Chapter : 18
âGive me back my key.â
Fine, youâre the hackerâyouâre always right.
âHelp me deliver this order, and Iâll give you 1,000 yuan.â
âWealth cannot corrupt me.â
â5,000.â
Zhou Qingluo paused for a moment, then put on a very professional smile. He got off the bike, opened the delivery box, and said, âWhere to?â
Song Ling raised an eyebrow. âWasnât it âwealth cannot corrupt youâ?â
âThat just means it wasnât wealthy enough.â
Song Ling: ââŠâŠâ
Zhou Qingluo pulled up his payment QR code and held it in front of Song Ling. âScan and pay.â
âI only support WeChat transfers between friends.â
âYou can just scan without adding me and still transfer.â
âI set the system myselfâonly friends can transfer money. Strangers canât send even a cent.â
Zhou Qingluo didnât understand anything about computers, but since this guy hacked their platform backend in just ten minutes, it wasnât strange that he could set something like that.
Although Zhou Qingluo didnât 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, âAlright, you can transfer the money now.â
Song Ling sent it over. Zhou Qingluo flashed him a bright smile. âBoss, youâre generous.â
He suddenly realizedâonce 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, âCarrying a passenger costs an extra fifty.â
âDeal.â
Zhou Qingluo didnât hesitate. He set up navigation on his phone and set off.
Song Ling tapped the smiling sunflower icon on Zhou Qingluoâs WeChat profile picture and put his phone away, satisfied.
âZhou Qingluo, if you dare delete me on WeChat, Iâll hack your phone and transfer all your money away.â
As an artist with a vivid imagination, Zhou Qingluo couldnât help picturing Song Ling as a cartoon characterâa ferocious little god of wealth scattering money everywhere.
The image made him laugh. âDonât be like that. Arenât you supposed to be an honest person?â
Song Ling glanced at the sunflower on Zhou Qingluoâs helmet swaying left and right. The corner of his lips lifted slightly, so faint that even he didnât notice it.
Carrying twenty portions of luosifen, Zhou Qingluo felt like a manure carrier.
But Song Ling looked even more like oneâsince the delivery box couldnât hold everything, he carried two portions in each hand.
Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Lingâs dark expression through the rearview mirror and burst out laughing. âDamn, we really look like manure carriers.â
Song Ling: ââŠâŠâ
Zhou Qingluo added, âI wasnât talking about you. I meant me.â
Song Lingâs face darkened even further.
Fortunately, Song Lingâs house wasnât 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 frontâa 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. âSorry, non-residents are not allowed inside.â
Zhou Qingluo turned back to Song Ling. âHey, they wonât let me in. You want to make a few trips and carry everything yourself?â
Song Ling got off the bike with the luosifen and glanced at the guard.
The guard immediately smiled. âOh, itâs Second Young Master Song, but the rules of the complexâŠâ Delivery riders arenât allowed inside.
Song Ling interrupted, âThereâs no such rule.â
ââŠâŠâ
Song Ling walked to the gate. It opened automatically. Holding the luosifen, he blocked the door with his body and nodded at Zhou Qingluo. âCome in.â
Zhou Qingluo looked at the guard apologetically. âSorry, Iâm just doing what Iâm paid for.â
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 wasnât normalâand 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, âImpressive. You can even open the gate with your mind.â
His praise was completely sincere. After all, Song Ling was a hackerâwho knew how much âblack techâ he had?
Song Ling looked at him speechlessly. âThe gate uses facial recognition.â
Zhou Qingluo laughed. âOh, I thought it was your hacking.â
Song Ling looked at the idiot grinning away and tugged slightly at the corner of his lips. âZhou Qingluo, are you uneducated?â
ââŠâŠâ Yeah, yeah, youâre the tech genius. Youâre amazing.
The villa complex was huge, mostly consisting of standalone European-style villas. The landscaping was like a gardenârather 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 âking of villas.â
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?
âIs this where you live?â Zhou Qingluo asked.
âMm.â
âCan I take a picture?â
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. âSecond Young Master, this smell⊠Iâm afraid the master and madam wonât be able to tolerate it.â
Song Ling didnât even look at her. Carrying the luosifen, he walked straight inside. Zhou Qingluo followed behind, holding four portions in his hands.






