Distance away from the accident, it hasn't even been a week.

Driving fancy cars, living in luxury homes, owning billions in assets, being surrounded by beautiful women—all this left Su Yehao feeling like he was in a dream, struggling to adjust.

But when he went to deposit money and was flattered and invited to the exclusive VIP room for big clients, and the manager politely gave him gifts and begged him to buy some fixed-term investments, Su Yehao felt great, realizing he was living a different life now.

Big client.

When cursing others, it sounded sour, but applying it to himself… it felt pretty good!

Asking a female teller to wash his cup, finding some green tea and brewing it, Su Yehao put his hands behind his back, took his teacup, and leisurely went out.

If he were wearing a hard hat, he would look just like he did when he was slacking off at the construction site.

This scene actually gave the lobby manager the illusion of watching an old man taking a stroll. He clicked his tongue and sighed:

"The young masters of rich families are just different, so handsome… Xiao Zhang, remember to call again recently and find a good-performing fund or insurance to recommend to him! As long as we can win him over, we won't have to worry about this year's performance targets!"

A teller who had just finished a phone call told him, puzzled:

"The people at headquarters seem quite nervous. The private banking customer service manager told us to make sure we treat this VIP well. They must have noticed the money coming into the account."

The lobby manager looked outside and happened to see Su Yehao getting into the car. He said speechlessly, "That's it, we'll definitely be intercepted by headquarters, and it won't be our turn to market to him. A Rolls-Royce with a single-digit license plate? Damn! That's outrageous. Who owns the number 3 license plate in Macau?"

"Su the Skinflint, who's in real estate? I remember seeing in the news that he spent over a million to get the license plate."

Su Yehao left, and the people in the bank were still discussing…

The driver knew where to buy sandalwood incense.

First, go buy sandalwood incense.

He had agreed to meet Huang Zewen at a bar at 7:30 tonight, and it was only a little after 5:00 in the evening, so there was still plenty of time.

Anyway, Macau was so small, it was convenient to go anywhere, so there was no need to rush.

After parking the car, Su Yehao followed the driver to an old street, where the streets were bustling with people.

Toys, groceries, breakfast, braised food—everything was available.

There were also Southeast Asian girls with slightly dark skin, hawking betel nuts in a strange voice. They didn't look anything like the so-called betel nut beauties.

Macau was mainly Chinese, but there were also many foreigners.

Indian roti was being sold by Indians, but the hygiene was a bit poor. Although it smelled good, Su Yehao chose to stay away.

There was also a video and cassette rental store run by people from Taiwan, and the posters and some of the cover photos gave people endless fantasies.

It was this kind of unhealthy vibe that made Su Yehao stop and stare for a few moments, and he silently remembered the location of the store, thinking about coming over to buy some cassettes next time… mainly to learn Japanese and English.

He was too embarrassed to go in with the driver following him.

Continuing forward, he could see many hair salons and massage parlors in the alley next door, all closed. There were probably two or three dozen of them.

Without guessing, he knew that the main street was lively during the day, but at night it was the turn of these alleys to be lively.

Su Yehao smiled slyly, thinking that the local atmosphere was just open, and he didn't have any extra thoughts.

…

"Young Master Su, we're here."

Seeing Su Yehao still walking forward, the driver named Ni Qianli reminded him.

This driver was burly and had previously been a cop in the police force. After resigning due to an accident, he came to the Su family. He didn't talk much usually, and he could be considered a bodyguard of sorts.

Su Yehao followed him into the store.

The store owner recognized Ni Qianli. After talking, he learned that it was Su Sihai buying incense, and immediately followed the old routine.

He took out the stock from the cabinet and packed ten boxes.

It was said that they were all spirit incense that had been placed in temples for offering, and had been熏陶ed (influenced) by the Buddha's aura and worshiped by ten thousand people.

Therefore, the price was relatively expensive, four hundred yuan a box.

Su Yehao, who was used to incense that cost three yuan for a large handful, instantly felt like he was being ripped off when he heard the price.

However, the smell of this sandalwood incense after burning was indeed exactly the same as the ones at home. The packaging was ordinary, but the price was high as hell.

Therefore, Su Yehao was even more convinced that his old man cared about these things. He casually asked, "Why is it so expensive? What materials are these incense sticks made of? I smell them every day at home. Wouldn't it be terrible if there was a problem?"

