A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Quan Shan shook his head and said with great regret, "When I was working under Li Ruochun, I was too honest. Basically, whatever they asked me to do, I would do it without asking why."

"To be honest, I don't know how many people have died under my command over the years, but I don't understand why they died."

"So all I know about your situation is that they wanted me to kill you, but I really don't know why they wanted to kill you."

"However, I can help you find out the reason later."

The two chatted briefly in Hu Dahai's room, during which Hu Dahai asked Quan Shan many detailed questions, gaining a better understanding of him.

Since there was nowhere to stay in the whole mountain, Hu Dahai let him stay in the small room that Hu Wangfu used to live in.

He also publicly claimed that Quan Shan was a distant relative of his.

As for work, Quanshan will temporarily join the off-season vegetable patrol team and directly serve as the patrol team leader.

Furthermore, Hu Dahai also asked Quan Shan to help train the patrol team, striving to bring the patrol team to a relatively high level, so that they could deal with Hu Dahai's ever-expanding sphere of influence in the future.

With Quan Shan joining him, Hu Dahai felt that he had nothing to worry about regarding his safety.

When he's not at the Qunyi Brigade headquarters, he doesn't need to worry about anyone targeting his off-season vegetable farm and mushroom cultivation room. Nor does he need to worry about someone trying to harm him in the dark of night, even though the chances of such a thing happening are very low.

That night, as Hu Dahai lay in bed, he thought about how he would need to travel between Hangzhou, Shaoxing, and Jiaxing in the future, and he couldn't keep taking a motorcycle taxi back and forth every time.

Motorcycle taxis are open-top after all, and it's still quite cold outside. When you ride past someone, not only is your face cold, but your knees are too.

Besides, I have a decent income now, so I don't have to ride in one of those shabby old men's motorcycles to inspect the shop every time.

"It's time to buy a car."

Hu Dahai scratched his head and said in a low voice.

The awkward thing is that Hu Dahai himself can't drive, and even if he had a car, he wouldn't know how to drive it.

However, things will be different if Quanshan comes. Quanshan will definitely be able to drive, so I can just have Quanshan be my driver.

Just do what you think of; I'm not short of money anyway.

The next morning, Hu Dahai called Quan Shan and they went to the car trading market in Hangzhou.

Quan Shan: "????"

He was basically in a daze the whole time. Wasn't he supposed to be the patrol team leader?

I was just thinking about how to make a name for myself, and you dragged me into buying a car, making me a driver instead?

The two hailed a motorcycle taxi. Hu Dahai sat in the front and Quan Shan sat in the back, leaving Hu Dahai with nowhere to hold on, so he had to wrap his arms around the driver's waist.

The driver was completely stunned.

She was suddenly hugged around the waist by a grown man.

At this moment, he really wanted to get rid of Hu Dahai as quickly as possible.

After finally arriving at the car market, the motorcycle taxi driver immediately stepped off the vehicle and leaned forward, carefully avoiding Hu Dahai.

Hu Dahai naturally noticed the motorcycle taxi driver's odd behavior, but he didn't pay it any mind. He was mainly there to buy a vehicle today; he didn't care about anything else.

He and Quanshan entered the trading market.

The market here is huge; it's a major car sales hub in Hangzhou and even the surrounding cities.

It contains not only cars and jeeps, but also vans, trucks, motorcycles, and three-wheeled vehicles.

If you're looking to buy anything related to cars, you'll find it here, and many shops sell both used and new cars together.

After all, not everyone is rich enough to afford an extremely expensive new car.

When the two of them walked into the car area.

A decent-looking car dealership came into view. Many of the cars on display were high-end models. Hu Dahai was quite satisfied.

So Hu Dahai immediately led the whole mountain inside.

At this time, there were also many sales representatives sitting in the back of the store, who were specifically responsible for promoting and selling cars.

There was a receptionist sitting at the entrance. When Hu Dahai came in, the receptionist immediately assigned a sales representative to him and his party.

Soon, a tall, thin middle-aged man came out. Around his neck was a sign that read his name, Xiang Song.

The first thing Xiang Song did upon emerging was to give Hu Dahai and Quan Shan a thorough once-over.

As a long-time employee of the car dealership, Xiang Song has been there for quite some time and has sold a considerable number of cars.

He gets assigned to a lot of people every day, all sorts of people: rich people, people who pretend to be rich, and people who don't know their own abilities. He's seen all kinds of people.

When he saw Hu Dahai, he immediately made a mental assessment of the two men.

Hu Dahai was alright, his clothes were decent, but Quan Shan next to him was not so good.

Today, Quanshan was originally prepared to go on patrol, so he naturally chose to wear relatively cheap clothes.

His simple clothes immediately lowered Xiang Song's opinion of the two men, making him think that they must not have much money and could not afford a nice car.

Their dealership operates on the rule that the greeters at the entrance take turns assigning customers to the sales staff inside. So, as long as a good customer is assigned to them, the sales staff can quickly close the deal.

But if it's a bad customer, it means time will be wasted, and there's no guarantee of closing the deal. Even if a deal is closed, it'll only be a small one. And after serving that customer, they have to queue up again and wait for the hostess to assign them the next customer.

"Please come in, gentlemen. What kind of car would you like to see?" Xiang Song suppressed his urge to kick Hu Dahai and the others out and greeted them.

"I want to buy a car, can you recommend or introduce some options?" Hu Dahai looked at Xiang Song and could clearly sense the impatience in Xiang Song's eyes, but thinking that buying a car was something to be happy about, and that he and Xiang Song were only acquainted once because of buying a car, Hu Dahai didn't pay much attention to it.

Xiang Song frowned, feeling a bit annoyed. He led Hu Dahai to a second-hand Jeep. The Jeep was obviously quite old, with some of the paint chipping off.

"This Jeep is relatively inexpensive, priced at around 2," Xiang Song said, resting his hand on the car door.

His nonchalant attitude was unpleasant to look at.

Hu Dahai glanced at it casually and showed no interest in the car whatsoever. What a joke! Did Hu Dahai really need to buy such a beat-up secondhand car?

He turned and looked around, saying, "Are there any better ones? I prefer new cars."

Xiang Song's lips twitched, and he immediately led Hu Dahai to another car, a new Jeep.

The military green body color, combined with the two large headlights, actually looks quite good.

After carefully examining the car, Hu Dahai couldn't resist opening the car door and touching the seat.

Xiang Song had been waiting nearby when he saw a well-dressed and fashionable family of four walk into the shop. Seeing how much time he had wasted on Hu Dahai, he lost his patience: if these two guys hadn't come, the business of that family of four would have been his.

Thinking this, Xiang Song's attitude worsened: "After looking at it for so long, are you planning to buy this car? This car is quite expensive, so don't touch it carelessly. If you scratch the leather, the loss will be huge."

Upon hearing Xiang Song's words, Hu Dahai's good mood immediately soured.

What a joke! I'm a consumer, after all.

It seems that many sales representatives these days haven't figured out what it means for the customer to be king.

Hu Dahai didn't want to waste any more time with Xiang Song, so he left the jeep and said indifferently, "It is indeed a bit expensive. Maybe I should go and look at that old, used jeep instead."

"..."

Xiang Song was almost furious at Hu Dahai's actions.