How A Ride-Hailing Driver Comes To Dominate The World? [EN]: Chapter 146

146. No One Is More Noble Than Anyone Else. Why Should Ordinary People Make Things Difficult for Each Other?_What’s Wrong With Me, a Ride-Hailing Driver, Having Some Money?

Yang Chen stopped the car with Cheng Junjun on the roadside two traffic lights away from the hospital and said, “They shouldn’t be chasing us anymore, right? Miss Cheng, I’ll drop you off here. Take care.”

Cheng Junjun immediately asked, “Do you have time? Let me treat you to a meal to thank you for helping me deal with Zhang Qing earlier.”

“A meal? Sure, I was planning to ask you to dinner this afternoon anyway. Since I suggested it first, let me treat you. You can treat me next time if there’s a chance. What do you want to eat?” Yang Chen asked.

Cheng Junjun felt that since it was her first time going out to dinner with a guy, she shouldn’t pick an expensive place, as that would be impolite.

But she also couldn’t go to a place like a street food stall because the environment wouldn’t be good.

After carefully considering her options, Cheng Junjun chose a French restaurant with an average cost of 300 yuan per person [approximately $45 USD, a mid-range price for a meal in China].

Yang Chen followed the navigation to drive there.

At this moment, Cheng Dalong, who had been abroad for a month, called his daughter.

Cheng Junjun: “Hello, Dad, are you back?”

Cheng Dalong: “I’ll be back tomorrow. Have you quit your job yet?”

Cheng Junjun: “No! I told you I won’t quit. Don’t even think about it.”

Cheng Dalong: “Nonsense! Do you really want to be a nurse? I just wanted you to have some fun. I haven’t even let you take care of me since you were little. How can I bear to see you taking care of those patients? My flight is tomorrow, and I’ll arrive the morning after. If you don’t quit, I’ll go to the hospital and drag you home.”

Cheng Junjun: “I’m only responsible for inquiries and registration at the nurse station and checking on patients. Taking care of patients isn’t my job. I think it’s fine, and I definitely won’t quit! Besides, it doesn’t matter what my dad thinks, only what your daughter thinks matters. If I quit and go home, they’ll *xianqi* [dislike/despise] me every day, and then I’ll end up like my mom, depressed and jumping off a building?”

Cheng Dalong: “You child, that’s all in the past. Why do you keep bringing it up? Your grandparents are old. Why are you arguing with them?”

Cheng Junjun: “It’s easy for you to say. They *xianqi*ed [disliked/despised] me for being a girl as soon as I was born, making my mom severely depressed and taking me with her to jump off a building. Luckily, my mom had a change of heart at the last minute and pushed me back, or else I would have been reincarnated and 15 years old again by now. I just graduated and started an internship at the company, and they’re already nagging about how I’ll take the family fortune and marry someone else in the future, and all your efforts for two generations will belong to someone else. I don’t rely on the family now, and I don’t want the family fortune you’ve worked for. I’ll just be a nurse. I’m telling you, I’m not my mom. She didn’t dare to resist until she died, but I do! In that house, it’s either me or them. When they die, I’ll go back to wear mourning clothes. If you want me to come home, I’ll come home. If you don’t want me to come home, I’ll stay outside. But if you want me to quit my job and go home now, absolutely not! That’s how my relationship with them is. I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my own father either. Don’t force me. Bye!”

After saying that, Cheng Junjun hung up the phone and wiped away tears with a depressed look.

Yang Chen pulled out a few tissues and handed them to her.

“You became a nurse because you were angry with your family?” Yang Chen asked.

Cheng Junjun nodded and told Yang Chen her story.

Cheng Junjun’s grandfather, Cheng Zhengjun, was from Chaozhou [a city in Guangdong province, known for its strong traditional values]. Anyone who knows people from that area knows that they are notoriously patriarchal.

Therefore, after Cheng Junjun was born, her grandparents were very unhappy. They nagged her mother every day that daughters are money-losing goods and that they needed to have a son.

Cheng Junjun’s mother was a local from Haicheng and had a weak personality. She didn’t dare to argue with her in-laws no matter what they said, but the pressure in her heart kept building up.

The last straw that broke Cheng Junjun’s mother was when she became pregnant again with a boy, but she had a miscarriage due to long-term mental stress.

That year, Cheng Junjun was 8 years old. She still remembers that after her mother’s miscarriage, her grandparents not only didn’t show any concern but also blamed her for being so careless and killing their grandson.

In the end, Cheng Junjun’s mother’s psychological endurance reached its limit. She put her to sleep with sleeping pills, carried her to the roof, and jumped off the building to commit suicide.

