Chapter : 18
“Give me back my key.”
Fine, you’re the hacker—you’re always right.
“Help me deliver this order, and I’ll give you 1,000 yuan.”
“Wealth cannot corrupt me.”
“5,000.”
Zhou Qingluo paused for a moment, then put on a very professional smile. He got off the bike, opened the delivery box, and said, “Where to?”
Song Ling raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t it ‘wealth cannot corrupt you’?”
“That just means it wasn’t wealthy enough.”
Song Ling: “……”
Zhou Qingluo pulled up his payment QR code and held it in front of Song Ling. “Scan and pay.”
“I only support WeChat transfers between friends.”
“You can just scan without adding me and still transfer.”
“I set the system myself—only friends can transfer money. Strangers can’t send even a cent.”
Zhou Qingluo didn’t understand anything about computers, but since this guy hacked their platform backend in just ten minutes, it wasn’t strange that he could set something like that.
Although Zhou Qingluo didn’t want anything to do with Song Ling, for 5,000 yuan, he straightforwardly added him on WeChat.
Song Ling suddenly felt like laughing.
This guy was actually pretty interesting.
As soon as they became friends, Zhou Qingluo said, “Alright, you can transfer the money now.”
Song Ling sent it over. Zhou Qingluo flashed him a bright smile. “Boss, you’re generous.”
He suddenly realized—once the money is right, anyone can become a bootlicker.
Just as Zhou Qingluo got back onto his electric bike, Song Ling placed a hand on his shoulder and climbed onto the back seat without asking, causing the bike to sink slightly.
Zhou Qingluo said, “Carrying a passenger costs an extra fifty.”
“Deal.”
Zhou Qingluo didn’t hesitate. He set up navigation on his phone and set off.
Song Ling tapped the smiling sunflower icon on Zhou Qingluo’s WeChat profile picture and put his phone away, satisfied.
“Zhou Qingluo, if you dare delete me on WeChat, I’ll hack your phone and transfer all your money away.”
As an artist with a vivid imagination, Zhou Qingluo couldn’t help picturing Song Ling as a cartoon character—a ferocious little god of wealth scattering money everywhere.
The image made him laugh. “Don’t be like that. Aren’t you supposed to be an honest person?”
Song Ling glanced at the sunflower on Zhou Qingluo’s helmet swaying left and right. The corner of his lips lifted slightly, so faint that even he didn’t notice it.
Carrying twenty portions of luosifen, Zhou Qingluo felt like a manure carrier.
But Song Ling looked even more like one—since the delivery box couldn’t hold everything, he carried two portions in each hand.
Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Ling’s dark expression through the rearview mirror and burst out laughing. “Damn, we really look like manure carriers.”
Song Ling: “……”
Zhou Qingluo added, “I wasn’t talking about you. I meant me.”
Song Ling’s face darkened even further.
Fortunately, Song Ling’s house wasn’t too far away. They reached their destination before Zhou Qingluo could be overwhelmed by the smell.
Song Ling lived in a villa complex at the foot of Hongtong Mountain, with Willow Lake in front—a perfect feng shui location surrounded by mountains and water.
Security was extremely strict. Based on the smell alone, Zhou Qingluo was stopped at the entrance.
The guard, a young man, frowned and blocked him. “Sorry, non-residents are not allowed inside.”
Zhou Qingluo turned back to Song Ling. “Hey, they won’t let me in. You want to make a few trips and carry everything yourself?”
Song Ling got off the bike with the luosifen and glanced at the guard.
The guard immediately smiled. “Oh, it’s Second Young Master Song, but the rules of the complex…” Delivery riders aren’t allowed inside.
Song Ling interrupted, “There’s no such rule.”
“……”
Song Ling walked to the gate. It opened automatically. Holding the luosifen, he blocked the door with his body and nodded at Zhou Qingluo. “Come in.”
Zhou Qingluo looked at the guard apologetically. “Sorry, I’m just doing what I’m paid for.”
After saying that, he started the bike and drove into the complex.
The guard rolled his eyes repeatedly in the lingering smell of luosifen. If the manager found out he let a delivery rider in, his salary would definitely be docked this month.
People in the complex always said that Second Young Master Song wasn’t normal—and it seemed true. He was nothing like his older brother. Unfortunately, the eldest young master was sickly. If only the two brothers could switch bodies.
As Zhou Qingluo rode into the complex, he looked Song Ling up and down and said admiringly, “Impressive. You can even open the gate with your mind.”
His praise was completely sincere. After all, Song Ling was a hacker—who knew how much “black tech” he had?
Song Ling looked at him speechlessly. “The gate uses facial recognition.”
Zhou Qingluo laughed. “Oh, I thought it was your hacking.”
Song Ling looked at the idiot grinning away and tugged slightly at the corner of his lips. “Zhou Qingluo, are you uneducated?”
“……” Yeah, yeah, you’re the tech genius. You’re amazing.
The villa complex was huge, mostly consisting of standalone European-style villas. The landscaping was like a garden—rather than a residential area, it felt more like a beautiful private park.
Zhou Qingluo rode up to one particular villa.
At first glance, he thought it was a royal palace. Turns out even within the same complex, there was a “king of villas.”
A uniformed butler hurried over to open the gate. As Zhou Qingluo stepped inside and saw the full view of the building, he was completely stunned.
Is this a freaking palace?
“Is this where you live?” Zhou Qingluo asked.
“Mm.”
“Can I take a picture?”
As a professional artist, how could Zhou Qingluo let something this beautiful go? Everything here was inspiration.
Song Ling, who had been standing in front of him, silently stepped aside.
After taking photos, Zhou Qingluo followed him inside.
An auntie pinched her nose and frowned. “Second Young Master, this smell… I’m afraid the master and madam won’t be able to tolerate it.”
Song Ling didn’t even look at her. Carrying the luosifen, he walked straight inside. Zhou Qingluo followed behind, holding four portions in his hands.
