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Bentley 4S store next to Huaihai Avenue in Jiangdong District.

Inside the spacious and bright exhibition hall, soothing piano music gently echoed.

The crisscrossing beams of overhead lights shone directly onto the polished marble floor tiles, making the displayed luxury cars gleam.

Fang Cheng sat in front of a set of genuine leather sofas, removed the cap from his pen, and signed his name on the last page of the car purchase contract.

"Mr. Fang, it's a pleasure to do business with you."

The sales manager sitting opposite him smiled broadly, handed back a copy of a document with both hands, then stood up and extended his right hand to Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng closed the pen cap, stood up, and shook hands with him:

"Thank you for your help, Manager Zhang."

"Not at all. You are a distinguished guest of Ms. Ning, so you are a distinguished guest of our store."

Manager Zhang glanced at Ning Yue standing to the side and said with a smile:
"If you need any maintenance for your car in the future, feel free to contact me anytime, and I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly for you."

Ning Yue smiled and replied:

"I trust Manager Zhang to handle things. From now on, you'll have to take extra care of my friend's car."

She was originally a staff member at a Land Rover 4S store, and her appearance at the Bentley showroom was not a job change.

Fang Cheng had planned to buy his mother a car for her to use.

A while ago, he asked Ning Yue for advice, to keep an eye out for car models with top-notch safety features that would suit the elders' tastes.

This morning, Ningyue called to say that a batch of Bentley cars had just arrived at the dealership, with excellent configurations in all aspects.

Fang Cheng happened to have some free time, so he came directly to look at the car.

Both stores belong to a large local car dealership group in Dongdu, which holds the dealership rights for several domestic luxury brands.

According to the group's internal rules, sales staff can bring customers from different brands. As long as a sale is made, they can still earn commissions from different stores. This is a standard practice that is tacitly approved by the manufacturer.

Ning Yue is well-connected in the car sales circle and has a close relationship with this Manager Zhang.

The Bentley Flying Spur I picked up today was originally priced at 2.6 million.

Ning Yue ran around doing everything, helping to negotiate prices, select options, and get free gifts, showing even more care than when selling cars from her own store.

The final transaction price was even nearly 300,000 yuan cheaper than the discounted price Fang Cheng had inquired about himself, and it came with a full set of original high-end configurations.

After signing the papers and completing the formalities, the three of them exchanged pleasantries as they walked out of the exhibition hall.

As soon as I stepped out of the glass revolving door, a gust of wind carrying the heat of summer hit me in the face.

At the bottom of the steps, a young man wearing a dark short-sleeved shirt quickly stepped forward to meet him.

He had a neat buzz cut, a tall and straight posture, and several old scars were faintly visible on his bare forearms, exuding an undeniable air of military service.

"President."

The young man walked up to Fang Cheng, stopped, bowed slightly, and greeted him respectfully.

Ning Yue stood to the side, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes upon hearing this address.

They assumed Fang Cheng had opened some kind of business association or company outside and didn't ask any further questions.

Fang Cheng glanced at the young man and casually called out:

"Xiaoyong, has the car been inspected?"

"I've seen them all."

The young man nodded and replied crisply:
"I just took some people for a test drive. The engine and chassis are fine, and the temporary license plate has been put on. It's parked in the VIP area in front."

Hearing that everything was settled, Fang Cheng turned to look at Manager Zhang:
"Manager Zhang, you've worked so hard today, please wait a moment."

"Mr. Fang, you're too kind. It's what I should do."

Manager Zhang replied with a smile, and accompanied the two to the VIP parking area before taking his leave.
"Mr. Fang, Ms. Ning, I won't see you off any further. I'll treat you to coffee another day."

As Manager Zhang turned and walked back into the showroom, Fang Cheng stopped and glanced at Ning Yue beside him.

She took half a day off today, dressed in a business suit, with a few beads of sweat still clinging to her forehead.

"Ning Yue".

Fang Cheng called out to her, reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick red envelope he had prepared beforehand, and handed it to her:

"Thank you for making this special trip today. I'm sorry to have kept you from going to work. Here, have a cup of tea."

Seeing this, Ning Yue quickly took a half step back and pushed the red envelope back with both hands.

"Fang Cheng, you're being too polite."

She shook her head repeatedly and resolutely refused.

“If it weren’t for your help in Jiajia’s case, curing her mental illness, our family would be in a terrible state of worry right now.”

"Now that life has returned to normal, I haven't figured out how to thank you yet, so how could I possibly accept your red envelope again?"

After refusing, she brushed a stray hair behind her ear and added with a smile:

"Besides, I get a commission from the group for acting as an intermediary and helping customers buy cars. I've already made a profit on this deal."

