The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 333

Chapter 333 - A Successful Person

He decided to catch up on the news.

Su Ming expertly switched to the news channel, tuning into Eastsea City's local broadcast. It was important to stay informed about his hometown.

?”Esteemed musician, conductor, and singer, Madam Wang Fanghua, a three-time Golden Melody Award winner and a leading authority in the national music scene, will soon visit the Eastsea City Symphony Orchestra for a performance,” the news anchor announced.

Su Ming watched attentively, blinking occasionally. He clicked the remote, shifting his focus to international news, acknowledging his limited expertise in music.

?While engrossed in the news, his phone suddenly rang. Su Ming checked the caller ID: President Chen. It dawned on him that he hadn't seen President Chen in some time and wondered what had kept him so occupied.

?”President Chen,” Su Ming greeted warmly as he answered.

?”Mr. Su!” came the reply. President Chen stood erect in his office, bending forward slightly, his phone cradled in his hands, his smile radiant. The bank's executives around him acted as if they didn't notice President Chen's demeanor, well aware that Mr. Su was on the line.

“Mr. Su, I've been away on business and haven't seen you for quite a while. I've missed you greatly and have brought back a small gift for you,” President Chen said. “I wanted to deliver it personally, but I'm currently tied up with some urgent matters. However, I'd like you to receive the gift as soon as possible. Are you available now?”

?Su Ming chuckled. So President Chen had been traveling. That explained his absence. And what about Wang Guohui? Had he been traveling as well? Su Ming's hunch was correct. As a multinational corporation's CEO involved in trade, Wang Guohui was abroad, dealing with a business negotiation.

?”Sure, I'll come over now,” Su Ming replied.

“I'll be waiting for you!” President Chen ended the call with enthusiasm and slammed his hand on the desk. “Everyone, prepare to receive Mr. Su.”

“Yes!” the bank staff responded in unison. They quickly organized themselves to greet Su Ming, lining up with impeccable posture. Despite the heat, their anticipation to meet Mr. Su was undeterred.

?President Chen quickly settled into his seat, briskly processing two documents in his hands. These were critical documents for the bank, and he needed to attend to them immediately.

?Su Ming switched off the TV and headed to the front door, where his truck was conveniently parked. Opting not to use the garage, he prepared to drive the truck out. As soon as Su Ming climbed into the vehicle, he heard a knock on the door. Looking down, he saw a young man standing below.

The man appeared to be in his late twenties, with his hair slicked back and dressed in a suit and tie. He had deliberately rolled up his left sleeve to flaunt what seemed to be an expensive watch that gleamed in the sunlight. Exuding immense confidence, his expression seemed to say, “I am a successful person; you should admire me.” But what was this successful individual doing knocking on his truck door?

?”Do you want to make some quick cash?” the man inquired, tilting his chin upward.

?Caught off guard, Su Ming responded, “What?”

“Where are you headed?” the man pressed on.

?”To the east side of the city,” Su Ming replied.

“Perfect! Drive me to the east side, and I'll give you 5 yuan for the trip. It's an easy way to make some extra cash. Don't turn it down; that would be a mistake. You have to build wealth gradually to become as wealthy as I am!”

Su Ming blinked, unsure if he should voice the question that lingered in his mind. Why didn't this successful man have a car? He could have chosen not to own one for environmental reasons, but why not just hail a taxi? After all, the base fare for a taxi in the city was ten yuan. Was he really looking to save five yuan by hitching a ride in a truck?

“Thank you,” the man said, not waiting for Su Ming's response. He opened the door and settled into the passenger seat with practiced ease, leaving Su Ming dumbfounded. When had he agreed to let the man in? And how was he so adept at climbing into the truck? The driver's seat was quite high, and most people unfamiliar with trucks would hesitate, but this man's actions were too fluid. Just how many times had he ridden in a truck before?

?Su Ming couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

He could tell that the so-called successful man was just putting on an act.

After all, no genuine success story would step out every day in such attire.

Yet, Su Ming chose not to call him out on it.

With a grin, he inquired, “Where are you headed? I'm off to the eastern part of the city, though I might not be going exactly where you are.”

“I'm on my way to Tianhua Bank,” the man replied with a smile.

?A look of smug satisfaction crossed his face as he added, “I've got some major business to handle at the bank this time.”

Upon hearing this, Su Ming realized they were headed to the same place.

?He revved up the engine and merged onto the main thoroughfare.

The sight of the self-proclaimed successful man amused him greatly.

“I can spot a successful person when I see one,” Su Ming remarked. “What's the big affair you're attending to at the bank today?”

Little did Su Ming know, his comment had piqued the man's interest immensely.

?He perked up and launched into a narrative of his life's accomplishments, ranging from starting primary school at three to graduating from university at fourteen, followed by six years at a top-tier international university.

He boasted about his myriad patents and the companies he had established.

Su Ming mused that if this man's tall tales could be converted into fuel, his truck wouldn't need refueling for a century.

And if the man's words could fill a room, Su Ming was certain the cab would have burst at the seams long ago.