Chapter 8

Zhou Qingluo’s provocation didn’t anger Song Ling. He stood in place and looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head with a chuckle, lowered the sun visor, took out his key and prepared to start the scooter and leave.

At this time, Song Ling slowly reported a number: “188*****.”

Zhou Qingluo loosened the accelerator and lifted the sun visor that was just lowered. He looked back at him in disbelief, “How do you know my phone number?”

Song Ling raised an eyebrow and took the opportunity to take his keys.

Zhou Qingluo: “Give it back!”

Song Ling played with the keys and answered his question, “That day, you wrote down your phone number and gave it to me.”

While talking, he imitated his actions.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered when he chased Song Ling out of the internet café and felt a bit embarrassed, arguing back: “But I took it back.”

“I don’t forget.”

Zhou Qingluo perfunctorily gave him a thumbs up.

“I’m lying, I went to your backend and asked for your number.”

“…” Zhou Qingluo gave him an eye roll, “Give my keys back, I still have things to do.”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized the huge information contained in Song Ling’s sentence.

“Wait, wait, you hacked our backend? In order to get my number?”

So, the person that kept the programmers busy the whole morning and the whole city’s deliverymen idle did it for such a crap reason?

“It only took ten minutes, and I also accidentally discovered a huge loophole, leaving some evidence for your useless programmers.” Song Ling shook the keys in his hand, “Guess your platform has been repaired?”

Zhou Qingluo couldn’t describe how he felt at this moment, staring at him dumbly, secretly thinking no wonder why he was the villain. His thinking was truly different from that of ordinary people.

Song Ling: “If you encountered a ruthless hacker, your security deposit would’ve been transferred away, rider information leaked, and the platform would soon go bankrupt.”

“…”

“Zhou Qingluo, don’t look at me like that. I’m an honest person.”

Honest person? Zhou Qingluo couldn’t help but sneer and mock in his heart, ‘Wake up! You’re the one that’s going to destroy global network in the future!’

But all of this had nothing to do with him. Song Ling naturally had the white moonlight to save him, and the destruction of the web wouldn’t happen. Everything was fine and dandy as long as he didn’t become Song Ling’s substitute.

Zhou Qingluo waved a fist at him and smiled, “Then thank you, strong man. Can you return my keys to me now?”

“Then help me send these snail noodles back to where I live.”

“Not sending.”

“I calculated the probability and ordered 20 bowls of snail noodles until you picked up an order. According to my calculations, you can only earn up to 500 a day.”

“Give me back my keys.” You’re right, you’re right.

“If you help me deliver this, I’ll give you 1000.”

“I cannot be tempted by wealth and honor.”

“5000.”

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a while before putting on a very professional smile. He got off the scooter and opened the delivery box, “Where to?”

Song Ling raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you unmoved by wealth and honor?”

“That’s because it wasn’t wealthy enough.”

Song Ling: “…”

Zhou Qingluo pulled out the payment QR code and showed it to Song Ling, “Scan and pay.”

“Mine only supports WeChat friend transfers.”

“This code lets you pay without adding friends.”

“I rewrote the program to only support friend transfers. Strangers can’t receive a penny.”

Zhou Qingluo who didn’t know much about computers, but Song Ling was able to hack their backend in ten minutes, so it wasn’t strange for him to add this setting to the transfer function.

Although he didn’t want anything to do with Song Ling, for the 5000 yuan, he graciously added Song Ling’s WeChat.

Song Ling suddenly wanted to laugh.

This guy was pretty interesting.

The two successfully added friends and Zhou Qingluo immediately said, “Okay, you can pay now.”

After Song Ling transferred the money, Zhou Qingluo flashed him a smile, “Boss is great.”

He suddenly realized: anyone could be a sycophant as long as there was enough money.

Zhou Qingluo had just stepped onto his scooter when Song Ling grabbed his shoulder and supported himself onto the backseat.

Zhou Qingluo: “Increase 50 per person.”

“Deal.”

Zhou Qingluo didn’t haggle, set the navigation, and set off.

Song Ling tapped the smiling sunflower that was Zhou Qingluo’s profile picture and put his phone away in satisfaction.

“Zhou Qingluo, if you dare delete my WeChat, I’ll hack your phone and transfer all of your money away.”

Zhou Qingluo had a wild imagination as an artist. He couldn’t help but picture Song Ling as a cartoon image, waving his claws like a profligate wolf.

