“I’m not kidding you, Lao Wang,” Zhang Wenyuan pulled a motorcycle key from his desk drawer and tossed it to Wang Tianxiao. “I’ve been riding this bike for two years and I was thinking of getting a new one. I don’t want to sell the old one cheaply, so you can ride it. That way, it’ll be much easier for you to come up and deliver things every day.”

“But…” Wang Tianxiao felt that he couldn’t keep up with Zhang Wenyuan’s thoughts. Logically speaking, he was just a prey seller. If it weren’t for Zhang Wenyuan’s unconventional behavior, or if he hadn’t been reborn, someone of his status would probably never have been able to catch up with Zhang Wenyuan.

Zhang Wenyuan had no reason to be so enthusiastic towards him.

He wanted to hitch a ride on Zhang Wenyuan's coattails, but he didn't expect things to go so fast. How did things develop to this point? Even though it was a second-hand motorcycle, it remained very popular until the 1990s, and its second-hand price actually increased instead of decreasing.

“There’s no ‘buts’,” Zhang Wenyuan laughed heartily. “We just hit it off. I liked you the moment I saw you, Lao Wang. Talking to you is very comfortable, like talking to an old friend I’ve known for years. You said you’re a forest ranger, right? But I don’t think you are. Your knowledge and conversation are more like those of a seasoned veteran who has been in the world for many years.”

"No, Mr. Zhang, you have Buddha in your heart, and you see everyone as a Bodhisattva." Wang Tianxiao thought to himself that Zhang Wenyuan was indeed a wise person, and he realized so quickly that he was ahead of his time.

He had read in a book that the same scenery and things appear completely different to different people. Successful people are often more likely to see details and unique aspects.

Clearly, Zhang Wenyuan is this type of person.

"See, see, you even know this story, and you still say you don't. Fine, here, you can ride the motorcycle, consider it a loan, okay? Your Wangjia Village is nearly 20 kilometers from here, riding a bicycle is too tiring and time-consuming, a motorcycle will be much more convenient. If you keep being polite, I won't be happy."

“But this is really too expensive. A motorcycle is not a bicycle. I can’t afford it.” Wang Tianxiao was still refusing.

"Old Wang, why are you being so long-winded when I give you things? If you're going to be this stubborn, then we don't need to continue. I don't want your wild game and deer blood anymore."

As he spoke, Zhang Wenyuan began to show signs of anger.

Wang Tianxiao was a bit confused by this guy. Was this guy forcing a duck onto a shelf to deliver something, implying that he couldn't do business if he didn't accept it?

Since they insist on giving it to me, I might as well accept it.

He had no reason to refuse.

You won't lose out.

"Then... should I accept it?"

“That’s it,” Zhang Wenyuan laughed. “It should have been like this a long time ago. To be honest, I think you’re no ordinary person. Things change, and I’m optimistic about your future.”

Wang Tianxiao smiled wryly, "Mr. Zhang's words make me feel utterly ashamed. Compared to you, I am but a firefly's light amidst a sky full of stars..."

"Look, an ordinary person can say such things. Don't try to play the honest guy with me. I, Zhang Wenyuan, may not be good at anything else, but I have my own way of judging people. If I say you're good, then you're good."

“Well… I’ll take your kind words,” Wang Tianxiao said, standing up when he felt it was about time. “There are many ways to prepare deer blood, but I suggest mixing it into deer blood wine for the best effect. Just mix it in a 1:4 ratio.”

After a slight pause, he added, "Fresh deer blood can only be stored for about a week. Be careful not to let it expire, or it will become completely ineffective."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

"Then I'll be going now."

"Come on, I'll get your car." Zhang Wenyuan walked out from behind, putting his hand on Wang Tianxiao's shoulder, as if the two were old friends.

"They actually gave it to you."

"Look at what you're saying. Who am I, Zhang Wenyuan? I'm a man of my word. Would I lie to you? It's just that you don't know me well. In time, you'll see that I never lie and I'm not the kind of person who talks big."

"I can tell," Wang Tianxiao said with a smile.

"I can tell, can't I?" Zhang Wenyuan said smugly. "You, Lao Wang, have good taste. You're exactly the kind of person I admire."

The two of them were clearly engaging in mutual flattery.

The two went out from the back. Three rooms away from the kitchen was a garage with several cars and a motorcycle parked inside.

The cars were a Volkswagen, a Mercedes, and a Toyota, but Wang Tianxiao didn't know which models they were. His limited knowledge of car logos came from his grandson.

On the other side of the car was the same motorcycle Zhang Wenyuan had ridden last time.

Wang Tianxiao only knew it was a Honda model. He remembered that this kind of motorcycle was quite popular in the 1990s, and at that time, the price of a used one was more expensive than a new one, costing tens of thousands of yuan.

All I can say is that he doesn't understand the world of the rich.

He believed that as long as he proceeded step by step and used his unique experience to guide him, he would one day be on the road to wealth.

But Zhang Wenyuan's inherent rich-man mentality still greatly inspired him. It made him deeply understand several principles: to gain something, you must give something in return.

Don't waste too much time getting bogged down in trivial matters.

It's important to offer assistance to those who have potential for future growth at the right time, such as through angel investment. In this case, you can gain significant favor with minimal investment.

Don't look down on anyone. People's circumstances are constantly changing. Today's nobody may one day become a grand commander with millions of troops.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't be reborn, so he suddenly gained extraordinary talent.

He still needs to continuously learn various skills from these outstanding people to make up for his own shortcomings, so that he can eventually reach a more distant goal.

"Look, this is the bike. I've been riding it for almost two years and have kept it in good condition. The bike's performance is perfect, and I guarantee it'll be an incredibly enjoyable ride."

"It's definitely a good thing, but since you're giving it to me directly, I feel..."

"Hey, Lao Wang, stop being so wishy-washy," Zhang Wenyuan said, shoving the helmet over Wang Tianxiao's head, patting it off, and shouting, "Try it out!"

Wang Tianxiao felt that being too reserved was petty. Zhang Wenyuan was treating him well now, so he should maintain the relationship. If he had to keep backing down in this kind of situation, how could he expect to accomplish anything significant in the future?

He sat on the motorcycle, inserted the key, gently turned the handlebars, pressed the clutch, and shifted gears...

Completed in one go.

"Let's go out and try!" Zhang Wenyuan stepped aside.

Wang Tianxiao slowly rode his bike out of the garage, initially hesitant to accelerate, but gradually speeding up until he was out of Zhang Wenyuan's sight and onto the main road.

Watching his figure disappear, Zhang Wenyuan ran his hand through his hair and chuckled, "An interesting person."

Old Zhang came out of the kitchen, offered Zhang Wenyuan a cigarette, lit one for himself, and said with a smile, "Wenyuan, you quite like this young man?"