Seeing her resolute attitude, Fang Cheng stopped refusing and put the red envelope back in his pocket.

"Okay, then I won't stand on ceremony. Let's have a meal together sometime."

"You definitely have to eat, but it has to be on me."

Ning Yue smiled and said:
“My mother-in-law was saying a few days ago that she wanted to thank you properly and asked me to invite you to our home.”

Fang Cheng then asked, "How is your sister-in-law's condition recovering?"

"Her mental state is basically normal now, and she has been very stable lately without any further loss of control. However, she is still very weak, so I have told her to continue to rest at home for a while longer."

"It's normal to have a deficiency of qi and blood after recovering from a serious illness. Just eat more warm and nourishing foods to help regulate your body."

Fang Cheng gave a word of advice.

The two chatted for a few more minutes under the shade of the tree. Ning Yue glanced at her watch and then said goodbye.

She walked to the roadside, opened the door of a car, waved to Fang Cheng, and merged into the traffic to get back to work.

After watching Ning Yue leave, Fang Cheng turned and walked towards the VIP parking area.

A brand-new Bentley Flying Spur sat quietly in its parking space, its champagne-colored paint gleaming with an air of luxury in the sunlight.

Su Xiaoyong acted first, opening the back door and placing one hand on the edge of the roof:
"President, please."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and bent down to get into the car.

The car door closed gently, instantly shutting out the noise and heat of the outside world.

The engine started, and a deep, continuous roar faintly came from under the chassis.

The air conditioning vents immediately sent out cool air, quickly eliminating the stuffiness inside the car.

Su Xiaoyong shifted gears and drove the luxury sedan smoothly out of the 4S store.

Fang Cheng leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to press the adjustment button on the side of the seat, and adjusted himself into a comfortable sitting position.

The genuine leather seats offer excellent comfort, with the soft and delicate material closely conforming to the curves of the back.

The built-in comfort seating function is activated, with hidden airbags in the shoulders, thighs and waist inflating alternately, kneading the muscles with moderate force, and actively relieving fatigue during the journey.

His gaze swept across the carriage.

The natural wood grain trim complements the hand-stitched diamond-patterned leather, and a small in-car refrigerator is embedded behind the center armrest.

The screen on the center console is displaying a 3D surround view image, with real-time feedback of the external environment from four different high-definition cameras, leaving no blind spots.

Furthermore, this vehicle is equipped with a highly sensitive narrow-road assist system that can automatically avoid obstacles in narrow road sections.

The vehicle also features 10 hidden airbags, including front and rear side curtain airbags, making its safety features truly exceptional.

The air vibration filtering system on the chassis acts like a sound-absorbing sponge, effectively dissolving the bumps and undulations from the road surface.

As a top-tier luxury brand, Bentley's comfort and safety are almost at the industry's highest level.

Compared to other ostentatious supercars or luxury cars, the Bentley Flying Spur has a restrained and understated appearance, making it a top choice for many "old money" individuals. Aside from its high price, it perfectly meets Fang Cheng's needs for a car for his mother.

"President, shall we go to Old Factory Street now?"

Su Xiaoyong gripped the steering wheel with both hands, watching the road ahead, and asked a question.

"Ah."

Fang Cheng responded with a soft hum from his nose.

"okay."

Su Xiaoyong didn't say anything more and focused on driving.

He has excellent driving skills and drives the car very steadily; there is no noticeable shaking even when going over speed bumps.

Fang Cheng was quite satisfied with his new driver and bodyguard.

Su Xiaoyong is a new recruit to the Illuminati. He previously served in an elite special forces unit and was once the squad leader of a front-line elite squad.

After retiring from the military, he offended people because of his straightforward personality. He resigned from his government job and couldn't find a suitable job, feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.

Later, through the monkey's introduction, he joined the intelligence department of the Illuminati.

The professor personally checked his file; he came from an ordinary farming family and had an absolutely clean background.

Not only are they highly skilled in combat, but they are also quick-witted and perceptive.

By placing him near his mother, Fang Cheng was able to save himself a lot of worries.

The street scene outside the car window rushed past, and Fang Cheng turned his gaze to the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

Four days have passed since the bloody massacre of Black Shark organization members at Peace Farm.

Everything went as he expected, and things calmed down afterwards.

The special investigation team did not launch any investigation into the case.

As for the utopia hidden behind Black Shark, it disappeared completely like a kite with a broken string, never revealing a trace again.

Since the other party made no move, Fang Cheng stopped paying attention and simply remained vigilant and on guard.

His life has been unusually regular these past few days.

