Feeling that his life had greatly improved and that he had completely shed the label of "poor guy," Qin Shi decided to indulge himself and took a taxi to the villa area in Nanjiang District where Lin Yunqing lived.
"Driver, the last four digits are 3706."
Qin Shi got into the ride-hailing car, leaned back in the rear seat, and opened the window.
A slight breeze blew in, ruffling the strands of hair on his forehead.
"Villas in Nanjiang District aren't cheap, you know."
The driver, activating his "chitchat" passive skill, started some casual conversation.
"Yeah, I wouldn't know. I live in Old Factory Street."
Qin Shi scratched his head.
If someone asked about the prices at the Old Factory Street market or the cost of various nutritional pastes, he might be able to answer.
But the prices of villas and luxury cars were completely outside his knowledge.
