The Versatile Master Artist

Chapter 307 - 176: Base Map

Faced with Bald’s curiosity,

Uncle Ah Lai looked at the boss in the back seat before answering, and seeing that Gu Weijing gave no instructions, he gently uttered two words, "Driver."

He didn’t like to steal the spotlight, so his answer was very concise.

"Just driving seems rather underutilizing your talents. Oh, brother, your appearance is quite impressive. If you ever want to switch to a higher-paying job, feel free to give me a call."

Bald squinted his eyes and fumbled through his coat pocket for a moment, then handed over a business card.

"Can’t guarantee riches and glory, but, buddy, as long as you perform half as sharply as you appear, earning a salary unimaginable for an ordinary driver should definitely be no problem."

He seemed very interested in Ah Lai and opened his mouth to recruit him.

Ah Lai didn’t refuse the business card, but he didn’t show any sign of interest either.

"Thank you."

Just like an ordinary full-time driver, he slowly took the business card and placed it in the storage space under the radio, where tickets and change were kept, speaking in a still very capable tone.

"I’m currently driving for Mr. Gu, and I’m quite satisfied with this job, so there’s no need."

Bald looked again at Uncle Ah Lai’s strong physique and then at the middle schooler in the back seat, beginning to doubt his original assumption.

If he were really a big shot in the underworld, he shouldn’t have gone unnoticed by me.

The important thing is, according to common sense,

with such a person’s pride, what qualifications does the young Gu Weijing have to command someone so formidable?

"Could he really just be a driver...? Probably, I was mistaken," Bald calculated in his mind.

"Bro, want a smoke? Elephant brand, with flavor beads, quite nice."

Bald placed the milk on the seat, spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, took out two cigarettes from his pocket again, put one in his mouth, and handed one over.

"Working, so no smoking."

"Then can I borrow a light?"

Uncle Ah Lai’s one hand still rested on the steering wheel, while the other used the lighter in front of the gear stick to light Bald’s cigarette.

Bald didn’t truly want to smoke nor did he lack a lighter.

He was playing a small trick.

When receiving the cigarette back, Bald intentionally or unintentionally grazed Uncle Ah Lai’s hand with the burning cigarette tip.

He did it very discreetly and swiftly; if one didn’t pay attention, it might go entirely unnoticed, but it was enough to cause a needle-like burning pain.

Lighting, using a cigarette to burn.

This was a little trick he often used in the past, when preparing to provoke and crash the territory of the big brothers on the street.

Approximately equivalent to "You dare to stare at me, I damn dare to stare at you" on an upgraded level.

The back of the hand is rich in nerves, and the dermis is quite thick.

Compared to verbal insults and conflicts, this method hurts enough but won’t cause burns. If the cops come, investigating who provoked the matter first won’t show on an injury exam.

In Bald’s experience, those older, gritty characters who’ve truly seen life and death might often appear calm, even amiable.

Drinking tea, playing cards, chatting,

At first glance, they might appear less fierce and intimidating than those who’ve just entered the scene, imitating colorful-haired Hong Kong movie gangsters, speaking with expletives.

However,

Much like a professional boxer who has fought thousands of bouts in the ring, the reflex they’ve honed to immediately strike back against an attack.

These seasoned brawlers, once their body is violated:

Will almost instinctively, uncontrollably, make a hostile counterattack.

Like a spectacle cobra provoked by passersby, it might pounce without even thinking.

This method is not presentable but is always an excellent way to probe a person.

"Hmm... let me see what you’re really made of."

Bald with slightly taut muscles and nerves, listened attentively, ready to respond based on this driver’s reaction at any moment.

He didn’t necessarily have it out for this somewhat dull driver,

But given Brother Hao’s regard for Gu Weijing, Bald needed to figure out what kind of mysterious figures had suddenly appeared around the boy.

Bald had prepared for the driver’s fury.

To his surprise, nothing happened.

Neither the venomous attack he anticipated, like being stung by an angry snake, nor the expected angry curses emerged.

"Tsk, what is this? Turns out to be so timid, just startled me for nothing..."

Bald chuckled, somewhat disdainful in heart.

This driver’s courage was lacking.

The other party seemed unwilling to cause trouble, surprisingly showing no reaction whatsoever, like a stone.

Hmm...

Like a stone?

Bald suddenly stopped laughing,

Realizing that something was amiss, and the mockery that had just surged in his heart instantly evaporated.

This guy’s reaction was way too calm!

The quick glide of a cigarette over the skin, although not prone to blistering, even the dullest person would reflexively flinch when burned.

This driver just remained silently like a sculpture, with the fingers holding the lighter not trembling at all, as if his nerves were cast from molten iron.

This could no longer be explained simply as cowardice.

"Wait a minute, oh my... This hand’s callouses are kind of... terrifying." Bald’s eyelid twitched fiercely.

When he went over to light the cigarette just now, he had an inexplicable gut feeling something was strange, but couldn’t put a finger on it.

It was at this moment that Bald suddenly understood where his discomfort stemmed from.