At five in the afternoon, Shen Lu suddenly heard an unusual engine roar from outside.
A moment later, a matte-black armored vehicle stopped at the entrance.
’Why does this vehicle look so familiar?’ Shen Lu muttered to herself, standing in the doorway. The next second, the door opened, and Wu Jun emerged, pushing Fu Cheng in his wheelchair.
Shen Lu: ???
Once Fu Cheng was inside, Shen Lu asked curiously, "Where did you go?"
"This armored vehicle’s performance can’t compare to Zhao Qian’s, and its gas mileage is worse, but it’s more than enough for you," Fu Cheng said with a gentle smile. "It should last you until next spring."
"You went and got me a vehicle?" It dawned on Shen Lu. "Where on earth did you get it?"
"That’s not important. An armored vehicle handles a little differently than a regular one. Have you decided who’s going to drive it? While the driver is still here, they should get some special training."
"I’ll go get Wang Daguo." Shen Lu immediately ran to the greenhouse and dragged Wang Daguo away from his digging.
Wang Daguo was still completely out of the loop. It wasn’t until he was sitting in the passenger seat that he finally snapped out of it.
"Holy crap, the boss actually got her hands on a military armored vehicle? That’s so badass."
"Stop messing around and learn properly from the instructor," Shen Lu said.
"Yeah, yeah, I’ll definitely do my best."
Shen Lu closed the vehicle door and walked back into the restaurant.
"So, what’s the real story?" Shen Lu was dying for a clear answer. ’Fu Cheng got her a vehicle without saying a word. That’s just too cool.’
Fu Cheng took a sip of water. "I was more or less with the military before, so I still know a few people. This armored vehicle was just sitting idle in a warehouse, so I borrowed it."
He spoke of it nonchalantly, but in reality, it hadn’t been easy at all.
He just didn’t want to burden Shen Lu. All she had to do was happily accept his kindness.
"Fu Cheng, you’ve been a huge help."
Shen Lu didn’t suspect Fu Cheng was lying, truly believing the matter was as simple as he said.
Now that she had an armored vehicle, she could start putting the plans she’d been mulling over into action.
Because of the driving lesson, Wang Daguo worked some overtime and finished later than usual.
Shen Lu checked the System Warehouse. There were only four or five steamed buns left from a previous batch, so she gave them all to Wang Daguo as an overtime bonus.
Wang Daguo didn’t complain in the slightest, happily tucking them away before heading home.
Parking the vehicle on the street would be too conspicuous, so Shen Lu had it moved to behind the backyard wall.
Feeling cheerful, Shen Lu prepared a lavish dinner: a large iron pot stew, a mountain of sweet and sour crispy pork, and a massive bowl of mixed greens.
"This is amazing, Boss Shen! Can we have this iron pot stew all the time?" Wu Jun asked, his face gleaming with oil. He was most pleased with the stew, which was served in a huge pot.
Xue Can shot Wu Jun a look and cleared his throat.
Xue Can: ’You’re just a freeloader. Have you no shame, making requests?’
Wu Jun and Huo Qian did pay for their three meals a day, but the amount was mostly symbolic. After all, they both had huge appetites, each eating enough for two, yet Shen Lu only ever charged them for a single portion.
Shen Lu didn’t really mind. "I’ll do my best to grant that request."
After eating and drinking their fill, Cai Su brought everyone a cup of tea. No one was in a hurry to leave, so they all sat, sipping their tea to aid digestion and chatting casually.


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