150: Chapter 147 The old man is quite insightful

"You brat, are you treating me like an outsider?"

Hearing this, the Old Master immediately glared at him with annoyance, then lifted his shirt to reveal a bunch of keys hanging from his waist.

"This one is my house in the city center, this one is a mansion in the suburbs, and this one is a shop in Chinatown that also has living quarters."

The Old Master paused, completely ignoring Li Changsheng's stunned expression, and continued, "And this one is a Lamborghini 488 GTB, this one is a Ford from the nineties—I forget which version. This one is a Bentley Continental GT Speed. That's all for now; I didn't bring out the slightly lesser cars. Pick one of these car keys and one of these house keys."

At this point, Li Changsheng was completely dumbfounded.

After a long while, he couldn't help but ask, "Old Master, what exactly does your family do?"

At the same time, Li Changsheng was suspicious. Putting aside the vintage nineties Ford, aren't the Bentley and Lamborghini supercars? Those are sports cars that can reach speeds of over three hundred kilometers per hour. Would it really be safe for you to drive them?

Although he knew that some places abroad didn't have many restrictions on street racing, was it appropriate for an elderly person to drive such cars?

Zhang Youdao stroked his beard calmly and smiled faintly, "My son gave them to me. I don't have time to drive these cars; they're just registered under my name. But I do occasionally drive that Ford to take my old lady out for a spin. I have to say, going for a drive in the suburbs is quite nice."

Seeing that the Old Master didn't mention the specifics of his son's affairs, Li Changsheng didn't ask further.

However, after this series of events, he had a vague guess about the identity and status of the Old Master's son.

"Old Master, I won't take the car. Since you said the shop in Chinatown has living quarters, I'll just find a room there to stay. As for the rent..."

"Sigh, don't talk about rent. You've finally come all this way; it would be improper for me to charge you. Here, take it."

As he said this, the Old Master tossed the key to the Chinatown shop over to him.

"By the way, how is your English? Do you want me to have someone follow you to act as a translator?"

"No need, my English is decent." Li Changsheng waved his hand. He really didn't need a translator right now.

Although he might not understand some obscure vocabulary or slang yet, he believed he would learn it after a while. Besides, for him, as long as he heard it a few times, he could basically remember it perfectly.

"That's fine. Are you planning to sit here a while longer or go check out that place?"

"I won't sit anymore. I'll go take a look first. I couldn't bring many things with me when I came, so I need to prepare some supplies." Li Changsheng thought for a moment and said.

"Alright then. I come here to sit for a while every day anyway. Just call me if you need anything. I usually live in the city center and go to the suburban mansion to play golf every week." The Old Master said with a faint smile.

Li Changsheng admired the Old Master greatly. It seemed the old man had lived his whole life with great clarity; no matter the environment, he could always adapt.

Back in the country, he was just an ordinary old man going to the park for wellness exercises every day, and here, with his quality of life significantly improved, he was enjoying life just the same.

"By the way, there are quite a lot of people at that shop. It's my son's business, but don't get too close to them. Just stay there. Rest assured, I've already spoken to them; they won't give you any trouble."

Leaving the Zhirou Martial Arts Club, Li Changsheng headed toward the so-called shop according to the address the Old Master had given him. However, he was still suspicious.

"What exactly did the Old Master mean by that? His son's business, quite a lot of people, and telling me not to get too close to them?"

Shaking his head, Li Changsheng took out his phone and checked the navigation. It was close, but the location was quite remote.

Looking at the map, this place seemed to be on the outskirts of Chinatown; it was debatable whether it even counted as Chinatown.

Following the Old Master's address, he twisted and turned through streets and alleys until he arrived at a rather secluded spot. It was an auto repair shop.

To be honest, Li Changsheng was a bit disoriented at this point. If not for his solidified memory, he doubted he could find this place again if he had to come back.

This was an auto repair shop opened by Chinese people—essentially a repair workshop.

Several mechanics inside were busy working on an American muscle car; seeing Li Changsheng, they just glanced at him indifferently and then looked away.

However, Li Changsheng subtly noticed one of them winking toward the back room. Soon, several people in the corner were fumbling with something inside a toolbox. Their eyes remained fixed on Li Changsheng, whether intentionally or not.

Having killed quite a few people, Li Changsheng was very familiar with this kind of gaze. Wasn't it very similar to the eyes of those Japanese people who were always monitoring the surroundings for any movement?

Of course, since this group were subordinates of the Old Master's son, they definitely weren't Japanese, but this level of vigilance felt a bit off.

"Brother, you look unfamiliar?"

Seeing that Li Changsheng hadn't driven over, a burly, chubby man about 1.8 meters tall walked out. He was wearing a brown shirt stained with quite a bit of grease and had a smile on his Face, though the smile seemed to contain something else.

"Oh, I was introduced by Old Master Zhang Youdao to stay here for a while." Li Changsheng quickly stated his purpose.

"So you are the Old Master's guest!"

Hearing this, the man's Face visibly relaxed. At the same time, Li Changsheng noticed the expressions of the others in the repair shop also relax; their fumbling stopped, and their gazes no longer focused on him.

"Brother Li, right? I'm the manager of this repair shop. My name is Hani, but of course, you can also call me by my Chinese nickname, Lao Qi."

The chubby middle-aged man named Lao Qi suddenly became exceptionally enthusiastic.

"Come in, please. You can stay here as long as you like. We'll clear out a room for you. Why don't I take you to see it first?"

"Hmm!" Li Changsheng just nodded. He didn't know how to address the other party; calling him Hani felt quite strange. Calling him Lao Qi felt a bit disrespectful since the man was quite old.

"Sigh, Brother Li, don't feel embarrassed. Since you were brought by the Old Master, you are our honored guest. Calling me Lao Qi is giving me Face."

As they walked forward, Lao Qi's words were endless. This person seemed to have an endless stream of chatter and a habit of being a bit long-winded.

"Your repair shop is quite large, isn't it?"

Walking into the interior of the repair shop, Li Changsheng realized that the space was indeed quite large—it was a sizable factory building. Inside, there were as many as ten cars currently being repaired, not to mention the cars parked nearby. Moreover, there were many employees; counting them up, there were no fewer than twenty or thirty people.