“Sizzle…”

There was a sharp brake sound and Rafa stopped by the roadside.

Fang Yuan turned his head and just looked at Zhu Lu.

Zhu Lu scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Maybe I didn't inform you?"

Fang Yuan saw through it immediately: "Your last name is Zhu, and it starts with Z. You will be the last one to be notified."

Zhu Lu sighed and told the truth.

"It's like this. There are other classmates in my class, and this is for your own good. Every class reunion costs a lot, and I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat later."

Fang Yuan heard this and thought, every class reunion, so it must be more than just today?

Zhu Lu was afraid that Fang Yuan would be sad, so he immediately comforted him: "A Yuan, your teacher and other classmates are also kind-hearted. You are so poor now, and now you have lost your job, so don't waste your money."

Fang Yuan was so angry that he laughed and asked Zhu Lu, "You didn't lose your job, so will you go tomorrow?"

After hearing this, Zhu Lu nodded repeatedly: "Go, why not? Just because I lost my job, I should go and have some fun, and then find another job."

Fang Yuan shrugged. He didn't really want to go to the class reunion. Since his classmates didn't invite him, he was too lazy to go.

However, Fang Yuan felt bad because his adopted son Zhu Lu lost his job because he defended him.

"That what."

Fang Yuan saw Zhu Lu sitting in the Lafayette and hadn't noticed it yet, so he took the initiative to remind him.

"Do you feel that this car is different?"

After hearing this, Zhu Lu finally reacted.

"Damn, Yuan, did you change your car? Is this car made in China? Looking at the interior, it really looks like the real thing. How much did you loan it for?"

Fang Yuan was speechless and was almost pissed off to death by Zhu Lu.

In other words, Zhu Lu's thinking process is different from others, otherwise Fang Yuan would not have asked Zhu Lu to be his money-losing strategist.

It took him a while to come back to his senses.

"Zhu Lu, I'll find you a new job."

When Zhu Lu heard this, he was overjoyed.

"Really? Yuan, you're so nice to me. What kind of job is it? Is it delivering takeout or express delivery? But the weather is too hot recently, so I won't go for either of these."

Fang Yuan felt more and more that Zhu Lu was beyond help.

"Neither, I just work in an office. It's very relaxed, I don't go out much."

Zhu Lu's wise little eyes rolled around and asked, "Isn't the salary too low?"

Fang Yuan thought about it and decided that wages were also included in the losses.

However, salaries must comply with market standards. It is impossible to offer Zhu Lu an annual salary of several hundred million.

Fang Yuan offered Zhu Lu an offer based on the minimum annual salary for a CEO of an investment company.

"The annual salary is about one million, but there are dividends. I'll give you dividends depending on your performance at the end of the year."

Fang Yuan laughed secretly in his heart. With your wise appearance, you still want dividends at the end of the year? In a few months, you can lose all the 1 billion.

“Puff…”

Zhu Lu burst into laughter.

"One million per year? Yuan, you are such a joke. How can I deserve that? Don't make fun of me. I'm not very smart and I take things seriously."

Fang Yuan said directly: "Zhu Lu, I'll tell you the truth. My father is the chairman of Fangtu Group, and my mother is the director of Lin Fang Office. So, I am the top second-generation rich in Shanghai..."

Before Fang Yuan finished speaking, Zhu Lu burst into laughter.

"Yuan, you're not sick, are you?"

As he spoke, Zhu Lu reached out his hand to check if Fang Yuan had a fever.

Fang Yuan, the one who opened the red reed, advised himself in his heart not to compete with a fool.

"get off!"

"Oh, no, Yuan, do you have to be angry? If you ask me to leave, I won't know how to get home."

Fang Yuan was speechless, that wasn't what he meant.

"I'm not abandoning you, but I want you to get out of the car and take a look. Take a look at my car, and then you can tell me if I'm sick or not."

Zhu Lu muttered, "This is incomprehensible."

He was afraid of making Fang Yuan angry, so he got out of the car obediently.

"I bought a domestic car and I think it's awesome?"

Zhu Lu complained and strolled to the front of the car.

Um?

Zhu Lu rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.

"A Yuan, your car is too fake. Even the Ferrari logo is copied exactly. Who wouldn't know that you bought a domestic fake car?"

Fang Yuan also got out of the car, holding a tax bill in his hand.

"Who told you it was a domestic knockoff?"

Zhu Lu sneered: "Could it be that it's really a Ferrari? Don't tease me, a Ferrari costs millions, where did you get the money?"

Fang Yuan shrugged: "My car is not worth millions, it only cost 23 million."

"What?"

Zhu Lu suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Twenty-three million? Yuan, are you dreaming?"

Fang Yuan didn't waste any more time and directly threw the tax bill to Zhu Lu, saying, "Look for yourself."

"What the hell is that?"

Zhu Lu took the tax bill and looked at the series of zeros on it with his eyes wide open.

"Tens of millions... you only paid over two million in taxes? What kind of car do you have?"

Fang Yuan pointed at the tax bill and said, “It’s written on it.”

Zhu Lu searched for it and read the words on it: "Twenty-three million Ferrari LaFerrari... Oh my god! Yuan, did you win the lottery?"

"What kind of lottery can win 1 billion?"

Fang Yuan turned on his phone and showed Zhu Lu the text message about Lin Fang's bank transfer.

“Gurgle…”

Zhu Lu swallowed and was about to kneel down immediately.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to be your foster father."

Fang Yuan quickly pulled Zhu Lu up: "No, no, no, I still want to live a few more years."

Zhu Lu trembled all over, and then pulled Fang Yuan's shoulders, as excited as Teddy.

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