Chapter 107: You Want to Get Even?

Life Is Not Worth It Old Yang the Soothsayer 3320 words 2026-03-24 18:55:36

Just as Di Wei and the others were at a loss, the roar of a motorcycle suddenly sounded in the distance. A black BMW HP4 racing bike came barreling toward them. When it reached Yang Meng and the others, the rider performed a beautiful powerslide, leaned the bike sharply, and brought it to a steady stop with one foot down.

To stop in such a domineering fashion at that speed was no feat an ordinary person could manage. The tires kicked up a cloud of dust.

“What’s going on here? Why is it so lively?” The newcomer lifted his helmet, revealing his face. The moment Di Wei and the others recognized him, they all breathed a sigh of relief, while Qiao Yu frowned.

Yang Meng recognized him and greeted him. “Oh? Zhou Chun, you came?”

Zhou Chun was still removing his helmet. When he saw Yang Meng’s face, he froze. “Why are you here?”

Yang Meng shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be? What, after losing face at Focus last time, you came here to win it back? Besides, didn’t you see that my ‘girlfriend’ is here? Is it strange for me to be here?”

Qiao Yu was Zhou Chun’s ex-girlfriend, and she had once used Yang Meng as a shield. Naturally, Yang Meng was extremely displeased about the whole affair and had developed a grudge against Qiao Yu and the others. Still, seeing Zhou Chun make such an overbearing entrance, why shouldn’t he provoke him a little?

Zhou Chun drew a deep breath and turned away from Yang Meng. Instead, he addressed Qiao Yu. “Qiao Yu, it’s been so long. You already have a new boyfriend. Do you really have to keep hounding me?”

Qiao Yu spat directly onto the ground. “Oh, please! Who do you think you are? I forgot who you were ages ago!”

“Then why have you humiliated me time and again?” Zhou Chun wore a pained expression. “Qiao Yu, we’ve already broken up. Please stop treating me like this! I deserve a life of my own, don’t I?”

The onlookers’ expressions changed as they watched Qiao Yu. Wait—was this how the story was going to unfold? So Qiao Yu had been refusing to let Di Wei and the others off because hatred had grown out of love?

Qiao Yu flew into a rage. “Zhou Chun! How thick-skinned can you be? You actually have the nerve to say something like that? I was simply blind back then to get together with you! Get lost, get lost, get lost! All of you, get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

A sly smile flickered across Zhou Chun’s face, though he immediately resumed his pained expression. “Fine, I’ll leave. But never seeing you again for the rest of our lives is impossible. Motorcycles are my life, after all, and I’ll be coming back to Qingniu Mountain to race. I have a legend to defend here. If you want to become the best rider on Qingniu Mountain, you’ll have to beat me first.

“To be honest, if you hadn’t been so difficult, the time we spent racing here together was actually quite happy. You’re still riding that BMW HP4? You chose that bike because of me back then, and you’re still riding it to this day. Doesn’t that say something?”

As he spoke, he cast a provocative glance at Yang Meng.

“Get lost!” Qiao Yu covered her ears. “You disgust me! Whenever I see you, I feel like gouging out my own eyes!”

Zhou Chun shook his head. “Since you put it that way, there’s no reason for me to stay here. Di Wei, Manager Huo, Lu, let’s go.”

Huo Yan glanced at Chen Jiao, whose face was filled with indecision. She was wondering whether she should tell Zhou Chun about Chen Jiao’s situation. Zhou Chun had clearly noticed her expression, yet acted as though he had seen nothing. He merely waved at her, signaling that she should leave with them.

“Wait!”

Just as Zhou Chun and the others were about to leave, they were called back. The one who spoke was Yang Meng.

Zhou Chun turned toward him, bewildered. “You called me? What do you want? Didn’t you hear your girlfriend tell us to leave? You should be eager for me to go, shouldn’t you? After all, I’m your predecessor. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

Yang Meng laughed. “No, no, you’ve misunderstood. I wanted to ask what you meant by the legend of Qingniu Mountain.”

Zhou Chun stopped. “Buddy, I know you know a few people in the underworld and seem to have some powerful connections, but this is Qingniu Mountain. Here, everything is decided by riding skill. The fastest motorcycle speed ever recorded on Qingniu Mountain belongs to me, and it’s a record no one has managed to challenge. You want to challenge me here? So what if you beat me up? Unless you beat me on a motorcycle, you’ll always be a laughingstock here!”

Di Wei’s face changed dramatically when he heard this. Why was Yang Meng provoking him? What if Zhou Chun lost his temper and turned this into a serious mess?

Zhou Chun had also been unable to swallow his anger after seeing Yang Meng. He still vividly remembered humiliating Yang Meng at Focus Bar last time. As a man, he wanted to win back his dignity.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Yang Meng looked enlightened. “So this is what gives you the right to act so high and mighty?”

Chen Jiao suddenly spoke up. “Brother Yang, go for it! Race him! Show him what it means that true experts can be found among ordinary people!”

“Chen Jiao!” Qiao Yu and Quan Yajing both turned around and glared angrily at her. “What kind of terrible idea is that?”