However, at the moment her mother was about to jump, she couldn’t bear to let her be involved, so she pushed her back.

From then on, Cheng Junjun especially hated her grandparents.

Maybe the old couple also knew that their behavior was wrong, so they treated Cheng Junjun better from then on.

However, they kept *songyong*ing [instigating/encouraging] their son to marry another woman and have a son.

Cheng Dalong felt guilty towards his wife and never remarried.

Last month, Cheng Junjun graduated from college and started an internship at the company. Her father was officially grooming her to take over the company.

But her grandparents relapsed and kept saying that she would eventually marry someone else and everything they had worked for for two generations would ultimately belong to someone else.

They even *songyong*ed [encouraged] Cheng Dalong to use scientific methods to have another son.

This immediately broke Cheng Junjun, and she immediately left the company and left home.

It just so happened that Longmei Hospital was recruiting nurses at that time, and Cheng Junjun’s high school classmate, Wang Jingyun, *songyong*ed [encouraged] her to use her connections to get in so they could have a companion.

Cheng Junjun’s family’s company does business in imported medical equipment and other things with Longmei Hospital. Cheng Dalong also felt guilty, so he used his connections to get her a job as an intern nurse at the nurse station, where she was usually only responsible for consulting, registering, and checking on patients.

Cheng Junjun didn’t come from a professional medical background, so she couldn’t do professional work and could only do this kind of dispensable “clerical work.”

…

After listening to Cheng Junjun’s story, Yang Chen didn’t know how to comfort her.

Based on Yang Chen’s personal experience, he felt that sons and daughters were really different.

Yang Chen’s maternal grandfather only had two daughters.

The graves of his maternal grandmother and grandfather are buried in their old home in the Northwest. It’s impossible for Yang Chen and his aunt to go there every year. They can only occasionally go to pay their respects. Usually, the weeds on his maternal grandfather and grandmother’s graves grow more than two meters high, and no one takes care of them.

On the other hand, Yang Chen goes to see the graves of his paternal grandparents and parents every month.

This stark contrast made Yang Chen feel that if he didn’t have a son, no one would take care of his grave in the future, and the weeds would grow three meters high.

Therefore, Yang Chen could understand Cheng Junjun’s grandfather’s desire for a grandson, but he couldn’t *zan cheng* [approve of/agree with] his approach.

This kind of thing is all about fate. It’s not like whoever wants a son will definitely have one, and having sons or daughters mainly depends on the man. It’s really wrong to *bi* [force] the daughter-in-law to death.

Having sons or daughters is already a sensitive topic. People have been arguing about it online for many years, and no one can convince anyone else.

It’s fine for everyone to have their own ideas. There’s no need to convince anyone else.

Yang Chen then said, “The older generation is stubborn. Don’t pay too much attention to them. Cheer up. We’re here.”

At this time, they had arrived at the Ribéry French Restaurant that Cheng Junjun had chosen.

Under the guidance of the waiter,

the two found a window seat and sat down.

For their first “date,” Cheng Junjun was embarrassed to order anything too expensive, so she only ordered a steak and pasta.

When Yang Chen saw that she was only eating this, he was embarrassed to order foie gras and caviar, so he also ordered a steak and pasta.

The two chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Not long after, a raggedy old man walked in with a girl of about ten years old, carrying a box of small cakes.

Although the old man was raggedy, the little girl was dressed very delicately.

The waiter looked disgusted, and his tone was impatient as he said, “What are you doing?”

The uncle smiled, his eyes darting around, obviously lacking confidence. He smiled and replied, “Today is my granddaughter’s tenth birthday, and I promised to take her out for a Western meal. I looked it up and they said the Western food here is relatively affordable. So I brought her here for a meal to celebrate her tenth birthday.”

The old man himself can be dilapidated, but his granddaughter must be neat and tidy. He must love his granddaughter very much.

The waiter said with disgust, “But you’re too dirty! You’re covered in the smell of sweat, which is affecting other diners, and if you dirty the tables and chairs, we have to clean them.”

The uncle quickly added, “Then can I get it to go? Is that okay?”

The waiter asked impatiently, “Okay, what do you want to order to go?”

The uncle was about to say steak when a slightly fat woman next to him covered her nose and said, “Yo! What’s that smell? It stinks! Waiter, did your toilet explode?”

The waiter quickly ran over to apologize.

“I’m sorry, a ragpicker came in, and he has a bit of a sweaty smell. I’ll have them wait outside. Sorry, sorry.”

