The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

Chapter 295: Chapter 296: You Are My Boss, Right?

Su Changfeng exposed Qing Yin’s thoughts, but he didn’t feel any embarrassment. He said, “Speaking of food, there’s a place here that’s particularly famous. With your status, you can definitely afford it, right, Master Lamborghini?”

“But why should I treat you to a meal?” Su Changfeng asked.

“Because of your handsome and suave appearance, not only are you so good-looking, but when girls approach you, you have no intentions, and you’re also talented, well-educated, tall, and formidable. Is that enough?” Qing Yin exaggerated extravagantly.

Listening to these chaotic compliments, Su Changfeng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This guy, when not wearing a Daoist robe, seemed like a completely different person, no different from a rascal.

“But what does any of this have to do with you? My excellence is my own business.” Su Changfeng said.

“Gosh, brother, your face is even thicker than mine. Just for that, we’re bros. Come on, I’ll take you there.” Qing Yin put his arm around Su Changfeng’s shoulder, not caring whether Su Changfeng agreed or not, and dragged him along.

Arriving at the restaurant Qing Yin mentioned, Su Changfeng was even more speechless. For a scam-artist Taoist wandering around, he actually had the guts to come to such a high-end restaurant? Every dish on the menu was no less than four figures.

“Bro, my name is Qing Yin, what’s your name?” Qing Yin asked Su Changfeng while looking at the menu.

“Su Changfeng.” After speaking, Su Changfeng confusingly asked, “You’re so broke you can’t afford a meal, so where do you get the nerve to come to a place like this?”

“Brother Changfeng, you can’t say that. No matter what, when I go scam… uh, I mean, read fortunes and faces for people, it earns me a decent amount, so coming to a place like this once every six months is not a problem.” Qing Yin said.

Su Changfeng was speechless. He didn’t know how to describe this rascal in a Daoist robe.

Qing Yin ordered nearly ten dishes at once; a meal like this would cost at least five figures.

When the food arrived, Qing Yin ate with such gusto—as if he hadn’t eaten in half a lifetime—that Su Changfeng watched with a calm expression, while other restaurant patrons looked on with disgust.

“You don’t have to rush, at least pay attention to your image,” Su Changfeng advised.

Qing Yin kept shaking his head, “I only pay attention to that in front of girls. But with so much good food here now, why should I care about my image?”

In less than ten minutes, Qing Yin had finished the dishes, feeling satisfied as he burped. Only now did he notice Su Changfeng hadn’t touched his chopsticks, so he said, “Hurry up and eat; why aren’t you touching your food?”

“What am I supposed to eat? The plates?” Su Changfeng said, looking at the already empty plates, completely speechless.

Qing Yin sighed, speaking in a lecturing tone, “Brother Changfeng, do you know what this means?”

“What reasoning can you possibly come up with now?” Su Changfeng said with a helpless smile.

“If you’re slow, you won’t even get to eat shit, but then again, it doesn’t matter to you since you’re rich.” Qing Yin said.

Having just finished the meal, Su Changfeng was baffled at how bizarre this guy was.

“You’re full now, right? So our connection ends here.” Su Changfeng stood up to settle the bill. Although he spent a lot of money unnecessarily, arguing with a scammer like this would just be a waste of time.

But Qing Yin followed Su Changfeng out of the restaurant, like sticky gum.

“What more do you want?” Su Changfeng asked puzzledly.

“Boss, from now on, I’ll stick with you. No matter the danger, just say the word, and I’ll be wide-eyed watching you go.” Qing Yin said, both hands cupped in a mock salute, in a serious tone.

“Are all people who do what you do like this too?” Su Changfeng asked, exasperated. Qing Yin’s talk was impressive, but Su Changfeng couldn’t follow his way of thinking.

“Boss, you’re overthinking. That’s discriminating against my profession. But from now on, I’m quitting being a Taoist; let me hang out with you instead?” Qing Yin said.

“Get lost,” Su Changfeng replied. Being around a nerve-wracking person like Qing Yin, he felt he’d soon catch it, so it was best to stay far away.

Qing Yin, however, shamelessly followed Su Changfeng, earnestly saying, “Boss, a person as honorable as you should have a lackey, right? Don’t worry, except for manual labor, I can do everything else.”

Su Changfeng stopped, turned around, and raised his fist, threatening, “If you keep following me, I’ll make you vomit up everything you just ate!”

Qing Yin was startled, retreating repeatedly, saying, “Boss, I’ve been frail since childhood, practically like a paper doll. If you hit me, you’ll fall to your knees and beg me not to die.”

Su Changfeng, exasperated, dropped his hand. Why did he run into such a persistent oddball? It seemed impossible to shake him off.

“Can you be my boss instead? I beg you to spare me.” Su Changfeng said.

“That’s not possible. I’m broke, how could I be your boss?” Qing Yin said, his eyes darting, clearly not thinking of anything good.

“Hey girl, my boss drives a Lamborghini. Want to take a ride?”

“Hey girl, want a free test drive in a Lamborghini sports car?”

“Hey girl, my boss is loaded, do you have a boyfriend?”

Whenever a girl passed by, Qing Yin would stop them, making Su Changfeng’s face flush with embarrassment. Where did this peculiar guy escape from?

“Isn’t he just a poor chauffeur? What a nerve, scamming people here, it’s disgusting.” Just then, the girl who had approached Su Changfeng earlier came by, looking at him with disdain.

Upon hearing this, Qing Yin, as Su Changfeng’s little brother, was certainly displeased, saying, “Watch your tone. My boss is no ordinary driver; frankly, your type is beneath him.”

“Are you… saying I’m ugly?” the girl said, gritting her teeth.

Qing Yin scratched his nose and said, “I wouldn’t say particularly ugly, but at my boss’s level, it’s no surprise you don’t catch his eye.”

Su Changfeng couldn’t let this fool meddle any longer and quickly interjected, “Qing Yin, do you really want to experience me pinching your philtrum?”

“Dumb driver, your idiotic friend is making me angry now; you better watch out!” the girl said.

Not wanting trouble, Su Changfeng pulled Qing Yin away.

However, Qing Yin didn’t want to let it go, shouting taunts like “plastic face” and “liposuction legs,” almost driving the girl crazy.

“Boss, there’s a great place in Rong City. Want me to take you there?” Qing Yin said.