Song Musen returned to the city, where he tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.
In his mind, he turned over the words Ye Xi had said to him, feeling as if his chest was blocked by a fire that he couldn't relieve.
In a daze, he recalled the multimillion-dollar Bentley that had appeared at the entrance of the village.
Even though it had just passed by, he couldn't drive that car out of his mind.
In the small village of Wumei Town, there were only a few dozen households, and although he didn't visit often and mostly did so unwillingly, he had never heard of any family having powerful relatives.
And that imported Bentley cost at least 8 million.
For a young CEO like him, who owned a publicly-listed company, even an 8 million luxury car wasn't necessarily easy to come by. What kind of entrepreneur must one be to drive such a high-profile luxury car in and out of a small mountain village?
Gradually, Song Musen felt the luxury car looked increasingly familiar.