The fat woman said with disgust, “This is a Western restaurant, after all. Pay attention to your image.”

Waiter: “Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry.”

After saying that, the waiter quickly ran over to signal the uncle to go out.

“You see, it’s not that I’m not letting you in, but other diners are complaining.”

The uncle was still too kind and replied with a guilty look, “I’m sorry, I make a living by picking up trash, so I usually dress like this. I didn’t mean to affect you. Then we’ll order a steak to go and wait outside. Is that okay?”

Waiter: “Sigh… what kind of steak?”

Uncle: “Well… what kind of steaks do you have?”

Waiter: “Black pepper, I guess.”

Uncle: “Okay! Black pepper it is.”

Waiter: “How well done?”

Uncle: “Huh? Shouldn’t it be well done? You’ll get diarrhea if it’s not cooked thoroughly.”

The waiter rolled his eyes and said, “Okay, I got it. 49 yuan [approximately $7 USD], pay first.”

The uncle quickly paid her.

“Wait here. Remember, you absolutely can’t go inside. Got it?” the waiter instructed.

Uncle: “Okay, okay.”

The waiter went inside with a look of disgust.

At this time, the little girl cried and said, “Grandpa, I don’t want to eat steak anymore. Let’s go home. I don’t want you to be bullied. Wuwu…”

The uncle looked gratified, his eyes filled with tears, and said, “Grandpa promised to take you out for a Western meal when you turned ten, and I have to keep my word. According to the customs of our hometown, we have to celebrate your tenth birthday in a big way. It’s a pity that Grandpa doesn’t have the ability to celebrate it in a big way for you. Don’t blame Grandpa, okay? It’s okay, Grandpa is used to it, it’s nothing.”

The little girl immediately pulled her grandfather to leave.

“I don’t want to eat it. I’ll never eat steak in my life. Let’s go home! Wuwu…”

Damn it, I just can’t stand this kind of sentimental scene.

Yang Chen and Cheng Junjun got up almost at the same time and walked out.

“Old man, come in and eat with us,” Cheng Junjun said.

Seeing how good the relationship was between this grandfather and granddaughter, Cheng Junjun was very envious.

Why can a ragpicker be so good to his granddaughter, while her family has such a good life, but her grandfather never *daijian*s [cares about/shows affection for] her?

This is what netizens often joke about, that her family has a “throne” to inherit and definitely wants to pass it on to a son and not a daughter.

The uncle quickly said, “No, no. I’ll disturb the other diners later, and it won’t be good if it affects their business.”

“Old man, you paid for it, so you should enjoy the restaurant’s service. It’s not like anyone is affecting anyone else. Come on, come in with us. If anyone dares to make you leave, I’ll stand up for you,” Yang Chen said.

Yang Chen pulled the old man, and Cheng Junjun pulled the little girl. The four of them came to the table and sat down.

The fat woman started *bibi*ing [nagging/complaining] again, saying, “What’s going on? Do you want people to eat or not? Are you the only ones who are noble and have compassion? Don’t you think about how his smell is affecting other people’s meals?”

Cheng Junjun immediately retorted, “Then your cheap perfume smells so strong that I can smell it from three tables away. Can I ask the restaurant to kick you out?”

The fat woman said unhappily, “What are you being so arrogant about? Is what you’re using very expensive?”

Cheng Junjun opened her handbag and took out the things inside to “show off” to her.

“Eyeliner, Chanel. Perfume, Chanel. Lipstick, Dior… oh, and this bag, Hermès limited edition, 170,000 yuan each [approximately $24,000 USD].”

After this round of “showing off,” the whole hall was silent.

Cheng Junjun put the things back and asked, “Do I have the right to *bishi* [look down on/despise] you now?”

The whole place was silent.

It seems that some young lady came out to experience life and helped when she saw injustice.

The fat woman looked embarrassed, then said in a low voice, “Who knows if it’s a fake.”

Then, she shouted, “Waiter! Come here quickly! Do you want people to eat or not? How can we eat in this environment?”

The waiter quickly ran over and apologized to the fat woman.

Then, the waiter ran over to blame the uncle, “Didn’t I tell you not to come in? Why did you come in again?”

The uncle panicked.

Yang Chen said, “We invited them in. He paid for it, so you should provide the necessary service. Why should they wait outside?”

Waiter: “But he’s dressed raggedly and smells of sweat, which affects other diners.”

Yang Chen: “Everyone has a sweaty smell, and everyone can tolerate it. It doesn’t cause any harm to the human body. But I’m allergic to pungent perfume. Can I ask you to kick out all the people who are wearing perfume? If I’m hospitalized because of a perfume allergy, you’ll have to bear legal responsibility!”

