Winter has arrived, and Shanghai is no exception, with temperatures dropping as sea breezes bring a touch of coolness.
At night, the lights dispel the darkness, illuminating the edges and corners of the basketball court.
Chu Fang, Rong Shunji, Wen Xiangbing, and Shao Liang sat on the side, wiping the sweat from their foreheads, watching the people playing basketball on the court. Wen Xiangbing couldn't help but sigh, "It's been so long since we got together to play a game of basketball."
Shao Liang also spoke softly, "Yes."
"Sigh!" Upon hearing this, Wen Xiangbing sighed and turned to look at Rong Shunji: "What have you been up to lately? You've hardly been in the group chat at all."
"Busy!" Rong Shunji took a sip of water and replied slowly, "I'm different from you guys."
Now he has entered a new stage of life, has a wife, and has responsibilities on his shoulders. He is no longer as free as before, not to mention that he is burdened with hundreds of thousands of yuan in debt.
Although Chu Fang did not specify a timeframe, he also wanted to settle the debt as soon as possible.
Therefore, he appeared much busier than the others.
Wen Xiangbing nodded, then turned his gaze to Chu Fang: "And you? You seem to have vanished into thin air."
"Sigh! I'm busy too!"
Chu Fang sighed, but before he could finish speaking, Rong Shunji covered his mouth: "What outrageous things are you saying!"
Shao Liang said, "Brother Chu is busy with his love life..."
"You understand me." Chu Fang gave Shao Liang a thumbs up.
These days, Chu Fang is in the early stages of his relationship and is thinking about how to take his relationship with Zhong Tingyue to the next level.
Zhong Tingyue was immersed in her work, especially the idea of developing her studio. She often worked overtime until late at night and frequently met with clients to understand their needs. Naturally, he accompanied Zhong Tingyue, which made him seem a bit busy.
I was supposed to stay up late with Zhong Tingyue tonight, but my girlfriend asked me to hang out with some of her buddies for a while.
Chu Fang thought about it and realized that he hadn't seen the others for a long time, which led to tonight's game.
Chu Fang asked, "By the way, how's my company doing?"
"You're asking me?" Rong Shunji pointed to himself, quite surprised, and raised his voice a few decibels: "You're the company's CEO, yet you don't know anything about the company's situation and come to ask me."
"Your wife works at my company, right...?"
He hasn't been to Founder Investment Co., Ltd. for quite some time now. He just glanced at the company evaluation report sent by the lawyer and the external monitoring agency, and since there were no problems, he didn't bother to pay attention to it.
He was quite at ease with Kang Bo.
Wen Xiangbing said, "To be so indifferent to a company worth hundreds of millions—that's the vision of President Chu!"
The four of them sat on the outskirts of the basketball court, watching others play and chatting idly. They talked about all sorts of things: daily life, work troubles, and gossip about their college classmates—who got married, which couple broke up, who made a fortune, and so on.
With a gentle breeze, it was quite pleasant.
Bang!
A heavy sound rang out, echoing all around, followed by a sharp, piercing cry.
The four looked in the direction of the sound and saw a food delivery guy in a yellow robe crash into a car and fall to the ground. The car happened to be Chu Fang's Cadillac.
Seeing this, the four people quickly ran over and helped the deliveryman up, asking, "Are you alright?"
The delivery guy shook his head, as if he was dizzy, and couldn't speak for a moment.
Chu Fang carefully examined the other person, finding no signs of injury or bleeding, and asked softly, "Should we go to the hospital?"
At this moment, a large crowd gathered around, whispering among themselves:
"The delivery guy was driving too fast and accidentally crashed into the front of the car, damaging the headlights and bumper."
"It will cost at least tens of thousands of yuan in compensation."
“... ..."
The surrounding noise pulled the delivery driver out of his daze, and he shouted, "How much?!"
One of the bystanders explained, "Young man, look at the car you crashed into. It's a Cadillac, and if I'm not mistaken, this Cadillac isn't cheap; it must cost at least a million."
The delivery driver stared wide-eyed at the Cadillac in front of him, his face turning deathly pale.
Seeing that the deliveryman was standing steadily, Chu Fang said, "You should be fine, let's go."
As he spoke, he took out his car keys from his pocket, pressed them lightly, and the Cadillac made a sound: "My car is insured, you don't need to pay for it."
"Brother..." The delivery guy's face was filled with surprise. He wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out. "Let me kowtow to you..."
Chu Fang quickly helped the other person up: "Please don't, I want to live a few more years."
Judging from his appearance, he is much younger than the deliveryman, and he is afraid of shortening his lifespan.
The delivery driver righted his electric scooter; the front was completely wrecked, and all the food inside was scattered on the ground, but thankfully he was unharmed. Hesitantly, he said to Chu Fang, "Brother..."
"Let's go, let's go." Chu Fang knew what this simple delivery guy wanted to say, so he waved his hand and said, "The insurance company will handle it. You don't earn money easily. It's almost Chinese New Year, so keep some money to go back to your hometown for the holidays. Be careful on your journey."
The delivery guy left, and Chu Fang withdrew his gaze, smiling at the crowd of onlookers: "There's no more gossip to see, everyone can leave now."
"Young man, you're doing a great job," an old man praised him.
"I just have some spare cash." Chu Fang shrugged. "If I didn't have any money, I would search every corner of the world to make that delivery guy pay me back. I wouldn't deserve your praise."
"That's good too," the old man said. "Back in our day..."
"Grandpa, hurry home, Grandma's getting impatient." Seeing the old man pulling him along, wanting to tell him those heartwarming little stories from the past, Chu Fang felt a headache coming on.
These elderly people can chat with anyone they meet.
After everyone left, Chu Fang looked at the damage to his car. He figured 10,000 yuan wouldn't be enough to fix it. Turning to his three friends, he said, "You three brothers..."
“The three of us will carpool.” Wen Xiangbing showed the ride-hailing app. “If I ride in your car, I’m afraid I won’t make it to tomorrow.”
“... ..."
What kind of friends are these?! ... Watching the three figures leave, Chu Fang sighed, regretting his poor choice of friends.
He then drove his Cadillac away from the stadium and went to a car dealership. After a thorough inspection, the mechanic arrived at an accurate repair cost of 42,000 yuan.
Chu Fang left the car at the shop for repairs and took a taxi back to the studio to pick up Zhong Tingyue.
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