Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Stop! He can't enter," the guards at the gate called out, halting the driver. His attire didn't meet the nightclub's dress code, prompting Damien to pause and glance back at him.

"...It's fine; you can go on without me—damn it," the driver began, ready to tell Damien to enjoy the nightclub without him. But as he turned, he noticed Damien distractedly grabbing some candies from a nearby table before he headed inside, not even bothering to look back.

"Pfft, poor cab driver," one of the women nearby couldn't help but chuckle, watching how the taxi driver was left behind by the bouncers. The others chimed in with mock expressions of pity, while in reality, most had caught on to the camaraderie between the man in the suit and the driver, prompting some to move closer, eager to pry for more information about him.

However, outpacing them all was Ye Fan, who strode forward confidently, declaring, "He's with me. Let this poor guy enter."

"Huh? Young master, but the dress code—" one of the bouncers stammered, trying to explain the rules. But his protest was met with a fierce glare from Ye Fan.

"Dress code? Not even this nightclub will stay open if you go against me," Ye Fan warned in a firm tone. The bouncers, fully aware of Ye Fan's connection to the powerful Ye family, quickly relented, stepping aside to allow the driver through. The driver gave a slow, respectful bow as he moved past them.

"Come on, buddy! Tell me about that guy," Ye Fan said, noticing the driver hesitating. He casually wrapped an arm around the driver's shoulder, unfazed by his social standing—wealthy or poor—though an unsettling feeling about that suited man lingered in his mind. With that, he guided the driver into the nightclub, eager to glean as much information as he could.

The nightclub was filled with pulsating lights and thumping beats, creating an electrifying atmosphere that enveloped them as they stepped inside.

The air was thick with a mix of perfume, cologne, and the heady scent of excitement. Laughter and shouts mingled with the music, creating a symphony of nightlife sounds.

As they pushed further into the club, the vibrant crowd swayed and danced under the dazzling lights.

Ye Fan spotted a few familiar faces among the throng—friends who often frequented this establishment—but his focus remained on the driver, whose demeanor had shifted from confusion to curiosity.

"How did you end up driving a guy like that?" Ye Fan asked, gesturing subtly toward the still-visible figure of Damien as he began to mingle with others, effortlessly blending into the upscale environment.

As he narrowed his gaze toward Damien, his clear disgust and irritation for that man became evident, with the feeling of hatred slowly looming inside his mind.

The driver chuckled nervously, adjusting his cap. "Honestly? It was a regular gig for me. Picked him up at a hotel. At first, he seemed like just another businessman. But then... Continue your saga on m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

well, you saw me almost left behind, right?"

Ye Fan nodded, intrigued. "Yeah, what's his story? He doesn't seem like your everyday clubgoer."

The driver leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice over the booming bass. "I don't know much, but he seemed a bit off. There's something about him. He talked about deals worth billions and meetings with highly influential people to purchase a large amount of land in the main city but never revealed much. Told me he had to lay low for a while."

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this tidbit, though of course remembering that particular piece of information regarding the land purchases and billions of deals. "And you just left him here? Alone? In a place like this? Shouldn't you bring him to some hotels with rich people?"

"I had suggested the same, but he told me that he wanted to go inside a nightclub," the driver replied, shrugging. "Though when I asked why, he just said that his investors were not the people with small minds and old age, but young minds with broad goals, since he needed to talk with young masters."

"And what will you get in exchange?" Ye Fan inquired once again, thinking about how, if the driver revealed that precious information, it was impossible for that guy in the suit—who definitely appeared handsome and smart enough—not to give him some reward for making him meet the highly influential people. "But don't lie to me."

The driver blankly looked towards Ye Fan, seeing his eyes fixed in the direction of Damien. He couldn't help but think that this Ye Fan was a total idiot, who couldn't even see that everything he was doing right now was going according to the plans set by him. 'Idiot.'

"He promised me 1% from each deal he makes," the driver revealed as he noticed Ye Fan's body flinch as his gaze slowly turned towards him.

"What? 1% to a driver?" Ye Fan couldn't help but utter the words that came to his mind, not understanding how someone would be that foolish to give so much money to a mere driver just for him going around the city.

After all, how could a driver have connections with high-society people? But suddenly, 'wait a minute.'

He found at that particular moment that what if this driver had much intel than others, which was why Damien would have promised him that much money for fake assurance, not giving him a single penny but fooling him.

'Yes, indeed, how can someone even pay money to a mere driver?' Ye Fan assured himself, avoiding his gaze from the driver, shaking his head as he thought that perhaps the guy in the suit would scam this driver and, after securing the deal, not pay him any money.

Tring~

"Oh, is money being transferred?" The driver, seeing Ye Fan once again smiling like an idiot while thinking something inwardly, acted as if he got a surprise message on his phone, though of course he was only looking blankly at an idiot who couldn't read the room and was just falling into the trap.

"What money transfer?" Ye Fan suddenly heard the driver talk about some message and glanced at his direction. While wrapping his hand around the driver's shoulder, Ye Fan was able to take a peek at the screen of the driver, and there he felt his eyes widen the moment he saw a message written: ( A/c 1XXXXX099 credited by amount 5 million NR, Total Bal: Rs.

5,000,100 NR Clear, Never share OTP/Password for EMI postponement or any reason—City Bank.)

'!?!'

"5-5 million?!" In an instant, Ye Fan's mouth dropped open, seeing the amount credited in the bank—a whopping 5 million, which, to be honest, was even too much for him since his pocket money was only 1 million for a month.

Of course, the reason he was shocked was that this amount was credited to the bank account of a mere driver. 'Wait? Is he some hidden tycoon?'

He looked toward the driver's face, which appeared below average with dirt, revealing that he seemed poor from birth, and not even any of his reincarnations in a previous life had ever seen this much amount of money.

"Yes, it was a gift from that boss who gave me this if I brought him to the nightclub today," the driver said, as if mechanically repeating the recording he was told, revealing the information to Ye Fan while thinking inwardly how everything was just making him lose his mind.

So, before arriving here, that Damien, whom he thought was a human, told him a plan to lure Ye Fan in. And when doing so, he deposited the 5 million to be added into his bank account. Adding the source of income as agriculture, which was tax-free, the taxi driver submitted it to his bank account.

For verification purposes, it took time for the amount to be credited, and just now, as if everything was going according to Damien's plan, the message came right in front of Ye Fan's eyes.

Though of course, the money belonged to Damien even if it was in the driver's bank account.

Since the driver was not greedy enough for the money, it appeared, he had attracted that demon who, using his kindness, had deposited that large sum into his account, knowing he would not touch a single penny from it.

"Huh?" Ye Fan seemed to fall into a trance for a moment, not understanding if he had heard correctly—that this amount was transferred by that man in the suit, whom he thought was just trying to scam this driver by giving fake hope, but in truth had just given him 5 million NR out of nowhere?

If just for making this driver visit the nightclub he could pay five million, what if he found a way to introduce that man to numerous other people in high society?

"Hehehe, nice, nice," Ye Fan thought about the possibility of earning more money. Of course, he somehow felt disgusted towards that man, but it was not to the amount where he could forget about money and let it overshadow his anger and emotions.