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Chapter 481 - 482 Blocked - 1

Chapter 481: Chapter 482 Blocked - 1

But as a new driving school, if Li Changlin gave up on waging a price war, he really would have no competitive edge at all.

Moreover, Xingwei Driving School, backed by the Jiang Family, likely wouldn’t fear a price war either.

So this put Changlin in a dilemma.

He thought about his strengths and how he should proceed in a way that wouldn’t provoke the Driving School Association or the higher-level supervisory departments.

"Nowadays, most people learning to drive are young, and not everyone can easily fork out thousands of units. If I could offer installment payments." Li Changlin’s eyes lit up; he remembered considering learning to drive when he was a student.

Indeed, he later gave up on the idea because he couldn’t afford the lump sum payment.

He believed that many young people today, especially students, probably faced the same issue he did.

These people were his potential customers.

However, his own strategy would naturally be just as usable by other driving schools.

If Xingwei Driving School also adopted this billing model, Changlin feared his advantage still wouldn’t be significant.

"I’m operating a driving school, not to make money." Soon, Li Changlin suddenly remembered the only reason he was running a driving school was to complete the System tasks, so there was no need to worry about profitability.

If that was the case, then the problem would be simple to solve.

At that time, as long as he controlled cost issues and ensured no loss or minimal loss, that would already be a huge advantage.

"Alright, that’s what I’ll do!" Li Changlin clapped his hands together. Even if you beat Jiang Xingwei to death, he probably couldn’t imagine I’d go about it this way.

Heh heh, and those other six driving schools couldn’t be let off easily either.

Li Changlin narrowed his eyes slightly, considering that he still had some savings, why not open seven branches all at once?

Although this would mean a larger investment, Li Changlin wasn’t too worried.

After all, Zhou Xingxing had already promised to help him get first place in the Monthly Ticket race this month.

With that, he believed there would be a hefty income.

Another thing, for licensing and such, he didn’t need to do any public relations, because he now knew Bai Zicong’s identity.

With Bai Zicong stepping in, he should be able to take care of the licensing issue in a matter of minutes.

With this in mind, Li Changlin immediately made a call to Bai Zicong.

Good grief, Bai Zicong and his group were already nearing Jincheng, so Changlin discussed his plans with Zi Cong, asking for help with getting seven driving school licenses.

Of course, Li Changlin couldn’t just ask Bai Zicong for a favor without offering something in return—he promised to write two more songs for him.

With this assurance, Bai Zicong readily agreed.

Afterward, Li Changlin hung up and remembered he had to transfer money to his mother.

He found a bank and deposited 100,000 units into his mother’s account before calling her.

The phone barely rang twice before it was picked up, and he heard his mother’s familiar voice.

"Mom," Li Changlin quickly called out.

"Changlin, how have you been recently? Are you well? The weather has changed, so take good care of yourself. It’s not easy being alone out there, and if things are not going well, come back home," his mother said tenderly and caringly. Listening to her, Changlin felt like crying.

His days by himself had been really tough, to tell the truth.

But now things were better. With the System’s help, he believed his life would keep improving.

Quietly wiping his eyes, Li Changlin chuckled and said, "Mom, I got it. Don’t worry, your son has grown up and knows how to take care of himself. Also, I’ve just transferred 100,000 units to you. That’s money I’ve earned on my own. You don’t need to worry, just spend it freely and with peace of mind. By the way, Mom, how are Grandpa and Grandma doing, and how about my aunts and uncles?"

"100,000 units!" Li Changlin’s words gave his mother quite a shock. "Changlin, aren’t you working as a live streamer? How could you have made so much money?"

"Not all the money is from live streaming. I sold two songs I wrote. Some of it is the income from songwriting," explained Li Changlin, worried his mother wouldn’t believe him, so he decided to lay it out clearly.

With this explanation, his mother was indeed able to understand. After all, sending her son to study music had been a great sacrifice for Liang Qiuhua.

Even more, she had pulled quite a few strings and owed a fair number of favors, all of which Li Changlin was unaware of.

After talking with his mother for a while longer and learning that his grandparents were healthy and that nothing untoward had happened at his uncle’s house, Li Changlin truly felt at ease and then hung up the phone.

Leaving the bank around five o’clock, Li Changlin was preparing to hail a taxi to rush back.

However, no sooner had Li Changlin reached the roadside when suddenly, a black car and two vans sped toward him.

Screech!

The piercing sound of brakes filled the air as the two vans stopped in front of Li Changlin, and the black car halted a little further ahead.

Li Changlin was taken aback and instinctively stepped back two paces.

Although he wasn’t scared, the situation felt bizarre, almost like those gangster scenes of ambushes he’d seen on TV.

Clang, clang.

Just then, both vans’ doors were flung open, and a group of brawny men jumped out.

Each man was armed with a metal rod or steel pipe, all wearing menacing expressions as they stared at Li Changlin.

Li Changlin’s expression changed slightly; his guess had been correct. Just who were these people?

Could it be Jiang Xingwei?

Li Changlin’s eyes narrowed slightly, angered that the man could be so shameless and infuriated by his actions.

Subconsciously, Li Changlin turned to look at the black car in front.

According to his guess, if these men were sent by Jiang Xingwei, then Jiang Xingwei himself ought to be sitting in the car up front.

As Li Changlin was deducing, someone finally got out of the small car up front.

A man with a bald head emerged from the driver’s seat and then opened the rear door.

Bald head?

Li Changlin watched, feeling it looked somewhat familiar.

Immediately after, his eyes narrowed slightly as he saw Song Haonan exit the car.

No sooner had Song Haonan stepped out of the car than he turned and glared fiercely toward Li Changlin.

In his eyes flashed a sharp intent to kill as if he held a deep-seated grudge against Li Changlin.

"Li Changlin!" Song Haonan quickened his pace and strode over.

When he was about three to five meters away from Changlin, he halted and shouted coldly.

"Boss Song, what is this about?" Li Changlin spread his hands and asked indifferently.

"You know very well the great deed you’ve done. And now you’re asking me what this is about!" Song Haonan’s face broke into a cold sneer upon hearing Li Changlin’s words.

With a wave of his hand, those thugs, armed with weapons, closed in and surrounded Li Changlin.