How A Ride-Hailing Driver Comes To Dominate The World? [EN]: Chapter 479

Assassinating Yang Chen

Huo Song’s companion was a woman named Wu Yuchen, the daughter of Wu Zhen, the head of the Wu family in Hangzhou.

The Wu and Huo families had a long-standing, close relationship, deeply involved in tomb raiding and smuggling cultural relics and antiques since the Republic of China era.

While the Huo family has evolved into a legitimate art trading company, they secretly maintain a network involved in tomb raiding.

The Wu family ostensibly operates a chain of antique shops, but they also engage in murder and robbery. If they want something, they’ll stop at nothing to get it.

Wu Yuchen had been infatuated with Huo Song since childhood, but he wasn’t interested in her due to her appearance and always treated her coldly.

Huo En’guo, seeking to use the Wu family’s ruthlessness against Yang Chen and his elder brother Huo Enze, pressured his son to feign interest in Wu Yuchen.

Wu Yuchen, having harbored feelings for Huo Song for over a decade, finally had her dream man pursuing her. Aware of his ulterior motives, she accepted his advances nonetheless.

Perhaps she was simply a simp [a person who does anything for someone they are attracted to].

“What, are you falling for me?” Huo Song teased.

Wu Yuchen quickly denied it. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re the only man I’m interested in.”

“I used to be young and foolish, thinking I needed a wife who was fair-skinned, beautiful, with long legs, big breasts, a small waist, and a fat butt. Now I realize that’s superficial. A wife should be a partner, someone who can help you. I hope it’s not too late for me to understand that,” Huo Song said, striking a pose of enlightenment.

Whether his words were genuine or not, Wu Yuchen was thrilled to hear them.

“Don’t worry, leave this to me. I’ll take care of him for you,” Wu Yuchen said confidently.

On the other side, Yang Chen and Zhao Yiyi were also talking.

Zhao Yiyi recounted her history with Huo Song.

In the antique and art trade, middlemen connect sellers with buyers, earning a commission.

Zhao Yiyi’s family had been in this business since her great-grandfather’s time.

Being a middleman allows for manipulation, profiting from both sides. Like unscrupulous brokers, they take commissions from both buyer and seller, an outrageous practice.

Perhaps due to the ill-gotten gains, Zhao Kun had seven children, but five sons died young, and his eldest daughter had intellectual disabilities. Only Zhao Yiyi, the youngest, was healthy, fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs.

Zhao Kun believed his ancestors’ sins were being visited upon him. For Zhao Yiyi’s safety, he forbade her from continuing in the business.

He wanted her to attend a prestigious university and work a nine-to-five office job.

But “constant exposure influences one’s character.” Living in that environment, Zhao Yiyi couldn’t focus on studying.

She failed the college entrance exam three times.

Eventually, Zhao Kun resigned himself to fate and stopped pushing her to go to college.

However, he still didn’t want her in the antique business.

Zhao Yiyi disagreed. She believed retribution should fall on the tomb raiders, not the middlemen.

The deaths of her five brothers remained a mystery.

Her eldest sister’s intellectual problems appeared around age five, after being normal.

Zhao Yiyi often suspected a conspiracy but had no proof.

Since her father disapproved, she was determined to continue.

In the antique and art industry, there’s a saying: “No business for three years, then one deal feeds you for three years.”

Zhao Yiyi exemplified this. She found unusual items and used her beauty and charm to sell them for exorbitant prices, buying for 5,000 yuan and selling for 500,000 yuan.

Earlier in the year, Zhao Yiyi sold a jade Guanyin [a Bodhisattva associated with compassion] to Huo Song for 250,000 yuan.

Huo Song, blinded by lust, paid without thinking.

He hoped to sleep with Zhao Yiyi, but she blocked him after receiving the money.

Afterward, Huo Song regretted it and had the jade Guanyin appraised. It was worth at most 50,000 yuan.

Huo Song was furious and demanded a refund.

If Zhao Kun were alive, his connections would have deterred Huo Song.

However, Zhao Kun had an accident two months prior. A shipment of antiques and cultural relics was stolen, causing him to lose everything and collapse.