Aside from the unwavering daily training, he also went to work at the Special Search Team Sanatorium in Xishan as usual.

I occasionally go back to Jiuchang Street to check on the progress of the renovation of the tenement buildings, but most of the renovation work is handled by my mother, Li Biyun.

He spent the rest of his time handling affairs of the Illuminati and monitoring Li Jie's recovery.

Thinking of Li Jie, Fang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

That guy had his limbs broken by the ghost fox, and his injuries were quite serious.

Although he survived, he missed the critical 24-hour window for initial treatment and the best opportunity for bone setting.

Even though Li Jie's physical condition far exceeds that of ordinary people, according to conventional Western medical rehabilitation theory, an ordinary person would probably spend the rest of their life in a wheelchair.

But Fang Cheng has no intention of giving up.

He decided to use Li Jie as a ready-made experimental subject to further explore the effects of combining true qi with his own medical skills, which might produce a miraculous effect of breaking down the old and building up the new.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, and a faint light appeared on his retina, revealing a pale blue attribute panel.

He skillfully switched to the skills interface, his gaze moving down to one of the data points that had recently been upgraded:

【Massage lv1 (33/250)】

Recently, for some unknown reason, the number of patients admitted to Xishan Sanatorium has doubled.

My colleague Lin Yue is so tired every day that he has back pain and keeps complaining.

Fang Cheng, however, was relaxed and at ease. He never regarded this job as a means to make a living, but rather as a treasure trove for gaining skill experience.

Every patient cured brings tangible and concrete benefits in terms of experience.

Watching the skill bar numbers climb rapidly gave him a sense of accomplishment that kept him motivated every day.

At this rate of efficiency in treating and saving lives, in at most two months, his skills in bone setting, massage, and even acupressure are expected to break through bottlenecks and advance from beginner and expert levels to master level.

As I was pondering this, the car gradually slowed down.

"President, Yu Ying Private Elementary School is just two intersections ahead."

Su Xiaoyong glanced at the navigation and spoke up to remind him at the opportune moment:

"Would you like to pick up Miss Wen on your way?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng's thoughts were pulled back to reality.

Upon his reminder, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered that today was indeed the closing ceremony of Yuying Elementary School, and also the day that girl Wen Xin received her final exam report card.

"Let's go."

Fang Cheng gave the instructions.

"okay."

Su Xiaoyong responded, turned on the turn signal, and smoothly drove the Bentley into the left lane, heading towards the school.

A few minutes later.

The car came to a smooth stop beside the tree-lined road outside Yu Ying Private Primary School.

Sunlight filtered through the broad leaves of the plane trees on both sides, casting dappled, swaying spots of light on the champagne-colored car body.

At this time, the streets outside the school gate were already filled with all kinds of cars.

Many parents, holding parasols or waving flyers for summer activities, gathered outside the iron gate, eagerly awaiting their turn.

Fang Cheng sat in the back seat and raised his left hand to glance at his watch.

The pointer just crossed the 10:30 mark.

According to the school's tradition, the closing ceremony usually ends at this point.

The thought had barely formed when a crisp school bell rang throughout the campus.

The tightly closed electric sliding gate then slowly opened.

The once quiet campus seemed to be infused with fresh water, instantly becoming bustling with activity.

The cacophony of voices and laughter mingled together, flowing along the playground toward the school gate.

These elementary school students were like a flock of chirping sparrows returning to their nests, running out one by one under the guidance of the security guards.

Fang Cheng searched the crowd through the tinted car window.

Before long, a small figure came into view.

Wen Xin, carrying a pink cartoon backpack, slowly walked out of the school gate.

Today she was wearing a neat summer school uniform: a white short-sleeved collared shirt paired with a navy blue pleated skirt, white mid-calf socks, and leather shoes.

The sunlight shone on her cheeks, giving them a healthy rosy glow, and her large, bright black eyes were looking around.

Fang Cheng placed his fingers on the car door armrest and pressed the control button.

The car window rolled down silently, and a wisp of hot air from the asphalt road was drawn into the air-conditioned cabin.

He peeked out slightly and shouted towards the school gate:
"Wen Xin".

A clear voice cut through the surrounding noise.

The little girl paused in her steps, then quickly turned her head in response to the sound.

When she saw that familiar face emerging from the unfamiliar luxury car parked by the roadside, her dark eyes instantly lit up.

The disappointment on Wen Xin's face quickly faded, replaced by a bright smile.

Excitedly, she gripped her backpack strap, broke away from the crowd, and ran towards the Bentley.

Her clear, youthful voice was filled with undisguised surprise:
"Brother!" (End of Chapter)