C170 – Driving for Su Ming
“Turn off the camera first,” Su Ming said with a smile. “100,000 fans? I bet there are barely a couple hundred people tuning into your stream, right?”
The female streamer’s face flushed with anger at being called out, but obediently, she switched off the camera.
“The big spender’s got a point!”
“Don’t turn off the camera! The rich guy looks pretty handsome.”
“This streamer is such a joke!”
“She has the nerve to claim she’s famous.”
“There’s probably just around a hundred people watching her stream, if that.”
The streamer’s irritation soared as she read the comments.
“Hey! Would you all zip it? I’m your streamer, remember?”
“Where’s the moderator? Ban them from commenting!”
Moderator: “I can’t do that. If I ban them, your stream will be a ghost town.”
“Now even the moderator’s not taking her side.”
“Streamer, why so overconfident?”
“You barely have an audience, and now you want to silence us too?”
Su Ming couldn’t help but chuckle at the streamer’s frazzled state.
“It’s sweltering out here. Come sit in the car for a bit.”
He opened the car door, then suddenly recalled he’d been drinking.
Driving under the influence was a crime, and Su Ming prided himself on being a law-abiding citizen.
“Oh, can you drive?” he asked, blinking innocently.
The streamer looked puzzled. “Yes, I can drive. Why?”
“Perfect. You can drive me home. Saves me the trouble of finding a ride-share.”
Su Ming settled into the passenger seat and shut the door.
The streamer blinked, rooted to the spot in disbelief.
What in the world?
She didn’t recall agreeing to drive Su Ming anywhere.
Is this how all wealthy people act?
“What? I...”
She blinked again, her words faltering.
“Come on, get in. What are you waiting for?” Su Ming called out, a hint of bewilderment in his voice as he rolled down the window.
“Alright.”
She nodded meekly and climbed into the car.
“They’re on the move!”
She fired up the engine. Su Ming settled into the passenger seat, closing his eyes for a quick rest.
“Ease up on the brakes, will you? Take it slow.”
Midway through the journey, Su Ming warned, “Watch it. I might just leave you a bad review.”
Annoyed by his comment, she retorted, “Got it!”
Despite her impatience, her driving did become noticeably smoother.
Su Ming appeared to doze off in his seat.
Before thirty minutes had passed, they had reached their destination.
Su Ming stirred awake right on cue.
“Thanks for your efforts.”
Su Ming gave a nod, adding, “I’ll be sure to call on you as my driver in the future.”
“I’m not some stand-in driver; I’m a streamer!”
“You’re not just a streamer; you’re Little Streamer!”
“You!”
“See ya!”
With that, Su Ming exited the car, leaving a fuming Little Streamer behind.
She hadn’t expected Su Ming to be so adept at getting under someone’s skin.
“Little Streamer seems really ticked off.”
“Poor Little Streamer got picked on.”
“The boss sure took off in a hurry.”
“Little Streamer was so self-assured, but the boss didn’t spare her a second glance.”
Reading these comments, Little Streamer was seething, yet powerless to respond.
Biting back her frustration, she stormed off.
Su Ming chuckled to himself as he watched her go.
He made his way into the orchard, examining a pear tree.
The fruit was ripe, though the tree bore only pears.
No diamonds or other treasures were to be found.
Could it be that pears, like fennel, possessed unique properties?
Curiosity piqued, Su Ming blinked.
He approached a pear tree and plucked a fruit from its branches.
The scent of the pear was enticing.
After giving the pear a thorough wash, Su Ming sank his teeth into it.
“Deliciously sweet!”
Su Ming’s eyes lit up, savoring the delightful flavor of the pear.