108: Chapter 108 Cousin, I'm your brother!

The atmosphere in the booth was more oppressive than a graveyard.

Those few unopened bottles of cheap foreign liquor had their caps pried off by Sun Fugui himself, and the bottle necks were shoved against Chen Haoyu's lips.

This "Brother Yu," who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, now looked like a chicken with the plague that had its neck grabbed, gulping down the spicy liquid.

The yellow liquor flowed down his neck and into his floral shirt, choking him until tears and snot streamed down his face.

The surrounding thugs were already scared stiff, standing against the wall without daring to even breathe loudly.

They could see clearly that even President Sun, who had connections in both the underworld and legitimate business in this county, was trembling like a sieve in front of that young man; if their small fry group dared to move, they would likely be carried out horizontally tonight.

"Cough, cough... Pfft!"

Chen Haoyu finally couldn't take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of liquor, collapsing onto the floor, coughing violently, his face turning the color of a pig's liver.

"Continue." Sun Fugui didn't dare to stop, grabbing the bottle and preparing to shove it back up again. "The Crown Prince said you aren't allowed to leave until you finish drinking. There are still two cases left, Young Master Chen, please give me some face and don't make it difficult for me."

Looking at the fully packed cases of liquor, Chen Haoyu wanted to die from despair.

This wasn't about seeing the world; this was about sending him to see the King of Hell.

"That's enough." Chen Muyang, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the show, suddenly spoke up.

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have magic.

Sun Fugui immediately braked, threw the bottle aside, and obediently retreated to the side, bowing his waist: "Crown Prince, what are your orders?"

Chen Muyang stood up, his pair of handmade leather shoes costing tens of thousands of yuan stepping onto the sticky floor, making a faint sound.

He walked in front of Chen Haoyu and slowly squatted down.

Chen Haoyu trembled as he raised his head, his face full of terror.

The Chen Muyang before him was backlit; his face was clearly so young, yet it exuded a pressure that made even the gaps in Chen Haoyu's bones feel cold.

"Does it taste good?" Chen Muyang pulled a tissue from the table and handed it over.

Chen Haoyu subconsciously took it, his hand shaking like he had Parkinson's: "No... it doesn't taste good..."

"It's right that it doesn't taste good." Chen Muyang brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands. "This is the 'world' you were talking about. Cheap, choking, and worthless aside from giving people a headache."

He pointed at Sun Fugui, then at this large nightclub.

"Brother Yu, haven't you realized it yet?" Chen Muyang smiled, a smile carrying thirty percent mockery and seventy percent indifference. "This shop's surname is Chen. But it's not the Chen of you, Chen Haoyu; it's the Chen of my father, Chen Fan. Oh, that's right, and those twenty maybachs this afternoon, and that plane that scared you into silence. None of them were rented."

Chen Haoyu's pupils contracted sharply.

Even though he had already been scared half to death, hearing this fact with his own ears still felt like being struck by lightning.

Chen Fan... that Second Uncle who delivered food... did he really make it big?!

This wasn't just making it big; this was ascending to heaven!

Even a figure like Sun Fugui had to grovel to him; what must Chen Fan's net worth be now? Hundreds of millions? Billions?!

Although Chen Haoyu's brain was numbed by alcohol, his survival instinct made him instantly sober.

That afternoon, he had kicked a titanium alloy steel plate!

"Cousin... no, Brother Yang!" Chen Haoyu scrambled over on his hands and knees, grabbing Chen Muyang's thigh.

The movement was so practiced it made people feel pity for him, lacking any of the arrogance he had at the airport earlier.

"I was wrong! I was truly blind! I failed to recognize Mount Tai!" Chen Haoyu wailed while slapping his own face—really slapping it, making loud smacking sounds. "I'm just a bastard! I was blinded by greed! Brother Yang, considering we both have the surname Chen, and my father is your uncle, please spare me this time!"

Chen Nianyao, who had been silent on the side, rolled her eyes dramatically: "Ugh, how disgusting. Didn't you want to kick us out just a moment ago?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Haoyu's body stiffened, then he immediately turned his head toward Chen Nianyao, his expression instantly switching to that of a pug.

"Sister! My dear sister! That was just my mouth running wild! Brother deserves to die!" Chen Haoyu wiped the snot and tears from his face. "From now on, you are my own sister! No, my dear great-aunt! If anyone in this county dares to bully you, I, Chen Haoyu, will be the first to risk my life for you!"

