Chapter 458

Chapter 458 - You're Wrong to Scold People

Su Ming didn't hesitate. He took the seeds straight to the field, ready to plant them.

The planting density for sweet luffas needed to be a bit higher.

Still, there was a limit.

On an acre of land, Su Ming could plant a maximum of five sweet luffas.

“Ding! Sweet luffa successfully planted! Harvest time: 48 hours!”

The notification in his mind took Su Ming by surprise, especially since the sweet luffas matured sooner than the crystal onions. Perhaps it was due to the higher planting density of the sweet luffas.

Su Ming didn't dwell on it.

He grabbed a bucket of water, moistened the newly planted seeds, and sprinkled some fertilizer around them.

“Hmm, do sweet luffas even use fertilizer? Oh well, it doesn't matter. If I'm happy, that's all that counts,” Su Ming mused.

With the Prophetical Radio in hand, Su Ming leisurely made his way back to the villa.

Glancing at the clock, he noted it was 10:35 a.m. on Wednesday—not Monday. Any news today? Su Ming wondered. Realizing a quick listen would give him his answer, he turned on the Prophetical Radio without hesitation.

“Breaking news: At noon this Wednesday, Grandma Wang from Apartment 503 in Garden District will misplace her dentures. She will locate them five minutes later.”

Hearing the broadcast, Su Ming was at a loss for words.

“System, are you messing with me on purpose? What is this nonsense?” he thought.

The first time he used the Prophetical Radio, and this was the news he got? He was far from pleased.

Su Ming promptly shut off the radio.

“Okay,” Su Ming agreed. He hung up and quickly went to the garage, selecting a spacious seven-seater van. He removed the middle row of seats to create even more room.

The rear seats of the van could recline, ensuring his parents would be comfortable during the ride.

Su Ming grabbed a quick bite to eat at a local spot.

Then, he set off for his hometown, enjoying the breeze through the open window.

The day was pleasant, with the sun casting a warm glow over him. As Su Ming drove, listening to music, a sudden blast of deafening music from a nearby car interrupted his tranquility.

He frowned slightly and glanced in the rearview mirror. The music was blaring from a red convertible sports car.

Inside were two brash young men, wildly grooving to the heavy metal blaring from their speakers. Their speed was increasing rapidly; the car was clearly modified.

“How do you like it? I did a good job with the modifications, huh?”

“Yeah, it's awesome!”

The two, dressed in alternative fashion with spiked hair, boasted loudly.

“I'll have you know, this car now has a V8 engine. No other car on the freeway can outpace it,” one bragged.

The driver laughed maniacally, then floored the accelerator, and the sports car's speed surged forward.

The individual in the passenger seat, despite his arrogance, possessed a sense of rationality and harbored fears of potential accidents.

“Bro, we're pushing 150 kilometers per hour. Push it any harder and this car's going to fall to pieces.”

“Alright,” the red-haired man acquiesced with a nod.

He refrained from accelerating further and instead swiftly overtook Su Ming's vehicle. Flaunting a defiant middle finger, he taunted Su Ming, “Your car is a piece of junk.”

Su Ming's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing the insult.

He resolved that the red-haired man's mockery of his car warranted a proper lesson.