The owner of the candle and paper money shop couldn't figure out where he was coming from, so he asked Ni Qianli, "Is this your family's young master?"

Ni Qianli quickly shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "Mr. Su's son. I'm only responsible for driving."

Hearing this, the shop owner immediately perked up.

He enthusiastically explained:

"Young Master Su, you can definitely rest assured about the things we sell in our store. The sandalwood incense is made by monks in temples, using the best old mountain sandalwood from India. Smelling it for a long time is not only not harmful, but also beneficial! Your father is a regular customer of our store and has been for over ten years."

"…Alright."

The smell was indeed quite good, the only drawback was that it was expensive.

Su Yehao paid reluctantly, and Driver Ni took the initiative to help carry the bag.

At this time, the streets were lively.

Seeing a wonton shop with a lot of people coming and going, Su Yehao was hungry and invited Ni Qianli to go in for a meal together.

Ni Qianli, who had been driving for Su Yehao for almost a year, recalled that this was the first time he had been invited to eat together, so he was inevitably a little surprised.

What surprised him even more was that Su Yehao actually crossed his legs, drank tea, and said, "With a few fools like my dad, the owner who sells incense doesn't have to worry about his livelihood. I don't see anything good about it, but a box actually sells for four hundred, which is equivalent to twenty yuan per stick? Instead of offering incense, why not just burn money directly."

"???"

Hearing this, Ni Qianli's surprise was written all over his face.

He thought to himself.

This guy can actually calculate small accounts?

Usually, when he gave tips after drinking, it was always hundreds or thousands of yuan, scattering money everywhere. How could he be so concerned about the mere four thousand yuan?

Was this still the arrogant and profligate spendthrift he usually was?

Could it be that his allowance had been cut off by his family? Was he so poor that he had gone crazy? Had he become thrifty?

A series of questions flashed through Ni Qianli's mind, and in the end, he just smiled and said, "Yeah, don't underestimate his small shop. Many influential figures go there to buy things. He must be making a lot of money."

Twisting the lid open again and slowly taking a sip of tea, Su Yehao complained, "The water is too hot, and the tea leaves are stewed. I don't like this smell. Accompany me to find another tea shop later."

"…I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you drink tea."

Ni Qianli always felt that something was wrong with Su Yehao today.

Usually, he was responsible for driving, and they had been together for almost a year. Su Yehao ignored him, and Ni Qianli was happy to have some peace and quiet, just driving the car properly was enough.

In fact, their relationship was just so-so. The only communication was about where to go, what time to arrive, and how long to wait.

Ni Qianli found that Su Yehao had suddenly changed his personality, and he wasn't used to it. He then said, "I do know a tea shop. The owner is a friend of mine. I guarantee the price is fair. He knows a lot of tea farmers in the mainland, so the quality of the goods is guaranteed."

"Oh? Longjing and que舌 (bird's tongue tea) are fine. The new tea for this year will be on the market soon. When the time comes, help me get some top-quality pre-Qingming new tea."

With a little over a million yuan in his account, he suddenly became generous.

Su Yehao planned to improve his life, getting some good tea before Qingming to stock up on, and drinking it until the spring of next year.

Just then.

A middle-aged man with a round face, wearing a Tang suit and not very tall, suddenly walked over.

He sat down next to Su Yehao and said nervously, "Young man! I see that there's a shadow between your eyebrows, peach blossoms in your eyes, and your lips are pale. This is clearly a sign of great misfortune! Your girlfriend will run away, your family will suffer, and your studies will be very bumpy. But seeing your noble aura, you are definitely a dragon among men. I have a way to help you resolve it!"

A strong smell of meat bun came over his face.

After hearing this, Su Yehao realized that this person was a fortune teller.

Ni Qianli's face darkened, and he stood up to drive the man away.

The fortune teller turned a blind eye and continued to say:

"My shop is right next door. The price is fair, and I treat everyone equally. In the martial world, I'm known as Little Zhuge, Half Immortal Ge. I'm a direct disciple of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion. Palm reading, character testing, feng shui, and fortune telling—I'm proficient in everything!"

The owner of the wonton shop got angry first, threw the rag on the ground, and shouted, "You rascal! You're here again to disturb my customers' meal. Get lost!"