The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

C12 – You Can’t Park Here

The middle-aged man was close to tears.

He had simply stepped out to buy a bamboo shoot.

And now, he had unexpectedly encountered an understated tycoon.

If he had even a hint that these bamboo shoots in the truck were worth their weight in gold, he would never have ventured anywhere near this vicinity.

“All of this is just a big misunderstanding.”

The middle-aged man was now imploring for mercy.

Su Ming stood to the side, his smile subtle.

While the middle-aged man remained oblivious to Su Ming’s sale of golden bamboo shoots, his demeanor exuded anything but innocence; he was crude and unreasonable.

The two police officers maintained vigilant gazes.

The vehicle itself might not have been particularly expensive, but its contents were outrageously valuable.

Before long, the distant sound of police sirens grew audible. Shortly afterward, two patrolmen arrived.

The presence of their colleague clearly eased the tension, apparent from the relieved expressions of the two original officers.

Only after the middle-aged man had been escorted into the police car did they slightly relax.

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“Are you on your way to the bank?”

One of the patrolmen inquired.

This was a conjecture on the part of the patrolman. The sheer value of these goods was hard to dismiss.

“Yes.”

Su Ming responded with a faint smile.

“Would you like us to provide an escort?”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Su Ming’s smile held a hint of wryness. “These items aren’t of considerable worth. You needn’t trouble yourselves.”

The patrolman found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

Expressing his gratitude to the patrolmen, Su Ming then climbed into the vehicle.

Following the navigation instructions, he proceeded towards the bank.

Though Su Ming had declined their offer to escort him, two police cars discreetly followed behind.

The sight of them made it difficult for Su Ming to turn them down.

The patrolmen at the initial intersections were well-informed, allowing Su Ming to pass through the signals without waiting.

“What’s happening?”

“What kind of produce is he peddling?”

The main road had already become congested.

A red light that lasted minutes had aggravated the impatience of the drivers.

Upon spotting a produce truck navigating the road unimpeded and receiving no resistance, every set of eyes widened.

A Porsche owner, who had recently splurged on their purchase, felt a pang of regret.

The truck driver’s demeanor reeked of dejection.

Su Ming, however, was in high spirits. He pressed down on the accelerator and surged forward, aiming directly for the bank.

Su Ming parked the vehicle right in front of the bank.

“You can’t park here.”

The bank’s security guard emerged with a stern expression, pushing the entrance door open.

“Isn’t this a parking space?”

“This is our bank’s VIP parking zone.”

Pointing at the sign nearby, the security guard explained, “Only customers with savings exceeding ten million are eligible to park here.”

Su Ming gave a nod.

“Just drive ahead about 20 meters. There’s a public parking space available there.”

The security guard indicated.

Su Ming’s smile was tinged with subtle amusement. “So, if I were to deposit 10 million yuan now, I’d be exempt from moving my vehicle, right?”