Startled, Chen Jiao murmured under their murderous stares, “Didn’t you say the other day that Brother Yang had excellent riding skills? That he could launch the Six-Eyed into a wheelie without breaking a sweat? If you want to teach Zhou Chun a lesson, you have to crush the thing he’s proudest of. Isn’t that his riding skill? Beating him there would teach him the biggest lesson!”

Quan Yajing rolled her eyes. “Can’t you think before you speak? No matter how obnoxious Zhou Chun is, he won the national circuit racing championship! You want Brother Yang to race him? Aren’t you deliberately making him compete at a disadvantage? Brother Yang, don’t listen to her. Only someone with water in his brain could come up with such a ridiculous idea!”

But Zhou Chun suddenly became animated. “Ah, no wonder Qiao Yu chose you. Back then, she got together with me because she liked the way I rode. If she’s with you now, your riding skills must be pretty good too. What do you say? Why wait for another day? Let’s take a lap today!”

Yang Meng stared at him in confusion. “Take a lap? Do what? Wait—you like men? Damn, you may like men, but I don’t! No wonder Qiao Yu wouldn’t stay with you. If you like playing with men, why were you chasing women? Aren’t you just ruining their lives? Oh, I get it—you were trying to hide the truth! The whole problem of women married to gay men is caused by people like you!”

Zhou Chun was so furious that smoke nearly came out of his ears. “Who likes men?”

Yang Meng pointed at him. “You said it yourself just now—you wanted to ‘play’ with me. What do two grown men play at? Oh, I understand. I’m taller than you, handsomer than you, and more masculine than you. You’ve got your eye on me, haven’t you? Hey, though, I suppose I’m stating the obvious. Finding a man shorter, uglier, and less masculine than you would be harder than finding a living dinosaur.”

Zhou Chun took a deep breath. “Sir, you seem like a cultured man. Please watch your language.”

Yang Meng shrugged. “That depends on who I’m dealing with. I’m more cultured than anyone when it comes to friends and decent people. But not everyone is human. For someone like you, the fact that I haven’t told you to go fuck yourself is already the greatest proof of my manners! What kind of creature are you, anyway? You’ve disgraced all men. Playing with women wasn’t enough, so now you want to play with men too?”

Zhou Chun’s eyes widened. “I said I wanted to race you! When did I ever say I wanted to play with men?”

“Oh.” Yang Meng looked enlightened. “So you meant racecars! You should have made that clear sooner! You’ve lived this long and still don’t know how to speak properly. There’s an elementary school near my home—I can teach you to start with phonics. What do you think? Want me to introduce you? I used to deliver food to the teachers there. We’re practically acquaintances!”

“Deliver food?” Zhou Chun stared at Yang Meng.

Yang Meng nodded. “Yeah. Is there a problem? The mother of that kid standing beside you is my friend. She should have told him about me.”

Zhou Chun looked at Lu Xin.

Lu Xin said to him, “Director Zhou, that’s true. This man is Yang Meng. He used to work as a food-delivery driver. Later, I don’t know how, but he made a bit of money and stopped delivering food. Now he’s planning to open a barbecue restaurant.”

Zhou Chun looked at Yang Meng and laughed. “When we met last time, you said you were a nouveau riche, and I didn’t believe you. I didn’t expect it to be true. So you used to deliver food? That job probably did hone your riding skills. Delivery drivers risk their lives to save time. Life really isn’t easy.”

He then gave Qiao Yu a meaningful look. “You’re getting better and better at choosing men. Then again, your financial situation is good, so you don’t need to worry about a man’s income. But… let me give you some advice: having fun is fine, but don’t marry him. The difference in the couple’s educational backgrounds is bound to affect the quality of their relationship.”

Yang Meng blinked. “Buddy, I really don’t understand what you’re so pleased about. Qiao Yu chose a food-delivery driver over you, and you’re still acting proud? Besides, hearing you talk about educational background is pretty hilarious. You may be a sales director now, but what higher education have you ever received? Just because you’re good with words, does that make you an upper-class person?”

Zhou Chun smiled and shook his head. “It’s true that I never received much higher education. But look at the position I hold now. Look at the kind of people I deal with. That gives me the right to say what I said.”

Yang Meng nodded. “Since you put it that way, why don’t you explain the operating principle of volume impedance phase-shift spectroscopy equipment?”

Zhou Chun stared blankly. What was volume impedance phase-shift spectroscopy equipment?

Yang Meng curled his lip. “And you work in medical devices? Remember this: it’s a machine that sends low-energy radio waves to detect changes in fluid within the brain, then uses alterations in radio frequency to generate asymmetrical waves and determine whether a patient has suffered a stroke. Norton makes medical devices like that. They just supplied one each to Cleveland Clinic and Johns Hopkins Hospital! You don’t even understand your own products, yet you’re here boasting to me?”

“How do you know that?” Zhou Chun asked, baffled.

“It was reported in the latest issue of The Lancet.” Yang Meng curled his lip. “You’re ignorant and still trying to act like a big shot in front of me. Aren’t you embarrassed?”