Huo Song threatened Zhao Yiyi to return 150,000 yuan, or he would use the Huo family’s power against her.

Zhao Yiyi couldn’t confront the Huo family, but she didn’t want to return the money.

The antique and art industry tests one’s judgment. Bad purchases are the buyer’s fault.

If people regretted every bad deal, there would be constant conflicts.

Zhao Yiyi stalled, avoiding a direct refusal or refund.

After listening to Zhao Yiyi’s story, Yang Chen smiled. “The Huo family is shameless. If he profited, would he give you a cut?”

“Exactly! Huo Song is classless, bullying me with the Huo family’s backing. Damn him!” Zhao Yiyi said indignantly, beckoning Yang Chen closer.

Yang Chen: “What? Just say it.”

Zhao Yiyi whispered, “Do you know the girl next to Huo Song, and her background?”

Yang Chen shook his head.

Zhao Yiyi: “Her name is Wu Yuchen, from the Wu family in Hangzhou, responsible for their capital business. The Wu family does shady things. They run art shops, but they also commit murder, robbery, tomb raiding, and smuggling.”

Yang Chen frowned, feeling uneasy.

Zhao Yiyi: “Wu Yuchen has always liked Huo Song, but he’s never been interested. Now they’re dating. I bet Huo Song wants to use the Wu family’s ruthless people to deal with someone.”

Deal with whom?

Yang Chen suspected the Huo family wanted to use the Wu family against him.

Yang Chen smiled. “In this day and age, they still dare to do such things?”

Zhao Yiyi: “We live in a society ruled by law, but people still die inexplicably or disappear. You can’t deny that.”

Yang Chen: “I can’t.”

Zhao Yiyi: “So, don’t underestimate the Wu family. Their killers are well-hidden. You wouldn’t know one if he was standing in front of you.”

Yang Chen: “Heh heh… What about you? You’re approaching me deliberately. Are you a killer from the Wu family?”

Zhao Yiyi: “I just told you everything, and you didn’t listen. My family are middlemen, not killers. Besides, why would I kill a ride-hailing driver? Who would pay me?”

Yang Chen: “Then why are you approaching me so deliberately?”

Zhao Yiyi: “Because you’re handsome. Is that good enough? Everyone has a type. You’re the man who makes my heart flutter. Follow me, and I’ll give you 100,000 yuan a month for living expenses.”

Yang Chen couldn’t read minds, so he couldn’t tell if she was sincere.

However, vigilance was necessary.

Yang Chen: “I appreciate it, but I don’t need to live off a woman.”

Zhao Yiyi: “It’s not living off a woman! It’s true love. I want to earn money for you to spend.”

Yang Chen: “Forget it. Let’s eat.”

An hour later, Yang Chen was full.

“I’m done. Goodbye, or goodbye forever,” Yang Chen said, getting up.

Zhao Yiyi grabbed her bag and chased after him. “You’re just leaving me like that?”

Yang Chen: “What else? I have to drive to earn money to marry a wife.”

Zhao Yiyi: “Haha… Marry me. I don’t want money. I’ll pay you.”

Damn!

If Yang Chen were a loser, he’d jump at the chance.

But, with his current status, he has to choose a girl he has feelings for.

Like Zhao Yiyi said, only a few people can make your heart flutter.

Seeing Yang Chen leave, Huo Song smiled at Wu Yuchen.

Wu Yuchen blinked, then texted a message.

“It’s done. Enjoy your meal. Leave the rest to my people. I guarantee the mission will be completed,” Wu Yuchen said confidently.

Huo Song: “Hehe… okay. Afterward, we’ll get engaged, and I’ll give your family 88.88 million yuan as a bride price.”

Wu Yuchen: “Hehe… then it’s settled.”

Outside, Yang Chen and Zhao Yiyi arrived at the parking lot.

“How much can you earn in one night?” Zhao Yiyi asked.

Yang Chen: “It’s hard to say. I usually go home after 3-5 rides.”

Zhao Yiyi: “How about I give you 50,000 yuan to skip driving tonight? Accompany me to the mall and watch a midnight movie.”

Yang Chen shook his head. “I have to pick up my cousin later.”