He was amused by his own imagination, “Don’t be like this, you’re an honest person.”

Song Ling glanced at the swaying sunflower on Zhou Qingluo’s helmet and couldn’t help curl the corners of his mouth, the arc so slight even he didn’t notice.

Carrying twenty bowls of snail noodles, Zhou Qingluo felt like he was a fertilizer sprayer.

However, Song Ling was even more like fertilizer than him. The delivery box couldn’t hold all twenty, so Song Ling could only hold two in each hand.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Ling’s face that was black like the bottom of a pot through the rearview mirror and couldn’t resist laughing, “F*ck, it’s like picking sh*t!”

Song Ling: “…”

Zhou Qingluo, “I wasn’t talking about you. It was me.”

Song Ling’s face darkened even more.

Fortunately, Song Ling’s house wasn’t too far away and they reached their destination before they fainted from the smell.

Song Ling lived in the group of villas at the bottom of Hongtong Mountain. In front was Yangliu Lake, and the whole place had good fengshui with mountains and rivers.

The neighborhood was heavily guarded, and Zhou Qingluo was stopped outside just by the stench.

The security guard was a young man and frowned as he spoke, “I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to enter unless you live in the community.”

Zhou Qingluo turned and said to Song Ling, “Aish, they won’t let us in. Why don’t you run a few more times and carry it in yourself?”

Song Ling got off the scooter with his hands full of snail noodles, glancing at the security guard lightly.

The security guard immediately greeted him with a smile, “So it was Second Young Master Song, but the community stipulates…” deliverymen cannot enter.

Song Ling interrupted, “There is no such rule.”

“…”

Song Ling walked to the door and it opened automatically. He held the snail noodles, blocked the door with his body, and nodded at Zhou Qingluo, “Come in.”

Zhou Qingluo looked at the security guard in embarrassment, “Sorry, I’m getting paid to do this.”

After saying that, he started the scooter and drove in.

The security guard rolled his eyes wildly in the aftersmoke of snail noodles. If the manager saw him let a deliveryman in, he would have his salary deducted this month.

It was rumored that Second Young Master Song wasn’t a normal person, and it sure was true. He was 108,000 miles away from his brother, but it was a pity that Eldest Young Master Song was sickly. It would be great if the two brothers could swap bodies.

(TN: Reference to Journey to the West.)

Zhou Qingluo’s scooter drove into the community, looking Song Ling up and down and sighing in admiration, “Amazing, you can open the community gate with your mind!”

He was sincerely complimenting him. After all, Song Ling was a hacker. Who knew how many hacking programs he had.

Song Ling looked at him speechlessly: “You can enter through facial recognition.”

Zhou Qingluo laughed, “Oh, I thought you hacked it.”

Song Ling looked at the guy laughing uproariously and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, “Zhou Qingluo, do you not have much education?”

“…” You are the tech boss, you’re the greatest.

The community was large with basically all single-family villas of European style. The greenery inside was like a garden. Rather than a community, it was more like a beautiful private scenic spot.

Zhou Qingluo rode to the front of a mansion.

At first, he thought it was the royal palace, but it turned out that even villas in the same community had kings.

The butler in uniform hurriedly ran over to open the door. Zhou Qingluo walked in, and when he saw the whole scene, he was dumbfounded.

This really was the royal f*cking palace.

Zhou Qingluo: “You live here?”

“En.”

“Can I take a picture?”

As a qualified professional artist, how could Zhou Qingluo let go of anything beautiful? This was the source of his inspiration.

Song Ling was originally standing in front of him, but when he heard this, he silently moved away.

After Zhou Qingluo finished snapping photos, he followed Song Ling through the door.

The nanny pinched her nose and frowned, “Second Young Master, I’m afraid this smell is too much for the master and wife.”

Song Ling didn’t even glance at her, walking in with his snail noodles. Zhou Qingluo also carried four boxes, following behind Song Ling.

The exterior was magnificent and resplendent, and the interior was the same. A brick in someone else’s house was worth the entirety of your apartment.

Creating a well-matched scene with the middle-aged man and woman dressed luxuriously on the sofa.

The man was called Song Zhaoguang, the chairman of Baomu Group and also Song Ling’s father. The woman was Song Xuelian, the first-generation daughter of the Baomu Group and Song Zhaoguang’s wife.

They frequently appeared in front of the media and were deeply affectionate.

