Chen Ergou moved into the Zhongshan Golf, just like he spent Chen Yuanshu's money to stay at the Hilton International Hotel for the first time. He knew very well that the big bed was not a place where he could roll around freely, and sleeping there might not be as comfortable as in his doghouse in Shanghai or Shanshui Huamen. Chen Ergou was led by Wei Xiacao into a room on the second floor of the villa, which had a separate bathroom, a separate balcony, and even a small study. In Chen Ergou's eyes, it was spacious and luxurious. Chen Ergou put the books in order one by one, then folded the clothes in his bag and stuffed them into the wardrobe, finally sitting at the desk to read a book of Xuan Yongguang's "Speaking Out".

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  Lunch was cooked by Fang Jie herself, and Chen Ergou ate carefully, not daring to be as reckless as usual. Fang Jie, who seemed to be in a good mood at the dinner table, handed Chen Ergou a business card and told him to go find someone to learn how to drive and take the driver's test. Finally, she handed Chen Ergou a Huaxia Titanium Gold Card and said: "This card was opened with your ID, and I've arranged a position for you at the company, with a maximum salary of 200,000 yuan. You can manage your expenses yourself, don't be afraid to spend money, and you don't need to report back to me about what you do. Once you get your driver's license, go to the company to report for duty. I'll make it clear now that for the time being, you definitely won't be allowed to touch financial or management matters. Mainly, you'll just be my personal driver. However, when we have shareholder meetings or board of directors meetings, you can sit in and listen. Apart from that, you'll also need to help take care of some private matters, including a private club, two bars, and several other entertainment venues. It sounds like a lot of trouble, but once you get the hang of it step by step, it will be much easier. My personal intention is that if your energy can handle the company's operations, once you're familiar with the workflow and have earned a good reputation, I'll hand over all the business to you. I don't consider you an outsider, so I won't hide anything from you. After Little Guo left, I didn't want to be without someone who could talk to me heart-to-heart, so I'm not hiding anything from you."

  Chen Ergou held the business card and Huaxia Titanium Card, not in a hurry to express his loyalty. Fang Jie was obviously a pragmatist. Chen Ergou didn't want to just talk big, he had just read from a business book that when dealing with demanding superiors' tasks, one must first make them think they can complete 80%, and ultimately deliver 102% results. This way, not only will the superior not be disappointed, but also give him a surprise. Even if things go wrong, the superior's initial expectations were low, so his own image would naturally shine through.

  What the book says, Chen Ergou puts into his brain and swallows into his belly, digesting it bit by bit, and then he will go do something step by step.

  Chen Ergou thinks this is just "dumb birds fly first".

  Chen Ergou found the driving instructor specified by Fang Jie on the business card in the afternoon. Originally, Fang Jie meant to go again tomorrow, but at dusk, Chen Ergou, who was sweating all over in a worn-out training car, called Zhongshan Golf to ask if he could sleep at the driving school for the next few days. The phone was answered by Wei Xiacao, who agreed without hesitation. She couldn't wait for this guy to not return to the Wei family villa for a year and a half. Just thinking about living under the same roof as him made her uncomfortable all over. At that time, Fang Jie was having tea with a member of the Fang family in a teahouse in Nanjing. After hearing Wei Xiacao's report, she didn't say anything. At this stage, she didn't expect Chen Ergou to be able to make an effort immediately. Moreover, although she said she didn't treat this young man as an outsider, there was an important premise hidden behind that - Chen Ergou had to show at least the strength or potential of Guo Xiaoyu. Otherwise, Fang Jie never had the habit of wasting time and money on a mediocre person.

  Driving school, 11 pm, a big car was still doing the most basic movements in unison, and of course, Chen Ergou was driving. Many people learn to drive in Nanjing, but those who can drive from 1 pm to 11 pm are definitely rare. And even rarer is someone who can drive for 10 hours straight without getting dizzy or disoriented. If it weren't for Chen Ergou's hands being too calloused, an ordinary person would have gotten blisters a long time ago.

  The middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat had a sloppy appearance, with a goatee and a square face that made him look rather frivolous. He was smoking a cigarette and had one leg crossed over the other, giving off an air of not being able to accomplish anything. In reality, he was the most idle and unprofessional instructor at this driving school. Out of every ten students he taught, eight or nine would fail their driver's test, and every month, two or three training cars would be damaged beyond repair under his care. It was a miracle that such a wasteful person hadn't been kicked out of the driving school yet.

