When I was in elementary school, there was a male classmate in the class who had five cents of pocket money every day, and he was already a rich man in Zhao Quan's eyes.

Later, when I went to junior high school, there was a boy in the fourth class next door, with long hair, who was the only one in the school who rode an electric bicycle to and from school.

Zhao Quan felt that he was a rich man.

Because Zhao Quan at that time, he didn't even dare to ask for a broken second-hand bicycle.

Later, when he entered the county No. 1 Middle School, every weekend holiday, Zhao Quan had to squeeze the overloaded small bus home.

At that time, there was a girl in the class, from the county seat, who drove a private car to pick her up every time she went home, but Zhao Quan was envious.

Although it was just an old Buick Excelle with a landing price of more than 100,000 yuan, in Zhao Quan's heart at that time, having a private car was the most rich master.

Then Zhao Quan went to college.

Because my mother was not in good health, she couldn't stand the fatigue of traveling and staying at home, and it was my father who sent Zhao Quan out of that poor county and into Xichuan City, which is known as the largest city in the west.

The quilt is made of cotton planted by the mother, and the pillow cloth is sewn together by the mother with pieces of broken steps, and it is filled with buckwheat bran grown and dried by herself.

His father turned out his only suit, carried a large woven bag on his shoulder, carried two more in his hand, sat on a hard seat for nine hours, and sent Zhao Quan to the gate of Xichuan University in the hope of Jackie Chan.

Before going out, Zhao Quan felt that his father was very handsome after wearing that suit, although it didn't fit well.

When I stepped into the gate of Xichuan University, I found that there are still people wearing such outdated suits with outdated materials and styles, and my father stood with those parents who drove various private cars to school, and three words were written all over my body, migrant workers!

Zhao Quanjin was the earliest, and then Lao Wang.

Brother Tom was the most bizarre, he got a hospitalization certificate, and he didn't show his face until after military training.

Don't look at Lao Wang's usual simple and homely, a typical sling style, in fact, he himself is also a serious second generation, or not big or small, I heard Brother Tom say that Lao Wang's family is a county level, a deputy county level, and is currently in the development period!

Lao Wang himself mentioned in the dormitory that he was born in the old man's army, and he didn't want to stay after reaching the regimental level, so he returned to the Xichuan system professionally.

When his father and Lao Wang's father met in the bedroom, Zhao Quan couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of that scene.

Although Lao Wang's father was already very polite and kind, as soon as the two of them stopped there, they profoundly and distinctly explained what it means to be inferior!

Later, Brother Tom appeared after military training, driving to college, which really made Zhao Quan dumbfounded for a while.

......

That period of time was the fastest and largest period of time for Zhao Quan's cognitive expansion, just like a carp that had been rolling in the mud suddenly turned out of the water one day and saw the vast and brilliant sky for the first time.

The sad thing about these years is not that you were born poor, and your family eagerly expects you to get ahead, but that you have worked hard, but you don't know where you belong and what it means to really get ahead.

Before entering the imperial palace, Zhao Quan came into contact with many people, Mr. Yao, Qin Shiwan, You Ya...... Wait a minute.

He felt that his eyes had been opened, he was not stingy, and he had comprehended some less narrow and ridiculous understandings of getting ahead.

It's nothing more than being rich, living in a luxury house and driving a luxury car.

At the moment, this idea is just one word, vulgar!

To put it bluntly, it is the soil, the soil of the local tyrant, and the temperament of the whole nouveau riche.

Until today.

Until just now.

It wasn't until Su Su naturally briefly described the unique tastes and stories behind those niche European luxury brands.

Zhao Quancai suddenly discovered that being rich in the real sense is no longer about having more money and less money, but about the level of aesthetic taste and vision!

In layman's terms, it is the difference between wealth and luxury.

Of course.

Zhao Quan was also very clear in his heart.

No matter how high he can climb and how rich he can be in his life, it is likely that he will not be able to raise the kind of aesthetic that Su Su has.

As the saying goes, three generations can cultivate a nobleman!

Although it was unlikely that Zhao Quan himself, he thought about it, if he married a woman like Su Su and cultivated it well, two generations could also raise a noble offspring.

......

The taxi sent Zhao Quan to the gate of the First Affiliated Hospital.

Zhao Quan looked at the time, eight twenty-one, not in a hurry.

After paying the money, I walked around the inpatient building and walked all the way to the historic old buildings at the rear, where Mr. Yao was recuperating in the VIP ward.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Zhao Quan was stopped by someone.

"Stop, stop, what are you doing?" a middle-aged security guard walked out of the security room, pointing at Zhao Quan's nose and asked.

"That...... I'm here to visit the sick. Zhao Quan explained truthfully.

Unexpectedly, the security guard laughed when he heard this.

Then he squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Quan, the kind that he had seen from head to toe.

"The inpatient department is in that building, do you see it? Hurry up, don't wander around here. The security guard said.

Zhao Quan frowned.

What does that mean?

Looking at your ordinary clothes, you don't feel worthy of entering this VIP ward?

"I know that the inpatient department is in that building, but the person I want to see is Mr. Yao who lives in this VIP area, that is, Mr. Yao from Ward 8 on the fifth floor. Zhao Quan patiently explained.

But the security guard, who didn't believe it at all, said:

"Are you bluffing here? Do you still know that this is a VIP ward area? Do you know that there is another name here, called Gaogan District? Okay, okay, don't play tricks with me, Lao Tzu eats more salt than you eat, hurry up!"

Get lost?

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Quan's face suddenly turned cold.

I'll explain to you with kind words, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, you can contact the internal report to confirm.

Why do you want to get out of here?

Zhao Quan suddenly remembered that one summer vacation, he worked behind his father, and the security guard in the community he entered was also this virtue, and he let people get out at every turn!

"I said, I'm here to visit the patient, and I can also tell you that the patient who lives here invited me to come, if you don't believe me, you can confirm it internally, and I can tell you the ward number. Zhao Quan said in a deep voice.

The security of the senior ward is strict, and it is not easy for outsiders to enter at will, which Zhao Quan can understand.

Although the attitude was a little worse, Zhao Quan was in a hurry, so he tried to be reasonable as much as possible.

But!

It seems that the more Zhao Quan reasoned with kindness, the more arrogant this high-spirited security guard became, directly holding a rubber baton, pointing at Zhao Quan and scolding:

"Don't talk about those useless things, Lao Tzu told you to get out of here, are you deaf? Lao Tzu has been working in this place for seven or eight years, and he has seen more ghosts than you have seen, who can live here is not a big man, and which one of the people who come to visit is not rich and powerful? As far as you wear this poor and sour look, you also deserve it?"