When Nalan Zhongcheng came out of his room, it was already lunch time, and Xiao Sheng, who did not 'waste' Xu Daxing's precious time, directly led Zhongcheng to the restaurant downstairs, ordered a few delicious dishes casually, asked for a large portion of rice, and the two of them, who did not drink again, remained relatively silent throughout the meal.

Xiao Sheng, who devoured the first bowl of rice and didn't know how many bowls of rice he had eaten, put the empty bowl that had never left a grain of rice in front of the table. Compared with Xiao Sheng's appetite, Nalan Zhongcheng, who had not finished eating a bowl of rice, seemed to be preoccupied.

There is no more nonsense. Some things, some feelings, not who said that they can change, otherwise, on the first day of school, the teacher taught us to study hard and make progress every day, why do we still go to Tsinghua University and farm the land?

There is always such a journey in life, dark and lightless, you need to be alone, groping forward, the so-called guide is just a few bright lights in the head, walk in front of you, Yingying illuminates a section for you to expose, there is always a crossroads, there are always left and right, forward and backward in the opposite direction, relying on others is better than relying on yourself.

Xiao Sheng, who was in no hurry to get up with a cigarette, looked downstairs through the glass window, the sun was warm, and the autumn wind was not as cold as a few days ago, mixed with a bit of warmth. However, deep in the high-level, this warmth is still difficult for ordinary people to perceive.

Nalan Zhongcheng, who put down the dishes and chopsticks, borrowed a disinfected towel, wiped the corners of his mouth, turned his head Xiao Sheng, looked at the other party with a smile, and said softly:

"That's the amount of food, you consumed a lot last night, and you didn't eat a bowl again?"

"I've been holding it for nineteen years, how can I fiddle with it at one time, brother, I usually exercise. While speaking, Nalan Zhongcheng puffed out his biceps, and in Xiao Sheng's opinion, it was completely negligible.

Not to be as low-key as he was, this time, when Xiao Sheng and Nalan Zhongcheng walked to the front of Danfeng Bailu, a windy Rolls-Royce stopped there directly. The bright black color, under the refraction of the sun, highlights the streamlining of the whole car, and the design of everything is detailed, which sets off the luxury of the car body.

The driver quickly and respectfully approached the car door, leaned over and pulled the car door, Nalan Zhongcheng, who was standing in front of the car with Xiao Sheng, glanced at him sideways, and for some reason, his brother's eyes were also a little gloomy.

Bypassed the body, stood at the back of the car, looked at the license plate of the wind, pinched Xiao Sheng, and said to the driver:

"Why did you change your license?"

"This ...... This is what Mr. Xu meant, she said......"

"Five minutes, switch. After saying this, Xiao Sheng no longer paid attention to the other party, turned sideways, and looked at the bustling street! Zhongcheng, who had not spoken, quietly observed his brother's every move, although he didn't understand the meaning of what he did, but in just one day, his trust in his own brother had reached an unprecedented height. He finally understood the deep meaning of the words that the father who rarely accompanied him often hung on the corners of his mouth.

"You're not as good as your brother...... "It's really not as good as him......

Sitting on the high-end leather sofa, enjoying the nobility that makes people feel comfortable, compared with Zhongcheng's restraint, Xiao Sheng, who sat opposite him, lay on his side on the sofa, half-closed his eyes.

"Do you know, this three-door Rolls-Royce is the logo of our father, and the license plate that has been replaced is the face of our Nalan family. Why do you want to be sneaky, if you want to go out, you have to be generous, so that the old guys in the whole Kyoto know that we brothers are back. Hearing Xiao Sheng's words, the excitement in his heart made Zhongcheng's whole person suddenly boil. It's a magical interpretation that makes you want to see the city......

"Low-key is an attitude, and high-profile is an ability. Our father has been high-profile for half his life, and he can endure it for half his life, come to us, don't insult his signboard. Some people are worthy of low-key wooing, and some people are worthy of high-profile face-slapping, such as those white-eyed wolves who have eaten inside and out, fed for so many years, and are still unfamiliar. Xiao Sheng, who originally grabbed the surface of the sofa with one hand, when he said this, the leather surface he grabbed 'squeaked', and when he suddenly opened his eyes, he used all his strength, only to hear a squeak' sound, and the seemingly fragile but seamless leather surface was torn apart by Xiao Sheng......

Suburbs of Dongcheng......

It is rare to find hundreds of hectares of natural scenery in Kyoto, let alone a racecourse for entertainment! But here, one of Kyoto's largest horse races, a wilderness ranch for entertainment, is located here, and you can imagine how powerful the forces and backgrounds behind this are.

Playing horses, raising horses has always been the favorite of Western developed countries, aristocrats, with the reform and opening up, after a group of nobles got rich first, clubs, racetracks, these high-end gadgets, have also been introduced into the country, strong entertainment, the purpose is more obvious, to put it mildly, an imported Gallic horse, than raising a million sports cars are more luxurious, can play here, either rich or expensive......

The formation of circles has also made this sport a place for communication between the upper class, not unlike the proliferation of clubs, because of the restrictions of the level and the norms of professionalism, making today's horse racing truly a high-end entertainment project. No one can deny this. If anyone privately raises a pure imported horse in the racecourse on the outskirts of Dongcheng, that status will rise in a straight line.

Not the same as the tranquility of the past, today's carriage gathers a lot of dignitaries, of course, many are frequent visitors here, there are also just entry, the wooden fence that is encircled, forming a small range of racetracks, and the high-end buildings next to them provide them with a place to eat, drink and have fun, this kind of high-consumption enjoyment, is really not acceptable to ordinary people.

The organizer of this gathering is Huang Hao, the son of the Huang family from Kyoto, who is now in full swing. In the first-class circle of Kyoto, there are few successful young people, in recent years, his savings are close to the outdated 'Nalan Dashao', and his industry is worth billions, plus hidden assets, no one denies his talent.

At this time, Huang Hao, who was dressed in horse clothes, reflexively and skillfully turned over from a horse, and many bosses and nobles who took the opportunity to pat the horse's ass kept applauding, obviously applauding his sassy riding posture just now, including the old ministers before Parkson......

"Mr. Huang's equestrian skills are exquisite. Someone started up, and of course the people behind followed and shouted, knowing that most of the other party was flattering, but Huang Hao enjoyed this flattery very much.

And just when Huang Hao was 'modest' greeting people, a big man hurriedly ran over and whispered something to Huang Hao, hearing this, Huang Hao was stunned at first, and then said with a smile:

"The person who came is a guest, haha, Nalan Dashao is here, how can I not see it?"