Abyss Solo

Chapter 97: 059 Have a car, have a house

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Evening.

Yang Ming drove the ultra-luxury limited edition hovercar gifted by the Second Prince, listening to the music the Second Prince liked, swaggering down the busy city main road.

This hovercar was really something.

Its monstrous design, extremely exaggerated performance, and especially the license plate representing royal status, made the other hovercars on the road keep their distance, afraid that this beast might suddenly go berserk.

Yang Ming now could be sure.

Although it increased more risks and new uncontrollable factors,

he had taken a significant step toward his great goal of becoming a “ball chief”!

The Second Prince was indeed a good person.

Handing over a factory just like that, giving away a limited-edition hovercar as if it were nothing.

As for whether the Second Prince was now so frustrated that he became reclusive, it didn’t have any direct relation to Yang Ming. After all, Yang Ming had held back quite a lot this afternoon.

“Boss,” Lyu’s slim figure appeared on the central console, “the Second Prince has not yet completely dispelled his wariness towards you at this stage. You can’t let your guard down.”

“He could never trust me, or rather, he could never trust anyone.”

Yang Ming squinted and smiled,

“We didn’t misjudge him. The Second Prince was indeed biding his time rather than lying flat being a salted fish.

He kept telling us that he wanted to acquire some real estate in the New Federation through us. But in fact, whenever he said those words, there was always a glint of a smile in his eyes… He was testing us while we were testing him.

He wanted to leverage the power behind me, and I wanted to leverage his authority.”

Lyu hummed softly, “There’s nothing behind us.”

“Lyu,” Yang Ming said with a smile, “behind me is you.”

“Me?” Lyu said, puzzled, “What can I do? I’m just a cute, obedient little assistant who always has their salary docked by the boss.”

“Lyu, do you know why the Second Prince and Gudun Mah always think of me as a New Federation agent?”

Yang Ming laughed,

“Because of my control over information. This ability makes them immediately think of an agent from a superpower. Only such agents could grasp such a level of secrets.

And this is what you achieved, with results not much different from those of an espionage organization.”

Lyu curled her lips disdainfully, “Obviously, it’s because their security network is too lousy. Only the military core network is somewhat decent… By the way, Boss, hurry back. We’ve prepared a little surprise for you.”

“Are you sure it’s a surprise and not a fright?”

“Of course,” Lyu whispered, “I guarantee it with Uncle Haton’s character.”

Yang Ming’s expression suddenly grew a bit strange, “Before his reform, he was a downright villain.”

…

It really was a surprise.

When Yang Ming drove the off-road hovercar he won from the Second Prince back to the busy and solemn factory, he immediately noticed the new villa standing in a corner and the crowd gathered around it.

Oh boy, these employees weren’t spilling blood and sweat on the production line to generate profits for him; instead, they were gathered here pointing and chattering!

Even though it was after work hours now… oh, well, that’s alright then.

Yang Ming honked the horn twice, casually parked this “beast” hovercar by the roadside, and jumped out, examining the brand-new villa ahead.

It was set up in just half a day, which was quite efficient.

A group of employees immediately noticed the new target, flocking towards Yang Ming and snapping pictures of the hovercar.

“Boss, where did you get this? So cool!”

“I remember… this model seems to be a limited edition, only three units of such super beasts in Wind. They say it can go straight into space for a spin!”

“Boss, did you buy it? Paid in full, or on loan?”

“This license plate… let me check, isn’t this the one collected by the Second Prince…”

Yang Ming clicked his tongue, “The Second Prince lent it to me for a few days, don’t go uploading it online or the Wind’s security department might come looking for you.”

Silence fell around him.

Yang Ming shoved his hands into his pockets, nonchalantly slipping out of the crowd of employees, and moved towards the two-story villa.

Was this villa really just assembled and brought here? It seemed quite solid.

How did they lay the foundation? How were the walls anchored? How much of an earthquake could it withstand? As for ion cannons, don’t even think about it—what energy level of laser could this thing possibly block?

“Haha! Yang Ming! Come and see!”

Kolev appeared at the doorway, and the little old man excitedly waved,

“We’re planning to throw a party. A few of my friends will come over! Buying a house also gets you furniture, and all the furnishing materials used inside are of the highest environmental standards! This is such a great deal!”

Yang Ming frowned and went inside.

The first floor had a living room, dining area, kitchen, and bathroom; the second floor had three bedrooms and a cozy study, with a generally simple layout.

The only highlight might be the spiral staircase in the middle, giving the entire decor a spaceship cabin vibe.

—This might have been Kolev’s original reason for fancying this house.

Yang Ming stomped his foot; the feedback from the ground was good, much like a solid concrete floor with no flimsy “prefab” feel.

Kolev knew Yang Ming well.

The old man softly smiled from the sidelines,

“The foundation was laid by the construction team. Before the ground quickly solidified, they drove in over a hundred six-meter-long composite nails, which are all connected to the main structure of the house. You can totally trust its solidity.”

Yang Ming walked to the wall and started knocking around, comparing with his hand next to the door frame.

The load-bearing wall was only ten centimeters thick.

“No matter how great the material is, isn’t this thickness a bit shoddy?” Yang Ming complained discontentedly.

Kolev leaned against the wall, smiling wryly, “Hey, my dear nephew, you’re a young man, why are you more conservative than me, an old man? You’ve got to trust in the power of technology. The manufacturer’s advertisement boasts, if you can make a crack on their load-bearing wall without any tools, they’ll pay… triple the original price… compensation…”

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