You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 517 What does it mean to push off a cliff?

Tang Yin and Wang Lina trudged along the rugged mountain road, the occasional rustle of gravel beneath their feet. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads, and their breathing became rapid. Finally, around a bend, the Qian Group's headquarters appeared before them.

However, the sight before them made them gasp. The once-prominent township enterprise had now been reduced to a desolate ruin. The tall walls were covered in creeping vines, their green vines entwining every crack like snakes. The paint on the iron gate had long since peeled, revealing patches of rust, a silent testament to the ruthlessness of time.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, half a man's height, swaying in the wind. A once smooth gravel path had been devoured by weeds, leaving only a vague outline. The fountain in the center of the courtyard had long since dried up, now filled with fallen leaves and dust, a haven for wild animals.

The main building, a three-story European-style structure, was once a magnificent exterior now covered in cracks, with peeling paint revealing gray cement. Several of the first-floor windows were broken and hastily boarded up. The railings on the second-floor balcony were crooked and looked precarious. Many of the red tiles on the roof had also fallen off, exposing the wooden beams underneath.

Looking at this scene, Tang Yin couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Could this be a cursed mansion? Is there really someone living here?"

He turned to look at Wang Lina and asked softly, "I wonder if Doorbell is still alive?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Lina decisively pressed the rusty doorbell button. In the silent Mist Village, the ringing sound from deep within the factory building was clearly audible, echoing in the empty courtyard, sounding particularly long and desolate.

Tang Yin waited for a while, and seeing no movement, he asked, "It seems like there's no one here? Do you want to press it again?"

Wang Lina shook her head firmly, her expression serious: "No, it will leave a bad impression."

Tang Yin was a little surprised: "Are the people here so difficult to please?"

Wang Lina sighed and said helplessly: "Well, it's hard to serve, that's it."

The two of them stood at the door, waiting quietly. Tang Yin kicked the pebbles at his feet out of boredom, while Wang Lina nervously adjusted her clothes and hair from time to time.

A few minutes later, just when Tang Yin was about to lose his patience, the legendary big man finally appeared.

Following a series of heavy footsteps, the iron gate slowly opened with a harsh creaking sound. A tall man appeared behind the door, and his appearance made Tang Yin's eyes widen.

The man wore a perfectly fitted black tuxedo, a pristine white shirt, and a meticulously finished bow tie. His shoes were polished to a shine that reflected his silhouette. Most striking were his gold-rimmed glasses, which gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. His hair was meticulously combed back, seemingly held in place with gel.

The man's face wore a haughty, distant expression, his thin lips slightly pursed, a look of sarcasm. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if he could see through people's hearts. Despite being in such a desolate environment, he maintained an unsuitable elegance and reserve.

The man spoke coldly, his voice tinged with impatience: "What's the matter? Who are you?"

Tang Yin carefully studied the man before him, thinking: This should be a middle-aged man, or perhaps even younger. Although he looked bright and handsome, his slightly pale face and the twitching corners of his mouth revealed a hint of nervousness.

He subconsciously took a half step back. For some reason, the man in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression. Tang Yin glanced at Wang Lina and found that her expression had also become tense.

At this moment, the man's eyes fell on Wang Lina. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to indifference.

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Sunlight filtered through the mottled shadows of the trees, casting a dazzling array of light and shadow across the deserted manor. Wang Lina took a deep breath and smiled with just the right touch, as warm as the sun. "Hello, Mr. Qian Jin, I'm Wang Lina."

Qian Jin's eyes narrowed slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses, as if he was recalling something. His slender fingers gently pushed his glasses up on his nose, and he nodded, his voice lazily saying, "I know you. You're a high school student from the Hidden Mist Village." He turned his gaze to Tang Yin, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Who is this young man?"

Wang Lina seemed prepared as she introduced him at a moderate pace, "He is the victim, Tang Yin."

After hearing this brief introduction, Tang Yin couldn't help but complain: "Huh? This introduction is too brief." His expression was a little bit amusing and he wondered how he became a "victim".

When Qian Jin heard this name, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in his tone: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Seeing this, Tang Yin quickly cleared his throat and began to explain the whole story in detail. He spoke at a moderate pace, accommodating his words with gestures, attempting to make his account more vivid. However, when he mentioned the word "Divine River," Qian Jin's expression suddenly became serious, his brow furrowed, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

Sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere, Tang Yin quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Qian Jin, I want to leave here as soon as possible. If there are any motorcycle repair tools here, would you mind lending them to me?" There was a hint of pleading in his tone, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Qian Jin seemed to be brought back to reality by this sudden request. He tilted his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Is the tire flat? Do you have an inner tube?"

