"Relying on"
The horizontally driving car was moving too fast. Before Ye Bufan could react, it had already crashed into him.
In a cloud of dust, a flash of golden light flickered indistinctly and soon faded away.
"Cough cough cough"
Ye Bufan coughed as he got out of the other side of the rear seat of the Benz. Amazingly, he didn't have a single hair damaged on his body.
Just as the car was about to hit him, a golden bell had emerged from his body to block all the harm.
"Kung fu, Chinese kung fu."
A surprised voice came from the out-of-control vehicle. Then a blond, blue-eyed young man crawled out of the car, his face covered with dirt.
"Master, you must accept me as a disciple. My name is Paulo. My lifelong dream is to learn Chinese kung fu."
Disregarding his own injuries, the blond young man threw himself at Ye Bufan's side and knelt down, hugging his leg.
"Kid, you shouldn't be thinking about worshipping a master now. You smashed my car like this and you're not even going to say anything?"
Ye Bufan grabbed Paulo by the collar and lifted him up, glaring at him fiercely.
Paulo tugged at his nearly suffocated throat and quickly took out a phone, "I should, I should. I'll pay money now."
Only then did Ye Bufan put Paulo down and handed over his bank card, "Just transfer it to this account."
"No problem."
Paulo readily took the phone and started taping away.
Soon, Ye Bufan received a text message.
[Esteemed XX User, your account has received a transfer of 100 million. Please confirm promptly.]
100 million!
Ye Bufan wiped his eyes in disbelief. His Benz was worth 5 million tops. And this guy could casually transfer 100 million. It seemed this foreign kid was no ordinary rich either.
"So Paulo, I'll keep the money. You can leave now."
Regardless of whether Paulo was a rich second generation, Ye Bufan had no intention of letting him tag along since he had a system of his own.
No matter how capable you are as a rich second gen, could you be more capable than me as a system-powered first gen?
Hearing that Ye Bufan was chasing him away, Paulo quickly said, "No way, Master. I have money. As long as you teach me kung fu, I'll give you however much you want."
However much I want?
If you say that, I won't hold back.
"100 billion."
......
......
Seeing Paulo who was boasting just now suddenly fall silent, Ye Bufan couldn't help feeling strange.
Is 100 billion a lot?
According to the urban novels Ye Bufan had read, 100 million was just petty cash to those protagonists. They wouldn't even call themselves rich second gen without billions of assets.
Paulo truly didn't expect this seemingly kung fu master to actually open his mouth so wide.
Billions of dollars could only be afforded by his old man. As a small second gen himself, how could he possibly have the power to squeeze out that much cash.
"Mas...Master."
Clearly, Paulo couldn't bleed that much out. Ye Bufan was also not interested in playing with him any further and straightforwardly said, "If you don't have money, don't boast. I despise posers like you the most in my life. Leave."
Just in time, the car Ye Shang had arranged to pick him up from the manor arrived too. Ye Bufan got in the car and sped off, leaving Paulo alone choking in the black exhaust fumes to reflect on life.
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Long time no see
In just one month, the changes in the manor were hard to imagine.
Not only had the popularity increased exponentially, all kinds of flowers had also bloomed in the gardens and greenhouses, which used to be covered with thick layers of dust. The windows and doors, which used to be dim, had also been refreshed and polished to brightness.
Although the manor was huge, it didn't seem so far for the car.
Soon, Ye Bufan returned to his villa.
[Congratulations to the host for overcoming another calamity. You are awarded 10 Self-Healing points.]
The damage this time was indeed not big, comparable to a mosquito bite. The 10 Self-Healing points was reasonable.
"System, summon Robot No. 2."
Robot No. 2 had been delivered to the hospital. But with so many people around and the place being monitored, it would definitely arouse suspicion if someone inexplicably showed up.
So Ye Bufan endured for a whole month before finally summoning it out in his villa.
With the same shadow and special effects, a figure wrapped in black robes abruptly appeared in the living room.
"System, let me ask, if they don't have a master's order, can they act freely?"
[Yes, as long as there is a general scope, you can let them act freely without needing to keep ordering them.]
Ye Bufan had already seen signs of this from Ye Shang's actions, he just wanted to confirm further.
"No. 2, I'll call you Xuanyuan Long from now on. Just disguise yourself as some transcendent-looking old man."
"Yes, master."
With another transformation special effect, a transcendent-looking old man appeared before Ye Bufan.
Ye Bufan already had plans for Xuanyuan Long.
Ye Feng, the protagonist of the Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain series, was all about extraordinary medical skills, slapstick face-slapping, and relying on girls to reach the peak of life.
The origin of all this came from a mysterious old man.
Ye Bufan didn't plan on having some old man of unknown origin teach his good son. It was just medical skills and martial arts. His robot could teach that too!
According to the anti-protagonist novel Ye Bufan read, Ye Feng's grandfather seemed to have some issues.
However, since Ye Feng was suppressed by the antagonist who knew the plot early on, he was killed before the old man even appeared. So Ye Bufan couldn't confirm if there were any conspiracies.
Since he had a replacement on hand, he might as well just substitute the grandfather to avoid trouble. The effect would be similar anyway.
Ye Bufan looked at his Self-Healing points. Including the ones just obtained, he still had 80 points left.
He opened the store and spent 10 Self-Healing points to exchange the 【Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon】 for Xuanyuan Long.
【Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon】: Rumored to have been created by the Xuanyuan clan in ancient times. Contains both medicine and martial arts. Extremely extraordinary power.
Looking at the dazzling array of products in the store, Ye Bufan pondered briefly before exchanging assassin specialization, guard specialization, management specialization and more until all his remaining Self-Healing points were used up.
After all, being a home tutor was just a side job. As his capable subordinate, Xuanyuan Long would naturally be entrusted with greater responsibilities. Having these extra skills would also allow him to better expand Ye Bufan's influence.
"Xuanyuan Long, go ahead and move freely for now. After a year, go to Jiang City and pass on the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon to Ye Feng. For the remaining time, do as you wish. Remember, don't tell him that I'm still alive."
"Yes, master."
Xuanyuan Long acknowledged and left.