Chen Muyang looked down at this spineless cousin, the chill in his eyes dissipating slightly, replaced by a playful amusement as if watching a clown.

This kind of person, although annoying, was the easiest to use. As long as you gave them a bone, they would bite anyone.

"Brother Yu, don't be like this." Chen Muyang reached out and pulled him up, even thoughtfully helping him straighten his collar, which had been soaked by the liquor. "President Sun was just joking with you earlier. After all, we are family; break the bone and the tendons are still connected. How could I really let you drink yourself to death here?"

This "Brother Yu" made Chen Haoyu's bones feel like they were melting.

He felt like he had been pulled back from the gates of hell, and someone had even slipped him a ticket to heaven.

"Yes, yes, yes! Family! Family!" Chen Haoyu was so excited he was incoherent, his legs still trembling, but he was trying his best to straighten his back. "Brother Yang is right! We are brothers!"

He suddenly turned around and roared at the group of thugs in the corner who hadn't recovered yet: "What are you all looking at! Didn't you see my younger brother... my Brother Yang here? Get lost, all of you! Don't be an eyesore here!"

The group of thugs felt as if they had been granted amnesty, scrambling away faster than rabbits.

Having chased away the outsiders, Chen Haoyu turned around and fawned over Chen Muyang, looking like he wished he could serve as a human crutch for him.

"Brother Yang, this place is noisy and the air isn't good." Chen Haoyu rubbed his hands together, carefully observing Chen Muyang's expression. "How about we change places? I know a newly opened foot massage parlor in the county; it's legitimate! The technicians have great techniques, my treat! Shall we go help Brother Yang and Nianyao relax?"

Chen Muyang glanced at him, didn't respond, but took out his phone to check the time.

"No need, we have to return to the village for ancestor worship tomorrow." Chen Muyang put his phone back in his pocket and walked out. "Since Brother Yu is so enthusiastic, wait at the village entrance tomorrow. My father has some old matters that might require your father and you to cooperate."

"Cooperate! Absolutely cooperate!" Chen Haoyu followed along eagerly, rushing to push the door open like a dedicated doorman. "Second Uncle's business is my father's business! It's my business! If anyone dares to gossip in the village tomorrow, I, Chen Haoyu, will be the first to tear their mouth apart!"

Walking out of the club filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, a night breeze blew, making Chen Haoyu shiver, and he sobered up significantly.

He looked at Chen Muyang's tall, straight back, then at the imposing maybach parked at the entrance, and then looked back at his own porsche 718, which was still dripping water.

What a gap.

This is fate.

But Chen Haoyu's eyes rolled, and the jealousy in his heart was long gone, replaced by a fanaticism.

My Younger Male Cousin is a big shot, so doesn't that make him the big shot's cousin? In the future, in this county, or even in the city, who would dare not give him face?

"Brother Yang! Wait for me!" Chen Haoyu hurried to catch up, opened the car door, and sycophantically protected Chen Muyang as he got in. "Um... Brother Yang, look, I've returned to the right path, for tomorrow's ancestor worship... could you let me ride in this maybach? I also want to experience what a real luxury car is like..."

Chen Muyang sat on the leather seat, looking at the face full of greed and fawning outside the window, the corners of his mouth lifting imperceptibly.

"Sure," Chen Muyang said indifferently. "As long as you behave well."

"Got it!" Chen Haoyu was so happy he almost jumped up, looking even happier than if he had won the lottery.

The car window slowly rose, blocking out Chen Haoyu's face, which was smiling like a chrysanthemum.

Chen Nianyao sat in the back seat, hugging a cushion, looking disgusted: "Brother, this guy changes his face too fast, right? A moment ago he wanted to eat us, now he's almost wagging his tail. Are you really planning to bring him along?"

"This kind of person is a true villain," Chen Muyang leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes to rest. "More useful than those hypocrites. Since we're back in the village, there are some dirty jobs that need to be done by someone. Buying an obedient dog for five hundred thousand—this business is worth it."

"Five hundred thousand?" Chen Nianyao was stunned. "You're going to give him money?"

Chen Muyang didn't speak, just tapped his fingers lightly on the phone screen twice.

Some things, only when you give enough, will the dog bite even harder. And for a bumpkin like Chen Haoyu who has never seen big money, the sharpest weapon is not a fist, but that string of numbers enough to make him grovel.