I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 24 Urban Racing Bankruptcy Edition

That familiar yellow figure stood out conspicuously on the bustling street.

Song You's mind raced for a moment, and he subconsciously released the ignition, slowing the tricycle down.

That's right, it's Tian Wenwu.

Although he was tanned and had a buzz cut, Song You would still recognize his imposing manner even if he turned to ashes.

However, the yellow windbreaker he was wearing with the logo of a kangaroo mouse printed on it, and the two-wheeled electric bike he was riding, looked completely different from the Mercedes-Benz he was driving in his social media posts.

"Tian Wenwu?" Song You called out tentatively.

The yellow figure suddenly stiffened, its neck turning around with a creaking sound, as if wound up.

The moment Tian Wenwu saw Song You and his "Get Rich Quick" tricycle, an extremely complex expression flashed across his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

The next second, without saying a word, he suddenly twisted the switch.

"Whoosh—"

The electric scooter let out a neigh that didn't belong to it, and like an arrow released from a bow, it shot off and merged into the rolling traffic.

Ran?

Song You stood there stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and a mix of amusement and exasperation welled up inside him.

You, Tian Wenwu, have done something wrong, haven't you?

Without saying a word, he turned the switch all the way up.

"Buzzing—"

The worn-out blue tricycle emitted a rumbling sound as if it were about to collapse under the strain, and the snakeskin bags in the cargo bed jolted and lurched out.

Thus, a strange scene appeared on the main road of Xiangcheng, where traffic flowed continuously.

A yellow electric delivery scooter sped away ahead, swerving left and right, weaving through gaps with incredible agility.

A blue farm tricycle was hot on its heels, its heavy body stubbornly holding on with all its might.

Song You felt the natural power flowing joyfully within his body. The enhanced reaction and coordination brought by the [Body Fitness] made him feel like he was driving a race car in this dilapidated tricycle.

The control of power has reached a new level.

With a sharp turn, the car tilted, and one tire even left the ground, carving a dangerous arc between a bus and a taxi.

"Damn! This guy's got guts!" Song You couldn't help but give Tian Wenwu a thumbs up in his heart.

With that kind of driving skill, he'd definitely be a top-notch tractor driver in the village.

When Tian Wenwu saw the persistent blue tricycle in the rearview mirror, his face turned green.

What did Song You eat to grow up like this? He can even drift while driving a tricycle.

He panicked, gritted his teeth, and drove his car onto the non-motorized vehicle lane, hoping to use the terrain to shake off the other party.

Without a second thought, Song You turned the steering wheel and sped off as well.

"Beep beep beep".

For a time, chickens and dogs ran rampant on the non-motorized vehicle lane.

The auntie riding a bicycle was so frightened that she quickly braked, and the old man who was taking a walk was almost knocked down. Pedestrians on the roadside all looked on in shock.

"Beep!"

A sharp whistle rang out, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in their ears.

A traffic policeman in uniform and white gloves stood expressionless at the intersection and gestured for them to pull over.

Tian Wenwu's electric scooter came to a sudden stop.

Song You also squeezed the brakes, and the tricycle came to a steady stop next to Tian Wenwu with a screeching sound.

The two looked at each other, neither saying a word, the atmosphere so awkward it could fill a three-bedroom apartment.

The traffic policeman walked over with steady steps, first glancing at Tian Wenwu, then at Song You, and finally his gaze fell on the flashy blue tricycle.

"Driver's license, vehicle registration." The traffic policeman's voice was devoid of emotion.

Song You and Tian Wenwu obediently took out their identification documents from their pockets.

The traffic policeman took the ticket, glanced at it, then looked up and said sternly, "Speeding on a main city road, entering the non-motorized vehicle lane, endangering public safety. You two have some nerve."

"No, officer, we just wanted to catch up," Tian Wenwu tried to explain.

"What is it, catching up?" the traffic police interrupted him. "Is this how you catch up? If you want to catch up, come to my place. It's spacious and they'll even provide meals."

Tian Wenwu immediately shut his mouth.

The traffic policeman looked down and quickly wrote something on the ticket.

Song You leaned over for a look and his heart skipped a beat.

