"Family, look at this car, isn't it cool? This is a limited edition Pagani, worth tens of millions!"

"If you like this, please follow me and double-tap 666. I'll continue to stream for you..."

Zhou Yang's forehead veins throbbed, and a million curses raced through his mind.

Who would have thought that my car would become famous in this neighborhood!

He took a deep breath, took out the remote key, and with a "beep", the car door popped open.

Holy crap!

"Oh my god!"

"I am so surprised!"

The sudden commotion startled the onlookers, who gasped and backed away.

But when they saw the wing-like car doors, everyone's eyes lit up.

"This car door design is so cool!"

"I wish I could sit in the front passenger seat..."

Zhou Yang walked forward expressionlessly and said coldly, "Excuse me, this is my car. Please make way."

Everyone was stunned.

"What? This car is yours?"

"Young man, you must be joking. This car could buy your entire building!"

"Exactly, this car is clearly the ride of a super-rich second-generation heir, how could it possibly be yours?"

"Young man, are you desperate for fame?"

Only some of these people were from this neighborhood; the rest were probably from outside, dressed in flashy clothes, and looked down on Zhou Yang's ordinary attire.

Looking into his eyes, I could see a lot of doubt.

Zhou Yang didn't bother with any more words, got into the driver's seat, closed the door, and started the engine.

"boom--"

A deep, wild roar instantly reverberated throughout the entire neighborhood.

Those dissenting voices came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone was stunned by the deafening sound.

"This...this really is his car?!"

One of the older brothers' voices trembled.

"My goodness, who is this young man?"

The old man in the floral shirt was dumbfounded.

The beautiful woman, holding her phone, froze, then felt a pang of regret.

"So this car really is his! If I had known, I would have pounced on him and thrown myself into his arms!"

...

Zhou Yang didn't bother with these people; all he wanted to do was hurry to the market to find pebbles!

He stepped on the gas and sped out of the residential area.

Upstairs, on Aunt Liu's balcony.

Aunt Liu, who was holding her reading glasses, witnessed this scene.

"How...how does this kid have a car?!"

"And judging from the reactions of other people, it's a luxury car!"

"This kid couldn't even pay his rent a week ago, this car can't possibly be his..."

Aunt Liu muttered to herself, her expression complicated.

A storm raged within her. "I'll ask him again when he gets back. I don't want that kid to actually make money off his stall..."

...

On the other side, at the entrance of Pan's Noodle Shop.

At this moment, hundreds of people have gathered here, all craning their necks to look around.

These people all came for Zhou Yang's "sky-high priced instant noodles".

But they waited and waited, from sunrise to mid-morning, but Zhou Yang never appeared.

"What's going on? Why isn't Boss Zhou coming today?"

"No way? I came all the way from town!"

"What time is it? If you don't come soon, I'm going to starve!"

...

It was 10:30, and a sense of anxiety began to emerge in the crowd.

Pan Jianye and his son Pan Zilin also looked completely bewildered.

They didn't know why Zhou Yang hadn't come, and they started to get anxious.

"Old Pan, why don't you give Boss Zhou a call and ask him?"

Someone urged.

Pan Jianye shook his head with a wry smile: "How would I get his phone number..."

Just then, a gloating voice suddenly interrupted: "Oh, so many people are waiting? Looks like your 'cash cow' isn't planning on coming today!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Liu Peng walking over with his hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face.

"Liu Peng, what do you mean by that?"

Pan Jianye asked, frowning.

Liu Peng sneered, his contemptuous gaze sweeping over the Pan father and son: "Still pretending? Don't you have any self-awareness?"

"Zhou Yang has such great cooking skills, why should he stay in your shabby little shop and let you leech off him?"

"He must think you're getting a good deal, and he's wanted to leave for a long time!"

"Maybe they've already been poached by other big bosses with high salaries, and will rise to great heights, having nothing to do with you anymore!"

Liu Peng's words were like sharp knives, piercing the hearts of the Pan father and son.

Their faces were pale, their lips trembled, and they couldn't utter a single word.

Although they didn't want to believe it, reason told them that what Liu Peng said was very likely true.

Their Pan Family Noodle Shop really did take advantage of Zhou Yang's misfortune!

"No... Boss Zhou isn't that kind of person..."

Pan Zilin wanted to argue, but was interrupted by a voice from the crowd.

"I think you're talking nonsense!"

A young man wearing glasses pointed angrily at Liu Peng, "I think Boss Zhou was driven away by you, you bastard!"

"I remember you! You're the guy who tried to shut down Boss Zhou's shop and impersonated him to sell fake masks!"

"Mr. Zhou only set up his stall here because you forced him to! And now you have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks?!"

The bespectacled man's words immediately resonated with the others.

"Yes! It's him! I recognize him!"

"That unscrupulous merchant is despicable!"

"He's the one who drove Boss Zhou away! Everyone, let's go and beat him up!"

...

Enraged, hundreds of people surrounded Liu Peng instantly, glaring at him as if they wanted to tear him apart.

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