Song Ling walked in front of them, placing the snail noodles on the coffee table, “I bought breakfast for everyone.”

Zhou Qingluo: “…” Bear child.

(TN: A child that is unruly and cannot be controlled.)

Song Xuelian clutched her nose and walked away. After two steps, she turned her head around contemptuously, “As expected of father and son, bringing home all kinds of garbage.”

Song Zhaoguang immediately apologized, “Xuelian, why don’t you go up and rest first.”

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt that it wasn’t too much for Song Ling to spray the snail noodles onto her finely powdered face.

After Song Zhaoguang finished placating his wife, his face immediately darkened and he rushed angrily in front of Song Ling, “What are you doing? You just have to anger me to death, don’t you?!”

Song Ling sat down on the carpet, slowly opening the lid of the snail noodles in front of him.

The cheap plastic cover was stained with a layer of red chili oil, the unique smell of sour bamboo shoots and peas extremely strong.

Song Zhaoguang looked at Zhou Qingluo and said with displeasure, “Take these things out.”

Zhou Qingluo: “…” Father and son were arguing, what did it have to do with him?

Song Ling smiled mockingly and opened the disposable tableware, picked up some snail noodles, and raised an eyebrow provocatively at Song Zhaoguang.

“Did you dare to yell at others like this back when you were still a porter delivering goods? Shouldn’t you bootlick like you did just now?”

Song Zhaoguang was furious and snatched away Song Ling’s chopsticks, breaking them in half, “Song Ling, I’m warning you. Don’t be as ignorant as your b*tch mother.”

Song Ling was unmoved and took out another pair of disposable chopsticks, saying lazily: “After marrying into the woman’s family, you’ve forgotten your humble origins. Fortunately, her surname is also Song, or the children would have the woman’s surname instead.”

Zhou Qingluo understood that Song Ling asked him to deliver food today simply to infuriate his father.

He couldn’t help but admire Song Ling’s language ability. In just a few words, he peeled apart Song Zhaoguang’s background with a tone full of sarcasm.

Song Zhaoguang fetched a leather whip from somewhere, looking at Song Ling as if he was some unlucky thing and raised his whip.

The sound of the whip slicing through air was very intimidating.

Zhou Qingluo: “Hey, what are you doing? Domestic violence!”

Song Zhaoguang was so angry and didn’t bother to maintain surface pleasantries at all, “None of your damn business! Get lost!”

“Do you know about domestic violence laws? You’re so arrogant, do the police know?”

While Song Zhaoguang was distracted, Song Ling lifted his head to look at him. His eyes were cold as he mocked, “Hit me.”

Song Zhaoguang was so angry his face flushed, trembling all over. His hands remained in the air before he finally threw the whip to the ground in a fury.

Last time he hit Song Ling, he didn’t fight back and simply hacked the company’s system with a turn of his hand, sending their financials to the tax bureau, causing them to pay hundreds of millions in penalties.

Song Ling was born rebellious, and his eyes were even more ruthless than a wolf cub. He was a lunatic that didn’t recognize family.

At Jiang Shiyan’s banquet the other day, Song Ling went to cause a scene, admitting that he was a disgusting homosexual and losing all his face. If he dared to eat snail noodles and affect Song Jinyi’s blood transfusion, he will beat this bastard to death.

Zhou Qingluo didn’t expect to see a bloody family drama just from delivering food.

He put down the last bowl and was about to leave when he inadvertently glanced at Song Ling.

His head was lowered, eyes gloomy, a cold smile on the corners of his lips. He was like a beaten beast, about to stand up and fight back the next moment, rushing to bite the enemy’s throat.

He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Song Zhaoguang, the smile on his face disappearing.

Song Zhaoguang halted and took a step back subconsciously. Although his actions were cowardly, his momentum remained unchanged. He gritted his teeth and scolded, “Bastard, you try taking a bite of this thing today!”

Song Ling suddenly laughed, “The child of a beast is also a beast, isn’t it?”

Zhou Qingluo: “…” Enough, did they treat him as a transparent person? Exposing the grievances of the wealthy so brazenly, were they not afraid he would tell reporters?

Zhou Qingluo couldn’t watch any longer. Although Song Ling wasn’t much better, this Song Zhaoguang was really trash.

He tugged on Song Ling’s arm, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat authentic snail noodles.”

He glanced at Song Zhaoguang disdainfully and said, “The takeout noodles are soft now and don’t taste good.”