Without waiting for Tang Yin to reply, Qian Jin continued, his tone tinged with professional pride. "I have tire sealant here, but the inner tube is difficult for an outsider to repair, right? Is this really okay?" His eyes scanned Tang Yin, as if assessing his abilities. "If even the inner tube is broken, then you'll have to replace the tire. We don't have a spare tire here, and even if we did, we wouldn't be obligated to give it to you."

Tang Yin was completely confused. He scratched his head and gave an awkward smile: "Um, sorry, I actually don't understand what you are saying."

Qian Jin's expression instantly changed from enigmatic to a mixture of laughter and tears. He put his hands on his hips and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Are you kidding me? Just pay the 5,000 yuan rescue fee honestly. Just think of it as tuition."

Seeing this, Wang Lina quickly interrupted with a hint of worry in her tone: "Well...Mr. Qian Jin, it's not appropriate to let in cars from outside at this time, right?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin's expression instantly turned into shock. His eyebrows raised high, and his voice was filled with disbelief: "Huh? As a high school student in the village, you've gone to school in the outside world. Do you still believe in that kind of thing?"

Wang Lina smiled bitterly, her eyes revealing a complicated expression: "Well... I don't mind, but Uncle Gao and Granny Rong... After all, there are too many outsiders these days."

Qian Jin seemed to be struck by something when he heard this. His tone suddenly became agitated. "What does the Kirigakure have to do with me? You want me to fix his tire? Huh?" His voice rose an octave. "You want someone as elegant as me to be covered in grease?"

Seeing Qian Jin's agitation, Wang Lina quickly waved her hand, her tone soothing, "That's not what I meant. However, as an elder and a traveler who died in Banghu Lake, this is also a good story..."

Qian Jin seemed not to hear her words and continued angrily, "Huh, only at times like this do you know how to respect your elders? Doesn't the Hidden Mist Village have its own way?" His eyes suddenly turned cold, "Why don't you push him off the cliff, huh?"

When Tang Yin heard this, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His body trembled uncontrollably, and countless questions flashed through his mind.

Ok?
Push... push off the cliff?
What does this guy mean?
Tang Yin's eyes were filled with fear and confusion. He subconsciously took a step back, feeling as if he were in a maze full of dangers. His eyes moved back and forth between Qian Jin and Wang Lina, trying to read some information from their expressions.

Qian Jin's eyes flashed coldly behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. Wang Lina, on the other hand, lowered her head, her expression dark and unclear, as if she was thinking about something.

A strange atmosphere filled the air, and even the chirping of cicadas seemed to have stopped. ...

Wang Lina stood there, her bright eyes darting around like a schoolboy who had done something wrong. Her voice was a little whiny, trying to hide her inner panic: "Oh my! How could this happen?"

The corners of Wang Lina's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bitter smile. But in her eyes, there was an indescribable light, as if she was about to press Qian Jin to the ground and rub him.

Tang Yin watched this scene and secretly complained in his heart: This girl's acting is too poor. He took a deep breath, turned to Qian Jin, and said sincerely: "I am very sorry, I will find a way to repair it myself, but can you lend me the tools?"

Qian Jin raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Tang Yin explained patiently: "Just lend me the tools, and I'll go somewhere else to repair it. Of course, I'll pay for it." There was a hint of pleading in his tone, and a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

After listening to this, Qian Jin shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent: "It's up to you, but if my tools are broken, you have to compensate me in full even if you are a student." After that, he turned and walked towards the factory, his back revealing a cold temperament.

Tang Yin watched Qian Jin leave, scratched his head, his face full of helplessness: "Oh, it seems that I have to find a way myself. How do I repair the inner tube?" His tone was full of regret for his lack of mechanical knowledge.

Wang Lina stood aside and couldn't help but complain: "Mr. Tang Yin looks so short..."

Hearing this, Tang Yin fought back, unwilling to be outdone: "Hey, do you think everyone who can drive can also repair a car?"

Wang Lina blinked and said innocently, "Ha, who knows? Well, don't you think a man who can repair cars is very attractive?" There was a hint of teasing in her tone, as if she was deliberately teasing Tang Yin.

Tang Yin heard the implication in her words and couldn't help but ask back, "In other words, you think Qian Jin is very attractive?" There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, as if he was waiting to see Wang Lina's reaction.

Upon hearing this, Wang Lina immediately waved her hands to deny it: "Oh, how could he repair cars? He is just pretending." There was a hint of disdain in her tone, and a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes.

Tang Yin was amused by her reaction and couldn't help but ask, "If that's the case, why does he have repair tools?"

Wang Lina seemed to be expecting him to ask this question, and immediately launched into a torrent of explanations: "Qian Jin's family is in Baifengzhuang, which is much larger than this place. The factory and warehouse here are just utility rooms, used to store things the family doesn't need. Five or six years ago, Qian Jin did buy a motorcycle, but I heard he couldn't ride it, so he put it aside."