  He practiced for ten hours, and he accompanied him for a full ten hours. He didn't know why he was so patient, as he usually had a bad temper. Maybe it was because of the 60 yuan per pack of Supreme Nanjing cigarettes in Chen Ergou's pocket, or maybe he wanted to see how long this street-smart kid could last. After smoking and chatting, they finally reached the present moment. Good cigarettes are not easy to come by, and the uncle reluctantly took a final puff, threw away the cigarette butt, stretched his waist, and glanced at the young man driving with a serious expression. He somewhat admired his determination and said lazily, "You're getting the hang of it quickly, you must be using your brain while driving. If you had a good teacher, you could pass the test in 20 days. But if you encountered me, consider yourself unlucky - it wouldn't take less than a month. To be honest, I've finally found someone who can let me smoke Supreme Nanjing cigarettes, and I don't want to let him go."

  "Learn slowly, then go slower." Chen Erdou smiled with a mouthful of teeth that were almost as white as those in an advertisement, which was hard to imagine for someone who had been smoking cheap cigarettes and even dried toad tobacco. He handed another cigarette to the master and focused on practicing driving.

  The man with a mustache had a lollipop in his hand, just like the weird uncle who lures little girls to see goldfish. Hearing Chen Er Gou say this made him even more guilt-free. Zhou Yu hit Huang Gai, one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten. He lit a cigarette with a match, slowly exhaling, as if at that moment, a life of earning only 20-30 yuan a month in dead-end jobs, not even enough for his wife to warm his bed, was already fulfilling. At 1 am, he saw Chen Er Gou still showing no signs of resting, smiled and said: "Considering I've smoked away more than half a pack of Supreme Nanjing cigarettes, I'll treat you to a midnight snack. By the way, where do you sleep at night?"

  "It's okay to sleep in the car." Chen Ergou said with a silly smile.

  In a big stall, perhaps due to the proximity of a low-end nightclub, there were many young women with heavy makeup and bright smiles. Unfortunately, Chen Erdou and the middle-aged uncle didn't look good enough, so the two men could only drink ice beer, eat the specialty duck head chicken feet, occasionally smoke a few cigarettes, tell some dirty jokes, and have a midnight snack that was more enjoyable than the lunch at Zhongshan Golf Course. The uncle's face turned red from drinking, but as he drank more, his eyes became brighter and brighter after finishing almost a whole case of beer.

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  It's been a month, and nothing unusual has happened in Nanjing. Wang Hu and Wang Jiefang haven't even returned to Nanjing. It's not too long or too short, but at least Wei Xiacao, who didn't want to remember Chen Ergou, started thinking about the old Wei family villa again. He had a place there, his room on the second floor, which was originally a guest room, but was later arranged for Chen Ergou after being vacated. One day, Wei Xiacao returned home for dinner and found her mother in Chen Ergou's room, where she stayed for more than half an hour without coming out. Wei Xiacao, who was watching a movie in the living room on the second floor, couldn't help but enter Chen Ergou's room as well. The room looked very clean and tidy, either because of the maid's daily cleaning or because Chen Ergou hadn't changed anything at all. Her mother was reading a bestselling book called "The Rise of Currency" in the small study, with a white paper in her hand, fully focused.

  Wei Xiacao walked over to take a look and was startled. As a finance major, she roughly understood that it was the derivation process of a Black-Scholes option pricing model formula, which required lengthy professional terminology and sentences to lay out, including partial differential equations and higher-order functional equations. Wei Xiacao didn't think a rural migrant worker could possibly understand financial options, derivatives, arbitrage-free pricing principles, and Markov processes. Breaking it down, these key terms weren't overly difficult for someone in her finance profession, but to completely solve the option pricing model, a "black box" in finance, was undoubtedly a headache-inducing task. And for a migrant worker who looked like he hadn't even attended college, it wasn't something from heaven?

  What is Chen Fusheng doing?

  Wei Xia Cao furrowed her brow.

  "Don't you understand?" Fang Jie glanced at her daughter who had always been proud, and handed her a book from the bookshelf.

  Wei Xiacao took the book, which was Chris Anderson's "The Long Tail Theory". The book had many pages inserted with dense handwriting, almost as if trying to squeeze in every possible word. The first page was a reading experience, written in neat and small font, with over 2,000 words. Wei Xiacao quickly scanned it and found it to be similar to a university graduation thesis defense. Afterwards, her mother Fang Jie handed her several books, each with two to ten pages of analysis and thoughts.

  "I'm not an economics major, so I don't really understand what he's researching, but I know that reading books should be like this. Look at every book here, almost every page has highlighted important points. I believe the notes he wrote in the margins of a single book are probably tens of thousands of words. This is called thoroughly reading a book, and then there are those one-page summaries after finishing each chapter, which is distillation, called making the book thinner. A book should be read thickly first, then thinly, only then can it be said to have been truly read." Fang Jie spoke with a hint of sophistication, sighed, carefully tucked the paper back into "The Ascent of Money", put down the book in her hand, and gazed at the bookshelf that had changed after Chen Er Gou's trip to Zhongshan Golf Course. Fang Jie was filled with emotions, "Xia Cao, your dad was very hardworking when he was young, but now it seems that this fleeting life still needs to be cherished a bit more."

