyfriend’s job?
Why are you making things difficult for a ride-hailing driver like me?
Yang Chen was already going over fifty, going faster might get him caught.
Yang Chen: "Alright, I’ll do my best. If this exhibition is so important, why didn’t you leave earlier?"
Female passenger: "Ugh... don’t mention it, I wasn’t planning to go at first. But my friend said she saw four paintings at the exhibition that were especially good, each themed around the four seasons—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—depicting the essence of four ancient poems, with particularly high quality. That’s why I decided to take a look. For paintings of this caliber, there might just be this one chance to see them. So driver, please hurry, don’t miss it."
Her description sounded so familiar to Yang Chen.
Yes, familiar, not in the sense of hearing but seeing.
"Could these be the four paintings I did?" Yang Chen wondered inside.
Soon, they arrived at the city museum.
Wanting to see if those four paintings were really his, Yang Chen quickly found a parking spot and went in for a look.
Upon entering the exhibition hall, Yang Chen saw many people crowding together to view the paintings, so he hurried over for a look too.
Indeed, the four paintings Yang Chen sold to Xue Yinong were on display here.
"This Mr. Jinghu is truly incredible, these four paintings seem alive through his work. I feel like I’m a person in the painting, with an immersive experience."
"It’s no exaggeration, among modern painters, I haven’t seen artwork of such a high caliber. If he lived in ancient times, these paintings would definitely be exquisite pieces passed down through generations, selling for millions, even billions isn’t impossible!"