After hearing this, Tang Yin couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "It's worthy of being the countryside, there are no secrets at all." The image of Qian Jin, the self-righteous and arrogant intellectual, emerged in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Suddenly, Tang Yin's eyes lit up, as if he had come up with a good idea: "Okay, it's decided. Let's move all the useful things away."

When Wang Lina heard this, her eyes sparkled with excitement: "Like bandits? Great!" Her tone was full of anticipation, as if she was about to embark on an adventure.

After they were busy for a while, Wang Lina suddenly stopped what she was doing and asked worriedly, "Am I disturbing you?"

Hearing this, Tang Yin smiled warmly, "Of course not. If no one had talked to me, I wouldn't have been able to hold on. You've been a real help."

Tang Yin picked up the toolbox's instruction manual and began to read it carefully. As he read further, his brow furrowed further and further. Finally, he put the manual down and sighed helplessly, "It seems my motorcycle tire is the type that's very difficult to repair. It seems I have to remove the entire tire. How do I do that?"

Despite his trepidation, Tang Yin decided to give it a try. He consoled himself: the worst-case scenario would be requesting a rescue, so he might as well just tear it apart and see.

So he picked up his tools and began to fiddle with them clumsily. The wrench seemed particularly unruly in his hands, and the screws seemed to be against him, and he couldn't get them loose. Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his T-shirt.

Wang Lina stood aside and couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Tang Yin, are you sure you are not fighting with a motorcycle?"

Tang Yin raised his head, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I think I might be more suitable to be a programmer. At least the code won't rebel against me."

After struggling for over half an hour, Tang Yin finally gave up. He sat on the ground, looking at the still intact tire, and sighed inwardly: How could an amateur fix this thing?

Wang Lina squatted beside him and patted his shoulder: "It's okay, at least you tried. I think you're already very good, much better than those who only know how to show off."

Tang Yin felt warm at heart when he heard this. He stood up and dusted himself off. "Thank you, Lina. It seems we have to find another way. However, I think this experience is quite interesting. At least I know I'm not suitable to be a mechanic."

The sun was setting, its golden afterglow casting a shimmer across the small town's streets, adding a touch of warmth to this ordinary afternoon. Tang Yin squatted on the ground, sweating profusely as he fiddled with his motorcycle. A small crowd of onlookers had gathered around him. The aroma of food wafting from the cafeteria filled the air, whetting everyone's appetite.

Just then, a plump, amiable middle-aged woman emerged from the cafeteria. She was none other than the cafeteria's proprietress, Chen Xiang, carrying a plate of freshly cooked side dishes. Chen Xiang looked at the dejected Tang Yin and said with a smile, "Young man, it looks like repairing this is not easy. Wang Lina, come over and have something to eat."

Wang Lina's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she immediately cheered, "Thank you so much!" Her tone was full of anticipation for the food, as if all her worries had disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Gang, who was standing by, also came over. Looking at Tang Yin's flustered look, he couldn't help but teasing, "Why is the problem getting worse the more you repair it? Machines are really unreliable." There was a hint of joking in Zhao Gang's words, but a hint of sympathy was revealed in his eyes.

When Wang Lina heard this, she immediately spoke up for the machine: "As long as it's not broken, the machine is still very convenient." There was a hint of maintenance in her tone, as if she was defending her beloved motorcycle.

Granny Rong came over and asked with concern, "Can it be fixed before dark?"

When Wang Lina heard this question, she smiled a little awkwardly, then answered confidently: "Well, it probably can't be repaired, but things will work out in the end. Don't worry, mother-in-law."

Tang Yin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Wang Lina's answer. He was secretly grateful to Wang Lina for helping him deal with the people around him who were watching him repair his motorcycle. Otherwise, as an outsider, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

Just then, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen squeezed out of the crowd. He was Chen Xiang's youngest son, Qin Yi. He looked at the motorcycle curiously, then turned to Wang Lina and asked, "Sister Lina, is it easy to get a motorcycle license?"

When Wang Lina heard this question, her eyes lit up, as if she thought of something interesting: "Well, how should I put it, small-displacement engines are easy to drive. I have one." There was a hint of pride in her tone, as if she was showing off her driving skills.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yin also joined the discussion: "Medium and large displacement engines are very troublesome. In addition to taking the driver's license test, you also have to take classes. Do you like motorcycles?" There was a hint of curiosity in his tone, as if he wanted to understand the young man's thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yi suddenly became a little impatient when he heard Tang Yin's question: "Huh? None of your business!" There was a hint of rebellion in his tone, but then he turned to the motorcycle, his eyes flashing with excitement: "By the way, how much is this bike?"

(End of this chapter)