Waiter: “No… handsome guy, you’re just arguing.”

Yang Chen: “Didn’t you start arguing first? It’s not okay to have a sweaty smell, but the marinated smell of cheap perfume mixed with sweat is noble? Everyone is an ordinary person. Why should ordinary people make things difficult for each other?”

The waiter was speechless by Yang Chen’s rebuttal, and the other diners were embarrassed to speak.

At this time, the boss came.

“Everyone, what’s going on? Yo, what’s that smell?” the boss said with disgust.

The waiter quickly *tianyoujiaocu*ed [embellished/exaggerated] and reported the situation to the boss.

The boss took out a tissue, covered his nose and mouth, and said to Yang Chen, “Your meal is free. Hurry up and leave. I know it’s not appropriate to drive you away, but I can’t let a few of you affect the mood of all the guests. I’m in business, so of course I have to prioritize the majority of customers. I don’t care about the very few customers.”

“Then you’re going to be disappointed. You can’t drive away these very few customers if you want to. If we don’t finish this meal today, try driving one of us away,” Yang Chen said tit-for-tat.

“Hey! Are you trying to cause trouble for me? I, Chen Zhiyue, have been running this restaurant for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared to come here to cause trouble. If you want to play nice, I’ll play nice with you. If you want to play dirty, I’ll play dirty with you. Don’t cause trouble for yourself!” the boss said arrogantly.

“Okay! I want to see both the nice and the dirty. There are too many people here now, so it’s not good to show the dirty side. Let me see the nice side first,” Yang Chen said with a smile.

“Okay! Wait! Zhang Yun, go upstairs to the private room and call Chen the lawyer down,” Chen Zhiyue said.

The waiter next to him nodded and quickly ran upstairs to call Chen the lawyer.

Chen Zhiyue said with a smug look, “Chen the lawyer is a famous disciple of the great lawyer Zhang Xiang. As long as he performs normally, you’ll be detained for ten and a half days for causing trouble here.”

Cheng Junjun: “Zhang Xiang? The one who claims he can send the opposing lawyer to jail too?”

Chen Zhiyue: “Hey, that’s him. His disciple Chen Baoqiang is my good buddy. Are you scared now?”

Cheng Junjun was really a little scared.

Zhang Xiang has never lost a lawsuit and even claims that he can send the opposing lawyer to jail.

If he really gets involved, she and Yang Chen might really be in trouble.

A good lawyer can turn big things into small things, and he can also turn small things into big things, depending on what the client needs.

“I gave you a free meal just now, but you didn’t leave. Now you don’t have a chance. You have to pay the bill before you can leave,” Chen Zhiyue said smugly.

The fat woman next to him said gloatingly, “Great, you tried to act cool but ended up as a defendant.”

The other diners also *yilunfenfen* [chattered/gossiped].

“They’re just meddling in other people’s business, as if they’re the only ones with compassion.”

“Although I also feel sorry for them, they really don’t belong in this kind of place. It’s too unappetizing.”

“It’s good this way. After suffering this loss, they won’t dare to meddle in other people’s business in the future.”

…

The uncle quickly got up and said, “Young man, girl, thank you. Don’t cause trouble for us grandparents. We’ll just wait outside.”

Yang Chen quickly said, “Old man, just sit down and eat your steak. Don’t worry about anything else. If I have the guts to bring you in, I have the confidence to let you leave safely. Don’t worry, celebrate your little granddaughter’s birthday.”

The uncle asked with a worried look, “Really won’t cause you any trouble?”

Yang Chen shook his head with a smile and said, “No! Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Chen Zhiyue sneered and said, “Still acting cool? Everyone is watching. It’s not that I’m bullying customers, and my attitude has always been very good, but they just refuse to leave and insist on staying here to affect everyone’s appetite. So, I have to take some measures against him. Don’t worry, it’s only aimed at this kind of rogue, not at other customers.”

The diners expressed their understanding.

You can see that the other diners don’t want the uncle and granddaughter to come in to eat, but they’re all better at pretending, unlike that fat woman who said it directly.

Again, why should ordinary people make things difficult for each other?

If you can’t come in to eat if you have a sweaty smell, then those diners who exude a marinated smell of perfume and sweat shouldn’t come in even more. That smell is really overpowering and harmful to the body. It’s disgusting to smell too much.

Yang Chen chuckled and said, “You’re playing this game with me? Then I think you should close this shop.”