Zhao Yiyi’s smile faltered. Being rejected after being so forward was embarrassing.

“Okay. I’ll place an order and see if it can be assigned to you again,” Zhao Yiyi said, opening the Bilibili app [a Chinese video sharing website] to place an order.

The system assigned Zhao Yiyi’s order to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen accepted and called Zhao Yiyi to get in the car.

An older woman moving her car nearby shouted, “Handsome, can you help me move my car? I’m sorry, my driving skills aren’t good. I’ve been trying for ten minutes.”

It was a small favor, so Yang Chen agreed.

The older woman happily got out. “Thank you.”

Yang Chen: “No problem.”

Yang Chen walked toward the driver’s seat. As he bent down, he saw a flash of cold light behind him and jumped aside.

“Be careful!” Zhao Yiyi shouted, lunging to hug the older woman.

The older woman held a 10-centimeter-long sharp knife, about to stab Yang Chen’s back.

Zhao Yiyi’s lunge was timely. The older woman threw down the knife and ran, but the knife was stained with blood.

Yang Chen’s bodyguards rushed over and pinned the older woman down.

Yang Chen could have dodged the knife. Zhao Yiyi had overreacted.

As Yang Chen approached to question the older woman, Zhao Yiyi collapsed.

Yang Chen caught Zhao Yiyi and saw her abdomen stained with blood.

“Don’t move! Lie down!” Yang Chen said nervously.

Zhao Yiyi grabbed his hand and asked with a wry smile, “Now do you believe I fell in love with you at first sight? It’s a pity… you’re just a ride-hailing driver. Why would anyone want to kill you? Hehe… it doesn’t matter…”

There was no countdown timer on Zhao Yiyi’s head, indicating that she wouldn’t die within 24 hours.

Yang Chen: “Lie down. I’ll save you. Don’t give up. When you get better, I’ll take you to the movies, a midnight showing, even an adult one, if you want.”

Zhao Yiyi laughed, enduring the pain. “Shameless! Who wants to watch an adult movie with you? Just a romance movie…”

Yang Chen: “A romantic action movie.”

Zhao Yiyi laughed, and blood gurgled from the wound.

Yang Chen laid Zhao Yiyi on the ground and got the gold needles from the car.

He had to stop the bleeding and keep her alive until the ambulance arrived.

“What… what is this?” Zhao Yiyi asked.

Yang Chen: “Don’t talk. Be quiet. Trust me. You’ll be fine. I promise.”

Zhao Yiyi: “I might not be able to hold on…”

Yang Chen: “Why did you rush up? Are you as brain-damaged as your older sister?”

Zhao Yiyi: “You’re so handsome. It would be a pity if you had a scar. I’m lucky to have met you, and it’s a pity to leave you this way. I’m leaving first. Don’t forget me in the next life. You have to repay me with your body.”

Yang Chen inserted a needle into her adrenal gland to secrete adrenaline to help her hold on.

The bodyguard walked over. “Mr. Yang, I’ve called the ambulance. It will be here soon. What should we do with this woman?”

Yang Chen: “Hand her over to Qiu Hongqiang. I need to know who’s behind her.”

The bodyguard nodded and called Qiu Hongqiang.

Qiu Hongqiang, hearing about the assassination attempt, rushed over without shoes.

Over ten minutes later, the ambulance took Zhao Yiyi away.

Yang Chen followed.

After two hours of treatment, Zhao Yiyi was saved.

She was still unconscious from the anesthesia.

Qiu Hongqiang tortured the older woman, but she refused to talk, her willpower impressive.

However, she had tried to kill Yang Chen, so he had to find out who was behind her.

Since direct torture didn’t work, he would target her relatives and friends.

He had to make her confess.

Wu Yuchen was watching a movie with Huo Song when her subordinate sent a message.

“Mission failed. Li Mei was captured.”

To avoid disappointing Huo Song, Wu Yuchen didn’t tell him the truth.

Since Li Mei had failed, she would send others. She had to kill Yang Chen.

Sorry everyone, I had some things to do these past two days and didn’t update. I’m resuming updates now, and I’ll update two chapters tomorrow, with a minimum of 12,000 words.