  Wei Xia Cao muttered, unwilling to admit defeat, especially not wanting that country bumpkin to surpass her idolized father: "What's the use of just burying your head in books? It's been a month already and he still hasn't passed his driver's test. He even dares to call us and ask if we can give him another month, this kind of rookie on the road, I wouldn't dare sit in his car later."

  Fang Jie shook her head and said, "Let's wait and see. I think this young man is a ruthless person who won't let people down."

  Wei Xiacao put down the book with a disapproving expression and decided never to enter this room again.

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  It would be a surprise to Wei Xiacao, but Chen Ergou's driver's license was obtained on the 14th day of learning to drive. After that, he drove around Nanjing city day and night for half a month, specifically choosing rush hour during peak hours. Although the middle-aged uncle spoke lightly and seemed unreliable, he sat in the passenger seat from start to finish, guiding Chen Ergou every day. There were constant minor accidents, scratches, and whatnot. This couldn't be blamed on Chen Ergou's driver's license being fake, but rather the middle-aged uncle taught Chen Ergou how to drive in a very wild way. In areas with a speed limit of 60, he absolutely wouldn't drive at 59. It felt like he was just short of letting novice Chen Ergou drift. The car was already old and worn out, and after being driven like this, it became even more rickety. However, the middle-aged uncle said, puffing on his cigarette, "You can mess with this broken car as much as you want, if it breaks down, it's my fault."

  At night, the uncle let Chen Erdou go to the wide roads of Nanjing, such as Chengxi Avenue, Chengdong Avenue, and Weiqi Road. These road sections occasionally have people racing, but not the kind of "rich second-generation racing", it's not a matter of life and death, most are cars like Mazda 6 or Audi A4 that look more stable, only speeding up when encountering an opponent. Chen Erdou was often encouraged by the uncle to challenge others, although he mostly ended up being defeated and left far behind, but he became more courageous in battle. Occasionally, the uncle would demonstrate a few times when he had an itch, teaching Chen Erdou that the principle is not to show off in downtown areas, be honest and down-to-earth, and save the wild and bold behavior for highways or late at night. This made Chen Erdou think of Chen Yuanshu, who seemed like a good role model.

  By the second month, Uncle somehow managed to get a Passat with modified equipment for Chen Erdou. Although it's not considered a high-end car, it's two grades better than the original one. From then on, Uncle no longer limited Chen Erdou to running on Nanjing Road, but instead let him drive directly on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway, saying that when he could cover the 300-kilometer journey within two hours, he would be considered a qualified driver.

  A month later, Chen Erdou, who had been eating mantou and drinking mineral water every day, took Huang Nanjing, who was worth 100 yuan a pack, on a trip to the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway. At that time, they were following a Porsche Cayenne, which caught up with Chen Erdou's Passat at Weiyi Road. Initially, the two cars stopped side by side at a red light, and then the middle-aged uncle, as if he had taken an aphrodisiac, let Chen Erdou chase after the Cayenne. The competition began, and they chased each other for over ten minutes. The Cayenne took advantage of a traffic light change to successfully shake off the Passat, leaving the uncle frustrated and saying that there was a beautiful woman in the car, who was a stunning beauty. Chen Erdou didn't think much of it, but when they arrived at the next intersection, he found that the car was waiting for them by the side of the road. This kind of "racing" made the middle-aged uncle very appreciative, and then the two cars began to run on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway in a very tacit understanding.

  Chen Ergou's driving can be described in one sentence: he was blinded by rage.

  The uncle who feared that the world was not chaotic enough was wailing and howling all the way, like a madman with a nervous breakdown. When Chen Erdou finally managed to drift out of a turn with a slightly stiff and awkward overtake in the classical sense, the uncle burst into loud laughter, as if he wanted to stand on the car roof, take off his pants and show them off to the beauty.

  Chen Ergou's innate wildness was fully displayed and burst forth, he really didn't care about his life anymore.

  The result was a thrilling scene as they arrived in Shanghai, and when the uncle stopped the car, he looked at his watch, took the cigarette that Chen Erdou had tossed over to him, and exclaimed: "Damn it! Good job! 1 hour and 34 minutes, with a top speed of 240 kilometers per hour. I reckon this car and my driver's license are both done for. But one word - worth it. How do you feel?"

  "Refreshing."

  Chen Ergou chuckled and said: "Just like those women being pressed under me on the bed, I can finish one and a half hours in one breath."

  "This is ridiculous."

  The uncle burst out laughing, "However, I like it!"

  Laughed so hard that the cigarette fell to the ground, the uncle picked it up and continued smoking. He glanced at a beautiful Porsche Cayenne parked in front of the Passat, then looked at the young man beside him, with only one thought in his mind: if you don't go crazy, you won't be able to live. This guy who is not yet impressive will have a big explosion someday. (To know what happens next, please log in, more chapters available, support the author, support the official version!)