Chapter 261 Not Convinced?
The driver, who had been silently driving the whole time, suddenly burst out with a curse. After checking that Su Yuanshan and the others were unharmed, he flung open the door and stormed toward the car behind them.
Being rear-ended was certainly better than hitting someone, but Su Yuanshan was still badly shaken — the sudden jolt was terrifying.
He pressed his lips together, ensured no one was passing on the right, then opened his door.
The car that had rear-ended them was a Mercedes 600 — no, not just one, but two of them.
The license plates read "Min D," and the numbers were extremely auspicious, suggesting that the owners were no ordinary people.
Upon seeing the two Mercedes, Su Yuanshan's brows furrowed instinctively.
He had originally planned to head straight into the stadium.
At that moment, the driver of the car behind them got out, looking aggressive.
"What the hell? How are you driving?"
"You rear-ended me, and you're asking how I drive?"
Yuanxin's driver, Old Chen, was already fuming.
Of course, he recognized the Mercedes 600 and understood that a license plate like that meant the owner was somebody important.
But so what?
This was the Special Economic Zone.
His Santana 2000 might look modest, but the access permit on the windshield meant he could drive into government buildings anytime — anyone with half a brain should recognize that.
So he didn't back down.
"Watch your tone, brother."
"Don't make me laugh. You slammed on your brakes — you're clearly trying to mess with people,"
the other driver sneered.
"We're all experienced drivers. Who doesn't know this game? How much is your junk car even worth?"
As the two drivers confronted each other, several more men jumped out of the second Mercedes and charged over aggressively.
"What are you trying to do?"
"What are you trying to do?"
Seeing Su Yuanshan's face darkening, Jiang Qingchuan quickly exited the car and called out loudly,
"Old Chen, let it go."
By now, Old Chen was surrounded by several men, but he stood his ground.
As a veteran, he despised these arrogant thugs who broke the rules.
Spitting on the ground, he said coldly,
"Consider yourselves lucky."
That comment hit a nerve.
One of the men shoved him hard.
"Who the hell are you calling lucky?"
The situation was escalating — they were about to start swinging punches.
But unexpectedly...
Spectators began crowding around.
Especially a few ticket scalpers who had been hanging around —
They had already noticed this Santana 2000 earlier.
Now that trouble was brewing, several of these VCD factory workers pushed through the crowd and quickly separated the aggressors.
More and more Yuanxin employees, recognizing Jiang Qingchuan and the driver, began gathering around, encircling the troublemakers completely.
Finally, the window of the front Mercedes rolled down.
A young man in his early twenties yelled in Cantonese, ordering his men back.
He pushed open his door, got out from the side closest to the sidewalk, and strode toward Jiang Qingchuan.
...
Su Yuanshan sized up the young man, trying to guess his background.
"My name is Lai Wenfeng. It seems there's been a misunderstanding,"
the young man said.
Having listened from inside his car, he realized by now that Jiang Qingchuan was someone important —
There were too many factories in the SEZ, and even if someone drove a battered Santana, you couldn't just judge them at face value.
Especially in the SEZ, where outsiders like him knew better than to bully locals.
"No misunderstanding,"
Jiang Qingchuan said coldly, smiling faintly.
"It's simple. Your car hit mine, and you tried to bully us with numbers."
"We were just arguing — nobody actually laid a hand on anyone,"
Lai Wenfeng shrugged dismissively.
He glanced at the Mercedes' front bumper and the Santana's rear trunk.
"I'll give you twenty thousand for repairs. Should be enough, right?"
Jiang Qingchuan frowned.
This wasn't about the car — it was about the attitude.
If he and Su Yuanshan hadn't been present, hotheaded Old Chen would have already started fighting.
"You and your people apologize to my driver. I'll handle the car myself."
Lai Wenfeng was briefly stunned.
He stared at Jiang Qingchuan, then smirked.
"Apologize?
I was just sitting in the car doing nothing, and you want me to apologize?
Who the hell are you?
You think you're big?"
Su Yuanshan smiled slightly and said calmly,
"Mr. Lai, your first mistake was showing up here."
"What did you say?"
Lai Wenfeng narrowed his eyes.
"I said,"
Su Yuanshan folded his arms lazily,
"you and your uncle — Mr. Lai of Huayuan — made a mistake coming here."
Lai Wenfeng's face changed dramatically.
He had of course heard of Yuanxin —
As someone involved in "import/export" in Hong Kong, he even once considered doing business with Yuanxin, but Yuanxin had its own channels.
And supposedly, even Yuanxin's partners in Hong Kong were insiders.
"You're here for the concert, right?"
Su Yuanshan pressed.
Lai Wenfeng glared at him.
"If you're here for the concert, fine, you're welcome.
But don't think about playing any dirty tricks.
Yang Yingying is my sister-in-law.
If you so much as harass her..."
Su Yuanshan's face turned cold.
"I'll smash your car and break your legs."
Lai Wenfeng was stunned for a full three seconds before letting out a furious, almost mocking laugh.
"You dare threaten me?"
"Yes, I'm threatening you,"
Su Yuanshan replied with a half-smile.
"Not happy about it?"
"Sorry, but if you're not happy, too bad.
This is the Special Economic Zone."
Lai Wenfeng inhaled deeply and glanced around.
The police stationed near the stadium entrance were already heading their way.
His men were still surrounded by young factory workers, and it looked like a fight could break out at any moment.
With a fake smile, he said,
"Fine, fine, I'll remember you."
"Yuanxin is very impressive, huh?"
Su Yuanshan said indifferently,
"Yes, very impressive.
What, not convinced?"
"...Let's see just how impressive you really are!"
Lai Wenfeng spat through gritted teeth.
Su Yuanshan smiled even more calmly.
"Impressive beyond anything your ignorant brain can imagine."
"You son of a bitch, who are you calling ignorant?"
"You.
And your whole family,"
Su Yuanshan said casually.
"Did you even graduate from elementary school?"
"..."
Lai Wenfeng was breathing heavily, eyes bulging, fists clenched as if he were ready to attack.
But Su Yuanshan knew he wouldn't dare.
This guy wasn't just reckless —
he still had a shred of reason left.
Besides... he really wasn't that well-educated.
Back when he was chasing after Yang Yingying, he had desperately shown off with a bunch of fancy cars —
groveling and simping endlessly.
Today, Su Yuanshan wasn't about to give him a second chance.
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