“Damn it! Are you trying to scare me? I’ve been running this shop for more than ten years. What kind of people haven’t I seen? Do you think you can scare me?” Chen Zhiyue roared.

At this time, Chen Baoqiang came down.

Chen Zhiyue quickly told him what had happened.

Chen Baoqiang nodded with a smile and said, “This is easy to handle. With his behavior of disturbing public order, I’m confident that he’ll be detained for the crime of provoking trouble. As brothers, I’m definitely helping with this.”

Chen Zhiyue was overjoyed and said, “Great! Come on, that kid is over there. Brother, it’s up to you!”

Chen Zhiyue led Chen Baoqiang to Yang Chen.

“That’s him! Brother, it’s up to you!” Chen Zhiyue pointed at Yang Chen.

The tipsy Chen the lawyer immediately sobered up a lot and bowed to say hello.

“Mr. Yang, why is it you? What a coincidence.”

Chen Zhiyue was shocked and quickly asked, “Brother, do you know him?”

Chen Baoqiang immediately asked with a puzzled look, “Who are you? Who are you calling brother? I just came here to eat. Don’t try to climb the social ladder.”

Chen Zhiyue was shocked, and the staff and waiters in the store were also dumbfounded.

Is this the disciple of the great lawyer Zhang Xiang?

The speed of changing faces is faster than a woman’s change of heart!

He changed his face in an instant.

Chen Zhiyue: “Brother, what are you doing? I…”

Chen Baoqiang: “Boss, I warn you not to talk nonsense, or I can sue you for defamation. Who is brothers with a bastard? Who are you insulting? Mr. Chen, do you want me to handle it, or should I call my master and let him handle it?”

Yang Chen said with a smile, “You are a disciple of Lawyer Zhang and also the backbone of the firm in the future. I want to see your ability, so I’ll leave this matter to you. If the result satisfies me, you’ll have a bright future. If the result doesn’t satisfy me, even if you’re a disciple of Lawyer Zhang, I’m afraid it will be difficult for you to have a chance to succeed.”

Chen Baoqiang was overjoyed and said, “Mr. Yang, don’t worry, I’ll definitely screw him over to death. A shutdown for rectification is a must. I’ll also post it online and let netizens *bao* [expose/criticize] them, so they can’t stay open like a certain state banquet [referencing a scandal where a state banquet was criticized for being too extravagant].”

“Haha… you have something. I’m optimistic about your future. You may be more *lihai* [capable/skilled] than your master,” Yang Chen praised.

Chen Baoqiang replied excitedly, “How can I compare to my master? It would be great if I could catch up to half of him. Mr. Yang, please continue your meal and ignore them. I’ll communicate with them.”

Yang Chen nodded with satisfaction and motioned for the stunned Cheng Junjun and others to continue their meal.

Chen Zhiyue was puzzled and asked, “Who is he? Why are you like this?”

Chen Baoqiang replied, “He is Mr. Yang Chen, the third shareholder of our firm, who is on an equal footing with my master. You should be grateful that he didn’t let my master come over. If my master came, it wouldn’t be as simple as the store not being able to stay open. People would have to go in!”

Everyone looked at Yang Chen in shock. Now they finally know why he has the confidence to be so tough here. It turns out that he is a big shot on an equal footing with Zhang Xiang.

Cheng Junjun asked with a smile, “You are the third shareholder of Zhang Sanfeng Law Firm?”

Yang Chen nodded.

“Wow, I really couldn’t tell. I knew you were so tough for a reason. It turns out you have a backing. Hee hee… then we don’t have to be afraid. Let’s celebrate the little girl’s birthday in peace,” Cheng Junjun said with a smile.

Chen Zhiyue was not convinced and immediately took out his phone to call his older brother, Chen Zhichao.

“Brother, I’m being bullied. Someone is here to cause trouble at the restaurant. Please bring those security guards to help me. And that boss of yours, didn’t you say he was very powerful? Please ask him to help me.”

“Who is it? Ask him what he does, causing trouble at the restaurant!”

“He said he is the third shareholder of Zhang Sanfeng Law Firm, named… Yang… Yang Chen!”

“What? Yang Chen? Is he a tall guy of 185 [centimeters], with a slicked-back hairstyle, a high nose bridge, a strong build, clear muscle lines on his arms, wearing a Louis Vuitton white shirt and suit pants?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Brother, you’re amazing. Do you have clairvoyance? How did you see him?”

“Damn it! You bastard, he’s my boss!”

“Ah!”

The arrogant Chen Zhiyue looked at Yang Chen with a shocked expression, thinking to himself, “I’m done for.”