Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Lu Xiaobu glanced at the cola recipe in his hand, somewhat dumbfounded: "Is it really this simple?"
However, he quickly figured it out.
This thing is actually similar to going to school. During elementary school, you always feel the formulas and laws are strange and magical, but when the detailed description of those things is placed before your eyes, you would think—holy shit, so that’s how it is!
"Young Master, the car has been bought," Liang Lan came back and said at this moment.
"Oh! Ah?" Lu Xiaobu first responded, then his mouth twitched: "Sister Lan, are you sure you bought the car?"
"Of course, exactly as Young Master requested," Liang Lan said.
"Um... how much did you spend?" Lu Xiaobu asked.
"Five million."
"How much is the car worth?"
"Around ten million."
"So?"
"Oh, those dealers didn’t dare to take money, in the end, it was paid at half of the cost price. Saved a large sum indeed."
Liang Lan said somewhat excitedly—it’s not like buying snacks from a small shop, where a slight discount involves tens of thousands, or even millions of dollars.
These guys are really scared of Young Master Bu, they’re essentially paying for peace of mind.
Young Master Bu is so formidable!
"Okay, that explains it."
Lu Xiaobu said helplessly.
Squander amount: Negative five million!
Just buying a car and actually earning five million, seriously!
Although saving money also makes me a bit happy, it doesn’t feel thrilling like squandering.
"What’s wrong, Young Master?" Liang Lan was startled: "Did I do something wrong?"
"It’s nothing, it has nothing to do with you." Lu Xiaobu waved his hand: "Let’s go, let’s check out the new bar we acquired!"
If you can’t squander on the car, then you’ll have to make it up at the bar!
"Yes, Young Master." Zhang Meng said: "But, should we drive the car back first? With so many cars, we can’t possibly drive them."
"That’s true, huh..." Lu Xiaobu frowned.
"Young Master, I’m back." At that moment, Li Jin came running over and said to Lu Xiaobu: "Mission Perfectly accomplished, the scrap metal has been sold."
"Oh, that’s perfect. Li Jin, you figure out a way to get the cars back, we’ll go check out the bar." Lu Xiaobu lit up immediately.
"I... As you command!"
Li Jin wanted to cry.
Young Master, you can’t do this to me, involving me in big deals but only to manage cars?
After smashing cars then selling cars, and now after selling, driving them.
By the time I get these cars back, you’ll probably be ready to go home and sleep!
I want to follow by your side too!
The corner of Zhang Meng’s mouth twitched slightly, and his face showed a smile as he came over and patted Li Jin’s shoulder, saying seriously: "Do well, you’ll have a bright future."
"Instructor, I must say this. I discovered something just now." Li Jin said with a bitter smile: "You’ve gone bad, you’ve really gone bad!"
"Hmm, people are always changing," Zhang Meng shook his head...
And then...
"Young Master, do you want to buy anything else? Li Jin said these cars, for him, it’s a matter of minutes."
"Oh, then buy a bus, and retrofit the inside, put in beds, a refrigerator, and such, make it more comfortable." Lu Xiaobu said casually.
"You heard him." Zhang Meng shrugged his shoulders, holding back laughter as he turned to leave!
"I... you... Instructor, you, jerk!"
Li Jin wanted to cry—not like this!
Now, even when the Young Master is asleep, I won’t be able to return.
He really wanted to sing a song right now.
Little white cabbage, turning yellow in the field, two or three years old, without a mother...
...
Lu Xiaobu let Zhang Meng drive the fastest car, but they were leisurely and unhurried on their way to the bar called "Night Intoxication."
Caught in the evening rush hour and stuck in traffic, the group wasn’t in a hurry, except for Zhang Meng who was driving. The other three started playing the card game "Fight the Landlord."
"Heehee, Young Master, you’ve lost again."
Liang Lan covered her mouth and chuckled while looking at Lu Xiaobu, whose face was covered in sticky notes.
"Again."
Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes and continued the battle.
"That’s right, another round."
Wu Qianmin, similarly plastered in sticky notes, was also indignant.
Sister Lan’s calculating ability was too strong; the two of them combined were no match for her.
Screech—
At this moment, a sharp and piercing sound suddenly erupted, and everyone quickly turned their heads.
Zhang Meng was the first to get out of the car.
He immediately discovered a deep scratch on the door of his brand-new car!
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."
A middle-aged man with graying hair and covered in sweat—Xu Bin—said with a face full of shock and urgency.
The surrounding drivers, all stuck here with nothing to do, began to gather around to watch the excitement.
"It’s over, this is the Raging Horse X9, isn’t it? I saw this car at the car show, it’s worth like 2.8 million, right?"
"By my estimate, that scratch is going to cost at least twenty thousand."
"Twenty thousand? No, more like fifty thousand."
"Pitiful, we’re all stuck in traffic, the guy wasn’t even moving. Tell me, why is someone riding a tricycle in such a hurry?"
"..."
Hearing the drivers’ comments around him, Xu Bin became even more terrified: "Sorry, so sorry, I’m very sorry!"
He kept apologizing while mounting his tricycle, looking like he was about to flee.
"Stop right there." Zhang Meng frowned, reached out, and pulled Xu Bin back: "Is what you’re doing right?"
He was poor himself, he knew that for the average person this kind of expense was unacceptable.
But while one may be poor, their spirit should not be; he couldn’t accept this behavior of making a mistake and then trying to run away.
"Let go, let go of me, I don’t have money, I can’t stay here!"
Xu Bin suddenly began to struggle desperately, shouting with fear and urgency.
Zhang Meng got angry: "What’s wrong with you..."
"Zhang Meng." Lu Xiaobu rolled down the car window, his face covered in sticky notes, almost unrecognizable. He leaned out and spoke to Xu Bin: "I understand you don’t have money. We can let the traffic police handle this, and if it’s deemed my full responsibility, that’s fine. I’m not short on money. But what do you mean you can’t stay? Is there an emergency?"
Hearing Lu Xiaobu’s words, the surrounding drivers all showed friendly smiles.
Some even gave a thumbs up directly to Lu Xiaobu!
"This guy is alright."
"If they compensate, it’s their duty; if they don’t, it’s their kindness."
"Yeah, driving a luxury car and still being so kind-hearted, even if taping that strip, looks pretty funny."
"..."
"I... my... my son is dying! I beg you, please let me go. I need to get treatment for my son. If my son survives, I’ll repay you however I can!"
Tears suddenly streamed down Xu Bin’s face, and he knelt on the ground with a thump!
"What? Zhang Meng!" Lu Xiaobu’s expression stiffened.
Zhang Meng reacted as well, quickly opening the tricycle’s cargo compartment.
"Young Master, it’s bad—the kid really is in critical condition! We must get to a hospital immediately!"
Zhang Meng exclaimed in shock as he carried out a child whose complexion was turning purple.
"My son! Son! Why is it getting worse?! No, I have to leave right now!" Seeing the color of his son’s face, Xu Bin cried out in fear.
"Zhang Meng, bring the child up, drive, to the hospital!" Lu Xiaobu didn’t waste time with words, issuing the order immediately.
"Yes!"
Zhang Meng immediately followed the command, but his heart warmed, the Young Master was as kind as ever.
At this moment, an even more heartwarming scene unfolded at the site.