The phone was quickly connected, and it was Wu Maocai's voice. Wild Sand Literature Network

Although he was a little disappointed, Zheng Baoyong still quickly told Wu Maocai about the situation here.

Hearing this, Wu Maocai was shocked, and hurriedly said: "You don't need to take the bus, what kind of bus to take, this is simply a shame for the ninth master, thirty more people can sit down, you wait for me for ten minutes, and I will be there immediately." ”

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Baoyong's face was slightly red, he had always been a student before, and the bus could be said to be an important tool for him to move in the medium and long distances, and he didn't feel anything.

As for the short distance of two or three kilometers, he was not even willing to pay five cents for the bus, only two or three kilometers, and walked directly to pass.

But now that I think about it, a rich man like Fang Chen invites guests to dinner, and he actually asks someone to take the bus, this is not a slap in the face.

And on a Mercedes-Benz car, Wu Maocai smashed his mouth, and felt that Zheng Baoyong's tone of speech just now seemed a little wrong, so he couldn't help but poke his head and asked Huiming in the back row: "Monk, you heard the voice on the phone, why do I think this Zheng Baoyong is a little weird when he speaks, and he seems to be a little lost?"

He knew that Huiming's ears were good, not to mention what was said on the other side of the phone, he could hear the footsteps within twenty meters with his eyes closed, and after getting familiar with them, he could also hear whose footsteps they were, in the words of the monk, this is called listening to the wind and distinguishing the position.

Huiming opened his eyes, glanced at Wu Maocai helplessly, and then said with a blank face: "He is not only asking for help, but also showing merit, but it turned out that it was you who answered the phone, not the boss, can he not be disappointed." ”

Wu Maocai blinked, pondered for a while, and found that this was really the truth, shaking his head and muttering: "This scholar has so many eyes. ”

Immediately afterwards, Wu Maocai had a flash of inspiration in his mind and asked, "But monk, you are not a scholar, how do you know? Monk, are you born with more eyes than others?"

"What is called multiple mental eyes, I am a great wisdom, in the words of the Buddhist scriptures, I have already cultivated his mind. Hui Ming said seriously.

"Isn't that just a plurality of hearts? Wu Maocai called Fang Chen as he spoke, Zheng Baoyong didn't succeed, but he could!

Hearing that Zheng Baoyong had gathered more than sixty Shuimu students over there, Fang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, Zheng Baoyong's efficiency was even higher than he imagined.

"Okay, I know, you take care of it for me, if you don't come back, I'll kick you to death." After speaking, Fang Chen hung up the phone.

Wu Maocai, who was originally smiling, heard this, his face collapsed instantly, and he glanced at Huiming angrily, "Monk, you hurt me, what kind of merit is this, there was nothing to do, but now it's good, if you don't do it well, you will be beaten up, and you will lose a lot of money." ”

Huiming said lightly: "Dongshi Xiaofeng, Huainan is orange, and Huaibei is orange." ”

If this call was made by Zheng Baoyong, then Fang Chen naturally did not hesitate to praise it, and if Wu Maocai called, hehe, that was the result just now.

In Zheng Baoyong's anxious waiting, a team of Haohao dàng)dàng) Mercedes-Benz convoy took the lead in breaking through the obstacles of the traffic light, only to hear a uniform sound of brakes, and ten Mercedes-Benz cars stopped neatly in front of Zheng Baoyong and others.

And that's not all, these ten Mercedes-Benz seem to be just a signal, and then the convoy of ten BMWs and ten Audis also stopped at the gate of Tsinghua Park.

From a distance, this is a long line of luxury cars.

Zheng Baoyong, Zhang Guoguo, Zhao Jiandong, Wang Endong and others instantly gasped, the scene in front of them was too shocking for them at this time.

After all, in these years, Santana can be called a good car, and only a cadre at the level of a real power department can have one.

As for luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz, Audi, and BMW, not to mention seeing so many at once, it's not easy to see one or two cars in Pingli.

Just when everyone was speculating about which big man was going to visit Mizuki, they saw a young man in his twenties, short and thin, like a monkey, jump out of the Mercedes-Benz car that hit the head.

Seeing that the person who came down was Wu Maocai, Zheng Baoyong's heart instantly chuckled.

The moment the car first came, he thought about whether this would be arranged by Fang Chen, but then he shattered this idea himself, if it was in Lingnan or Luozhou, he believed that Fang Chen could still organize such a convoy.

But this is Yanjing, not Fang Chen's territory, I didn't see that when Fang Chen came yesterday, the car he was sitting in was still an Audi, not even a Mercedes-Benz, how could such a team be formed?

