Chapter 147: Disciples Can Also Foresee Fortunes and Misfortunes

Seeing both Cheng Qiang and his son Cheng Haoyu get into the taxi, the driver of the Mercedes-Benz business van was somewhat at a loss. He hurriedly jumped out of the car, ran over, and asked for instructions.

Cheng Qiang gave a wave of his large hand and commanded, "Drive the car ahead and lead the way."

Deep down in his heart, he still harbored a trace of skepticism. Having the driver lead the way served a dual purpose: on the one hand, to guide the route, and on the other, to test whether the vehicle would indeed suffer a breakdown just as Zhu Ziming had predicted.

As for the safety and life of the driver should the car actually break down, he did not care in the slightest.

"Understood," the driver replied. Although he had seen Zhu Ziming tinkering inside and outside the car with a feng shui compass earlier, he had no idea what the other party was doing, nor what had been said to Cheng Qiang. Therefore, at this moment, he was merely puzzled inwardly without giving it much thought, completely unaware that he had been cast away by Cheng Qiang as a mere test subject.

The driver turned around, returned to the Mercedes-Benz van, started the engine, and moved forward slowly.

Sitting inside the taxi, Cheng Qiang instructed the driver, "Follow that Mercedes-Benz van."

Feng Yong added, "Don't get too close. Maintain a distance of at least five hundred meters. Also, please stay one hundred percent alert so you can react in time if an accident happens ahead."

"Got it," the taxi driver nodded in agreement and drove along behind the Mercedes-Benz van. Meanwhile, he muttered inwardly, "What the heck, these rich people are really weird. They refuse to sit in a nice Mercedes van and instead ride in a taxi... In my opinion, they just have too much money to burn!"

With the Mercedes-Benz van in front and the two taxis trailing behind, the small convoy of three vehicles quickly exited the airport expressway and headed toward the urban area of Yongcheng.

Seated in the second taxi, Cheng Haoyu was squeezed miserably by the bulky bodyguards on either side.

Looking at the Mercedes-Benz van leading the way ahead, he could not help complaining mentally, "Didn't they say the Mercedes van had problems and was prone to breakdowns? It looks like it's driving just fine without any issues at all. That old fogey named Feng Yong might actually have some real skills, but the disciple he brought along is truly a charlatan. No actual talent whatsoever, just knowing how to put on a mysterious act! Car breakdown? Damn it, isn't that stating the obvious? Even the best cars will break down eventually!"

At that moment, he could not help feeling a wave of regret. Why on earth had he believed Zhu Ziming's words and gotten into this taxi? If he had chosen to ride in that Mercedes van up front, how wonderful and comfortable would he be feeling right now, instead of being squeezed like a sardine in a tin...

Just as Cheng Haoyu was filled with displeasure, the smoothly moving Mercedes-Benz van ahead suddenly let out a muffled "bang." Immediately afterward, the vehicle dipped heavily on the left side, and the body of the car began to show signs of losing control and skidding.

Witnessing this scene, Cheng Haoyu's eyes widened to their limits, and he cried out involuntarily, "What the hell, it really broke down? A blowout? And both the front and rear tires on the left side blew out together? Did it really have to be such a coincidence?!"

Overwhelmed by shock, he almost bit his tongue.

Just a moment ago, he had been regretting not taking the Mercedes-Benz van; now, he was thanking his lucky stars that he wasn't inside that vehicle. Otherwise, he would definitely have been injured!

The out-of-control Mercedes-Benz van slammed straight into the guardrail on the side of the road. Fortunately, traffic on the road at that moment was sparse, and both taxis following behind maintained a safe distance, averting a multi-vehicle pile-up tragedy.

The two taxis quickly pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.

Cheng Qiang had by now recovered from his shock. He stepped out of the taxi and walked quickly over to the Mercedes-Benz van. Looking at the driver sitting dazedly inside, who had not yet recovered from the fright, he asked, "How is it? Are you hurt?"

"No... no injuries," the driver replied, trembling. It was fortunate that he had the habit of wearing his seatbelt. Moreover, being a veteran driver of many years, he had executed the correct maneuver at the very first instant of the malfunction, thereby avoiding injury.

Cheng Qiang looked him up and down, and upon confirming that he was truly unharmed, dropped a final instruction: "Alright then, stay here, wait for the insurance company personnel to assess the scene, and then have the 4S repair shop send a tow truck." With that, he turned around and got back into the taxi.

At this moment, Cheng Qiang had no spare energy to care about the driver's condition, nor any mood to bother with the Mercedes-Benz van. His mind was now occupied by a single thought: to quickly take Feng Yong to redirect his fortune and alter his feng shui!

Even a disciple under Feng Yong's command was able to foresee good and bad fortune and take countermeasures. Was there any need to doubt Feng Yong's expertise?

Cheng Qiang, who had already been full of confidence in Feng Yong, had now reached the point of blind superstition!

Just as Cheng Qiang, Cheng Haoyu, and their group got back into the taxi and hit the road again, Li Sichen was also pedaling his dilapidated electric bicycle, meandering his way toward a bus stop near Nanshan Middle School.

There, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

Teacher Liu Qide, who taught Chinese to their class.

Li Sichen held a rather favorable impression of Liu Qide. Therefore, he slowed down his bike, smiled, and greeted, "Teacher Liu, where are you headed?"

Liu Qide had been looking down at a book in his hands. Hearing someone call out to him, he raised his head.

When he saw that the person addressing him was Li Sichen, he smiled and replied, "Oh, it's student Li Sichen. I'm preparing to make a home visit to Cheng Haoyu's home. He didn't come to school this morning, and no one answered when I called their house... Hey, you aren't eating lunch at school; where are you off to?"

Liu Qide was quite satisfied with Li Sichen as a student. After all, it was Li Sichen who had spoken up in class about how useful the study of classical poetry and prose truly is. To this day, he had more than once used Li Sichen's words from back then to lecture students in his other classes.

Furthermore, as a teacher imbued with the temperament of a traditional Confucian scholar, Liu Qide placed great value on establishing virtue, achieving merit, formulating enduring words, and upholding righteousness. Li Sichen's previous heroic act of disregarding his own safety to rescue a classmate happened to align perfectly with his ideals, earning him the utmost admiration!

A home visit to Cheng Haoyu's house? What a coincidence.

Li Sichen chuckled and said, "What a coincidence, I'm heading over to Cheng Haoyu's house as well. Teacher Liu, why don't you skip waiting for the bus and ride on my electric bicycle instead? Don't let its battered look fool you; it's still more than capable of carrying a passenger."