"A fine of 600 yuan and six points deducted from your license for each person." The traffic policeman tore off the ticket and handed it to them. "Go to the booth over there to process it."

Six hundred?

Song You looked at his tricycle, a pieced-together secondhand vehicle that his father had bought for 500 yuan years ago. Now, if he were to sell it as scrap metal, it would probably only be worth 200 yuan.

This fine is more expensive than a car, he quickly calculated in his mind.

This car is better off not having.

"Officer," Song You suddenly spoke.

The traffic policeman looked up at him.

Song You pointed to his tricycle, a sincere smile spreading across his face: "Look, you can have this tricycle. It'll cover the fine, okay?"

The traffic policeman was stunned, and Tian Wenwu, who was standing next to him, was also stunned.

Even the elderly women watching the commotion on the roadside were stunned.

Having worked as a traffic police officer for over a decade, I've handled at least eight or ten thousand traffic violations, but this is the first time I've encountered someone trying to pay a fine by using their car.

He looked Song You up and down, then glanced at the blue tricycle with the words "Get Rich" painted on it, and his facial muscles twitched.

"Your car is worth at most four hundred," the traffic policeman said, sounding somewhat helpless. "You're still two hundred short."

"I see." Song You stroked his chin, took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out two red bills, and handed them over. "Then, I'll give you another two hundred."

Traffic police: "..."

He felt that his career was facing unprecedented challenges.

He took a deep breath, took the money, and pointed at Tian Wenwu: "And what about him?"

Song Youyi shrugged: "He drives a Mercedes-Benz, he's not short of money."

Tian Wenwu's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Finally, the two paid the fine and slunk out of the guard post.

The blue tricycle was so dilapidated that it was towed away by a tow truck called by the traffic police.

Song You, carrying two snakeskin bags, stood side by side with Tian Wenwu on the roadside, looking at each other in silence.

A gust of wind blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves, creating a desolate and awkward atmosphere.

It was Song You who spoke first.

He cleared his throat, patted Tian Wenwu on the shoulder, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Boss Tian, ​​not bad. You've expanded your business all the way to Xiangcheng, and you've even personally traveled all over the city to investigate the market, huh?"

Tian Wenwu stiffened for a moment. He coughed twice, stiffening his neck, and forced a smile: "I call this market research. Going deep into the grassroots, experiencing the people's lives, you understand? How can you know which area is the most profitable if you don't go there yourself!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, as if he were some kind of business tycoon.

"Ding dong! Your order is about to time out, please deliver it as soon as possible!"

A sudden, urgent phone notification ruthlessly exposed his pretense.

Tian Wenwu's face flushed red instantly.

He frantically pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and his expression was more bitter than if he had eaten a bitter herb.

Song You smiled inwardly as he looked at him.

He casually put the snakeskin bag on the ground and said, "Alright, stop pretending. Delivering food is fine, there's nothing shameful about it."

Tian Wenwu's shoulders slumped, and he deflated, muttering under his breath, "I was just afraid that if Grandpa and the others found out, they would think I'm useless."

"As long as they don't think you're successful when you drive back in a Mercedes, that's fine."

"That car was rented." Tian Wenwu's voice was even softer, and his expression was a little unnatural.

Song You didn't continue the topic. He pointed to the snakeskin bag at his feet: "I went into town to run some errands today, and my car got towed away. What do I do now?"

Tian Wenwu glanced at the two snakeskin bags, then at the back seat of his electric scooter, a troubled expression on his face.

"Where are you going?"

"There's a convention and exhibition center in Yueshan District, and also an agricultural supplies market," Song You answered truthfully.

"The convention center?" Tian Wenwu's eyes lit up. "Perfect! My delivery is in that area! It's on my way!"

He patted his chest and confidently declared, "Get in the car, I'll take you there!"

Song You pointed to the two snakeskin bags.

Tian Wenwu scratched his head and came up with a solution: he tied one bag to the front of the car and had Song You hold the other in his arms.

"Get out of here!"

Song You climbed onto the narrow back seat, feeling somewhat awkward.

Tian Wenwu turned the ignition, and the car started shakily.

"Hey, hold on tight!" Tian Wenwu glanced at him in the rearview mirror, then suddenly remembered something and warned him sternly, "And don't you dare hug my waist!"