Richest Rag-picker

Chapter 307: Chapter 306: An Entire Truckload

’Free for ten years??’

The man in the suit next to Fang Chenyi was completely dumbfounded. When he finally snapped out of it, he was left speechless.

’This scrap-collecting kid is really full of himself. Free Red Bull? For ten years? Does he really think he owns the company?’

Just as the man was wondering if this scrap collector was just putting on a show, Fang Chenyi smiled and asked him,

"So, what’s your name, friend? And your phone number."

’Damn, this kid is really committed to the act. Asking for my name and number. What’s he going to do with it anyway?’

’Even in the impossible scenario where he really is the boss of the Red Bull Group and could get me free drinks, it’s not like he owns the supermarket.’

Perhaps it’s a traditional Huaxia virtue to love a good spectacle. Seeing this, the surrounding crowd began urging the man in the suit to give Fang Chenyi his name and number.

Everyone had heard Fang Chenyi’s offer loud and clear, and they were all curious to see what would happen next.

Seeing the situation, an idea suddenly struck the man in the suit. He chuckled and said to Fang Chenyi,

"My young friend, from the sound of it, you’re saying the Red Bull Group is your family’s business, huh? Heh, well, regardless, I appreciate the thought. By the way, about these free drinks... you don’t expect me to go all the way to Red Bull’s headquarters to get them, do you? At that rate, I wouldn’t get a single can in ten years! Haha."

Fang Chenyi just smiled and shook his head. The only reason he wanted to give the man ten years of free Red Bull was that he’d just acquired 96% of the Red Bull Group’s shares thanks to him.

He was in a great mood because of it and wanted to let this guy share in a bit of the good fortune.

’But judging by his reaction, he doesn’t believe me at all. That’s fair, though. I was just collecting scrap bottles a minute ago. No one would connect me with the chairman of the Red Bull Group.’

Before Fang Chenyi could respond, the man in the suit spoke again.

"I think I’ll pass on the ten-year supply. How about this, kiddo? If you’re so insistent on giving me ten years of Red Bull, why not give it to me all at once?"

At these words, many in the crowd sneered. Some of the closer onlookers had seen the entire exchange. This guy had been mocking the young man just moments before, then gave him a few bottles, probably just to mess with him. And now, the young man was turning around and offering him a ten-year supply of Red Bull.

Clearly, the young man was just messing with him in return.

No one in the crowd actually believed Fang Chenyi.

But to everyone’s surprise, Fang Chenyi simply nodded and said calmly,

"That works. Alright then, I’ll calculate it at ten cans a day. That’s three thousand six hundred and fifty cans a year, which comes to thirty-six thousand five hundred cans for ten years. Just give me an address. I’ll have people load up a truck and send it over right now."

Thirty-six thousand five hundred cans sounded like an impressive, intimidating number, but in reality, it was just about one truckload.

So it was no big deal to Fang Chenyi. He was confident that the Red Bull warehouse on Qinhuang Island had far more than that in stock.

The man in the suit burst out laughing.

"Well then, I really have to thank you, kiddo! But my son is still taking his exam, so I can’t leave just yet. Why don’t you have it delivered right here? That way, I can treat all the students to a drink after they’re finished."

Everyone could tell he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for Fang Chenyi, determined not to let him pull off his bluff.

Fang Chenyi nodded. "Fine by me. They’re my gift to you. You can do whatever you want with them," he said with a light chuckle.

With that, he spoke into his phone to Sun Zhi, who was still on the line.

"So, did you get all that? We should have enough stock in the warehouse, right? I’m over in Yuguan. Add me on WeChat and I’ll send you my location. How fast can you get here?"

After Fang Chenyi finished, Sun Zhi laughed on the other end of the line and said,

"Haha, what a coincidence, Chairman! We just had a truck come in from the production line with fifty thousand cans. Xiaozhang, the driver, just called me. He said they just got off the highway and are stopped at the west exit to grab a bite to eat. I’ll have him head straight over. He can be there in ten minutes, tops!"

Even Fang Chenyi hadn’t expected such a perfect coincidence. He chuckled, said, "Great," then hung up and turned back to the man in the suit.

"As it turns out, we have a truck that just got off the highway near here. It’ll arrive within ten minutes. So, just wait here. I’m going to put this woven bag in my car."

He gestured with the bulging bag in his hand, then turned and walked toward his car.

When the crowd saw Fang Chenyi walk away, they all sighed. Everyone assumed he was just making an excuse to bail.

The atmosphere slowly returned to normal, though occasional glances toward Fang Chenyi’s Hongqi H9 indicated that his little stunt had become the new topic of conversation.

The man in the suit, however, didn’t give it a second thought. He took his son and got back into his car to enjoy the air conditioning.

Inside the car, his young son asked,

"Daddy, is that big brother really going to give us drinks?"

The man in the suit shook his head dismissively.

"He’s just a scrap collector talking big, son. See? This is what uneducated people are like—all talk and no substance. Saying he’s the chairman of the Red Bull Group... why not just say he’s the chairman of Baida? Or the chairman of Penguin? That would make him the richest man in Huaxia, wouldn’t it?"

The boy listened to his father, nodding as if he only half-understood, before turning his attention back to the cartoons on his phone. The man in the suit, meanwhile, went back to scanning the crowd for lightly dressed young women.

RUMBLE...

Just as everyone was starting to mind their own business again, the low rumble of a large engine reached their ears.

It was clearly the sound of a heavy-duty truck.

Everyone was confused. With the exams still in progress, they shouldn’t be letting a truck that size into the area.

But as the approaching truck got closer, they saw it was loaded to the brim with cases of Red Bull, and they all froze.

Almost in unison, all eyes instinctively turned toward the Hongqi H9 parked in the shade nearby.

’Could it be? Was that scrap-collecting kid telling the truth? Is he really the owner of the Red Bull Group??’

It wasn’t just the crowd; the man in the suit, sitting in his Accord and enjoying the A/C with his son, also saw the truck slowly rolling up.

’Holy shit, what a coincidence! A Red Bull truck just happens to be passing through here?’