Wu Maocai shook Zheng Baoyong's hand with some reserve, "Beckon you classmates to get in the car." ”

Seeing this scene, everyone understood that this was the car that came to pick them up.

In an instant, they had an intuitive understanding of Fang Chen's strength.

After getting in the car, everyone's performance was not much better than Deng Jun's performance in Fang Chen's tiger head run the day before yesterday, except for a few people, they all looked around like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

I was even more glad in my heart, fortunately I didn't go to take any bus, otherwise this intestine would not be remorseful, for most of them, sitting in such a luxury car, they never dreamed.

After greeting everyone to get into the car, Zheng Baoyong got into the head car directly, and he asked in disbelief: "These are all the company's cars?"

The pretense just now had consumed most of Wu Maocai's spirit, and he was now in a state of being hit by Fang Chen, and said in every possible way: "How is this possible, there is only one in total, or two are the company's cars, and the rest are from the supplier." ”

Xiaobawang has a branch under the retail department in Yanjing, how crazy it must be to allocate thirty luxury cars to the branch of such a department.

Yanjing is actually an Audi here, which Zheng Baoyong saw that day.

The rest of the cars were borrowed by him by calling suppliers in Yanjing, Jinmen, and Zhili cities and provinces yesterday.

And in Zheng Baoyong's opinion, these are all luxury cars, spectacular, but in his opinion, they are all chaotic.

Not to mention the three brands of cars, and the S-class, E-class, A6, A4, 3 series, 5 series have everything, it is simply a miscellaneous army.

According to his thoughts, not to mention the Rolls-Royce, when can he get thirty Tiger Head Ben, it will be a little interesting.

It's just that I'm afraid this is just a dream, and it's impossible to realize it in this life, at least not in Xiaobawang.

Who in the company doesn't know that Duan Yongping's demand for front-line work such as production and sales is very generous, and it can be said that he is responsive, but the car and the office have always been able to save money.

The entire company, just Fang Chen's tiger head ben looks like that, and the rest of the cars can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

There's no way, Duan Yongping, the general manager, still opens an Accord, what other ideas can the other people below have, at most they can have a blue bird.

As for this Audi, Yanjing still has a special status, and considering that Fang Chen often comes to Yanjing, Duan Yongping specially approved it.

And what Wu Maocai admires most about Duan Yongping is that it hasn't been a year since the Accord came into his hands, it has already been driven out of 80,000 kilometers, if it is a year, 100,000 kilometers will be proper, if you don't know, I think Duan Yongping is driving a taxi.

Under the sideways eyes of passers-by, this team of luxury cars, speeding all the way, soon drove to the Yanjing Hotel.

Looking at the glorious, magnificent, and famous Yanjing Hotel in front of them, most people felt shocked again.

How many times have they joked, saying that when they get rich one day, they must go to the Yanjing Hotel, the palace hotel for a big meal.

But that's just that, they know it in their hearts, not to mention that they are still students now, that is, they will work in the future, and their salary will be less than 300 yuan a month, and if they want to come to a place like Yanjing Hotel where at least 1,000 yuan can be consumed, then forget it.

There are some places that they are destined to never come to in this life.

And watching Wu Maocai greet the manager of the Yanjing Hotel familiarly, everyone was touched again, following this rich man, maybe one day they can be like Wu Maocai, entering and leaving the Yanjing Hotel as if they were in and out of their own home, relaxed and leisurely.

If Fang Chen knew that the pride of Shuimu University these days still envied Wu Maocai's ramming, I am afraid that he would really sigh at the power of money again.

As Mizuki students, they are undoubtedly proud, and they have beaten tens of thousands of their peers to sit in Mizuki's classroom.

But reality has dealt them a heavy blow, and all the aura they have now gained will disappear after they graduate, and even become a burden for them.

This is especially true in the face of some of the local tyrants who so-called got rich first, and their past glory does not seem to be worth mentioning.

After all, a considerable number of them are actually destined, and the future generals are no different from ordinary people, all of them are with a salary of less than three hundred, busy for firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, even if it is Mizuki, there are actually very few successful people, and it is impossible for everyone to succeed.

In this age of money, knowledge seems to be a flower in a greenhouse, which looks good, but in fact it is useless and vulnerable.

Under the guidance of the waiter, a group of people took the elevator and came to the hall on the twelfth floor.

The whole hall was empty, except for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sitting quietly behind his desk, smiling at them.

In this place, waiting for them as the master, it seems self-evident who the young man is.

But for most of them, they didn't expect that the other protagonist with an annual salary of 800,000 yuan would be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenager, much younger than them.

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