The original plain panel suddenly turned into high-grade gray, which looked even more forceful.

The countdown timer in the upper right corner is gone, replaced by a lucky bag with two words written on it: Lottery.

Oh huh?

There are so many good things in the finals.

Feng Hao was about to study how to draw the lottery when Guangzhi called him.

"What's wrong?"

Guangzhi: "Sister Xiaohui said that she was going back, and we would have a casual meal together in the evening." ”

Feng Hao: "Didn't the program team eat and live until the end of the show?" Why did she go back so early? ”

Guangzhi: "Sister Xiaohui said that she would rush back to work. ”

Feng Hao: "Okay, you send me the address and time." ”

Guangzhi: "What's the matter, come now, the rich second generation seems to be in the park, you call him together." ”

Feng Hao spread his hands, he really didn't want to be alone with the rich second generation, there was always a kind of nervousness and embarrassment when the rich and the rich were alone.

But... The address given by Guangzhi costs more than 50 yuan for a taxi...

The advertising fee of Tomato Satellite TV has not yet arrived, and I heard the intern director say that it will take at least a few months to submit for approval.

Feng Hao thought to himself, in a few months, you can burn it to me...

......

"Captain."

The rich second generation doesn't talk much on weekdays, but he is not the kind of dumb kid who is empty-eyed.

A captain, at least the rich second generation recognizes his strength.

"I'm sorry for you."

Feng Hao's smile was a little fake.

The two said hello briefly, and then didn't say a word again.

The rich second generation has always had this kind of character, and Feng Hao doesn't know what to say, although he knows that he has a good relationship with the rich second generation, and the money is immeasurable, but he is now a traverser with a system, and this TM has to go to the sycophants, which is too cheap.

There were already a lot of cars in the evening rush hour, and now there was a vehicle collision, and the rich second generation and Feng Hao were blocked on the viaduct.

It hasn't moved for ten minutes.

During this period, the rich second generation's mobile phone rang twice, but he just glanced at it and didn't answer.

Feng Hao didn't want to ask him why when he saw this.

Drip, drip...

The bell rang again.

The rich second generation frowned and finally took it.

"Alright..."

"Got it..."

"I'll go..."

Feng Hao is also secretly curious, who can make the rich second generation still have to agree to do something in such an impatient situation?

Alas...

After hanging up the phone, the rich second generation shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Feng Hao asked politely.

The rich second generation shrugged his shoulders: "Grandpa is knowledgeable, can speak well, and often talks about learning in the 'Confucian Theory' he founded.

A few days ago, a young man came to my door.

The 'Confucian Scholars' are all well-educated people, and it is very appropriate to discuss knowledge here.

The two sides agreed to conduct a "debate" three days later.

Justify, what is this?

Feng Hao endured it without asking, it was a very shameful thing to let the people around him know that he was ignorant.

The rich second generation then said slowly: "The so-called debate is a popular way of contesting knowledge among scholars. When the two sides disagree and no one can convince the other, they will compete in front of everyone through a debate.

Winning people will naturally be admired by everyone, and the one who loses will be discredited and shameless. ”

"I see." Feng Hao nodded.

The rich second generation: "My grandfather wanted me to be influenced by Confucianism since I was a child, so I also wanted to participate in this 'debate', but I was really not interested. ”

Feng Hao's mouth grew into an oval shape, and he did it for a long time, that's it?

He thought something was wrong...

It turns out that the troubles of the rich are really not troubles.

However, his former roommate Yu Xiao, who was also the president of the Literature Club, liked to engage in these things, and he also won the championship of the school debate competition. It's just that this kid is a sophist, if he hadn't been able to beat him, he would have beaten him a long time ago.

But I have to say that he admires Yu Xiao's brain hole very much, mainly because Yu Xiao's eloquence has attracted many fans~

"You're interested?" The rich second generation said suddenly.

Yes? Feng Hao was stunned, why was he 'interested'...

The rich second generation looked at Feng Hao, "Why don't you go for me?" ”

Feng Hao laughed awkwardly: "This... Didn't your grandfather let you participate? I'm not going to be exposed, and I'm not going to 'argue'. ”

The rich second generation waved his hand; "It's okay, grandpa just wants me to feel the feelings, he can't make me speak; It's just sitting there all the time listening to them talk and get tired. ”

"How about Captain, will you go for me?"

The rich second generation looked at Feng Hao again, with a sincere expression.

I heard Zhao Xiaohui say that the rich second generation once helped him speak, so it's nothing to help him, by the way, look at how cultural people quarrel~

Feng Hao was about to agree.

"That's right." The rich second generation suddenly reached into the back seat and took out a card.

"This is a GUCCI card that my friend gave me the other day, and it may have 1w pieces in it; I don't really like this brand, you can take it. ”

Yes... Feng Hao's mouth changed from oval to round, this GUCCI really made him 'cry'...

"Okay then." Feng Hao pretended to be embarrassed and said.

......

It was already 19:30 when the two arrived.

The waiter smiled sweetly and led them into the box.

As soon as they entered, several people who were laughing inside turned their heads to look at them. Guangzhi, Jianguo, newcomer Li Yiliang, and Yan Bing'er are sitting on the sofa in the box, chatting with melon seeds.

Feng Hao didn't see Zhao Xiaohui and asked, "Where did the boss go, why did he leave you here?" ”

Hiroshi pointed to the right, "Go to the bathroom." ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Feng Hao carefully, "Brother, you look much better, you don't even know how white your face was in the morning." ”

Feng Hao found a single sofa and sat down and yawned, "I've slept a lot, I've been too sleepy lately; It's a torturous game. ”

Yan Bing'er shook her head beside her: "Brother Feng, since I was eliminated, you haven't looked at me anymore......"

Feng Hao turned his head and looked at her sleepily, what kind of illness did this make... The rich second generation is still here!

His cheeks were a little hot and red under the not-so-bright light of the box.

The perfume on Yan Bing'er's body made him a little obsessed.

"You... What did you say...? ”

"Haha! I won! Yan Bing'er looked at Jianguo and Guangzhi, "I said he would stammer." ”

Jianguo reluctantly took out 50 yuan, "Feng Hao, it's really useless!" ”

"Brother!" Guangzhi rushed over and shook Feng Hao, "You always say that I stumble, how can you see a woman stumbling too!" ”

Feng Hao paused for a moment and quickly came to his senses.

Is this tm taking me as a bet?

At this time, Zhao Xiaohui came back.

Jianguo waved the melon seed shell in his hand, "Are we in the wrong place, should we go under the overpass?" ”

"Li Yiliang, did you bring your guitar?"

Kenkook said and picked up another bowl, "This should hold a lot of money." ”

Zhao Xiaohui raised her eyebrows and waved her big hand: "What are you talking about, quickly bring up all the good wine and meat!" ”