"grass!"
"Cool!"
"I'm fucking ecstatic!"
“... ..."
Once in the car, Wen Xiangbing looked up at the sky and roared, venting his emotions freely; his voice echoed through the night sky.
If he hadn't been wearing a seatbelt, he would have loved to climb out of the car.
The designated driver tilted his head, looking puzzled.
"Drive safely," Chu Fang chuckled, reminding the designated driver.
"Hey Fangzi, did you see the looks on those people's faces?" Wen Xiangbing turned to Chu Fang and asked, then muttered to himself before Chu Fang could answer, "Like they'd lost a family member. They've got a little money and they're acting all high and mighty. What the hell are they trying to prove? They're so stingy, even when they're drinking Moutai. I've had way more good wine at Fangzi's place than you have..."
“... ..."
Chu Fang watched his friend's unrestrained and crazy behavior without stopping him, simply watching and listening quietly.
They often put on a fake face at work, smiling and flattering everyone they meet, but they can only take off their mask and reveal their true selves in front of their true friends.
It's normal to let loose and vent.
Damn world!
After a while, Wen Xiangbing calmed down his 'satisfied and vengeful' emotions and said a little more, "Fangzi, thank you for today."
"There's no need for thanks between us."
“I have to say it,” Wen Xiangbing said stubbornly. “If it weren’t for you, that lousy manager wouldn’t have given me the project.”
"It is your value that is realized."
"Bullshit! Why didn't you give me the project before? The other day I was drunk and passed out, and that useless manager wouldn't even call me a car. I had to take a taxi home myself. And now, seeing you again, he's trying to lick your boots. A leopard can't change its spots." Wen Xiangbing showed Chu Fang his phone screen.
"Look, that good-for-nothing wants to add your contact information."
"Give it to him," Chu Fang replied. "If there are any good products, I can buy some."
"No!"
“... ..."
After a while, we arrived at our destination.
The designated driver's eyes were filled with reluctance as he left the Bugatti. He had lived half his life and this was the first time he had ever driven such a nice car.
I wish I could have one myself.
Unfortunately... it belongs to someone else.
He glanced at Chu Fang; young and promising, handsome and talented—the kind of person he had once fantasized about.
The designated driver, upon seeing the 666 yuan tip, immediately suppressed his envy and said, "Boss, let me help you get your friend home."
"It's alright, I can handle it myself." Chu Fang waved his hand. "I'm really sorry to trouble you to go back and get your car. If your car gets stolen, you can contact me."
The designated driver's folding electric scooter was parked outside the restaurant.
"No way, no one would steal my beat-up car."
"Okay, take care on your journey."
"You be careful too."
Watching the two figures disappear into the darkness, the fleeting feeling of jealousy in the driver's heart vanished completely. He asked himself:
If I were that boss, I could treat everyone equally and with a gentle attitude, regardless of whether they are poor or rich.
No wonder that boss is so rich.
The designated driver composed himself and left.
... ...
Chu Fang helped Wen Xiangbing slowly walk towards the residential area. When they arrived at the entrance, they saw that the supermarket was open, and the latter asked, "Want a drink?"
"Want some more?"
"You've already drunk with those idiots, shouldn't I drink with you too?"
"As long as you can drink it, I'm fine with anything."
The two entered the supermarket, bought a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), peanuts, packaged chicken feet, and spicy strips. After leaving the supermarket, they saw that the braised meat shop next door was open, so they bought some pig's head meat.
The two of them carried the bags and walked towards the residential area.
Upon reaching the door, Wen Xiangbing entered the password. Inside, two girls were sitting in the living room watching TV. They turned around and greeted him, "You're back."
"Okay." Wen Xiangbing nodded. "Could my friend stay at my house for the night? Don't worry, he'll leave tomorrow."
Like most "Shanghai drifters", Wen Xiangbing lives in a shared apartment, with each person having a small room and sharing the living room, kitchen and bathroom.
Even so, rent is still very high.
The two girls smiled and shook their heads.
We're all just here to work, so we should all be understanding. Besides—this guy is handsome and not the kind of person who would do bad things.
Even if it is... then I'll just go along with it.
The two returned to the room, which was about 30 square meters and had a clear view of everything. The room was fairly tidy and had been cleaned regularly.
Wen Xiangbing pushed the computer back a bit, threw some work files onto the bed, leaving a spacious desktop, and placed the food and drinks on it.
“My place isn’t as luxurious as your Bund apartment, so please make do tonight,” Wen Xiangbing said, bringing a stool from outside. “Why don’t you finish your drink and I’ll call a driver for you to go home?”
Chu Fang sat down, laid out the food and drinks, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured some baijiu: "Am I the kind of person who can't stand hardship? I've lived in that lousy dorm room of ours for more than three years."
He was born into an ordinary family and lived an ordinary life for the first eighteen years of his life. Even when he was rich for a few days, he never felt that he was much different from others.
The two raised their glasses and gently clinked them together.
"Tsk!" Wen Xiangbing clicked his tongue. "Things are different now. Back in school, I never felt you were any different from us. At most, you were just a rich kid. Don't underestimate a young man's potential; after a few years, I'll definitely be among the elite, surpassing your wealth. But... ..."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "After spending a few days in society, I realize how ridiculous my previous thoughts were. I'm barely surviving, let alone achieving anything. Damn it, what kind of nonsense was I thinking before?"
Chu Fang picked up a piece of cold braised pig's head meat. It had a rich and mellow taste, fragrant but not greasy. It was mixed with cilantro and had a faint sweetness.
While chewing, he said, "Rome wasn't built in a day, and the Great Wall wasn't built in a day either. Let's take it slow."
"How old are you? 22. You have what those old fogies dream of: youth. While you're in your prime, make a name for yourself, make a name for yourself, and the whole world will know your name, Wen Xiangbing. If you succeed, don't forget to mention your brother and let me become famous too."
Wen Xiangbing rolled his eyes: "'It's one thing for the company to make empty promises, but you've gone and made them out to be real, haven't you?'"
Chu Fang turned on his computer, opened his browser, found "My Own Swordsman," and started playing it.
Eating without some intellectual nourishment is truly meaningless.
“Phew… …” Wen Xiangbing took another sip. “Sometimes I really envy you. You were born carefree and have things that ordinary people like us dream of: money, luxury cars, big apartments… … Your life is so carefree.”
"It's difficult too."
"Difficult my ass!" Wen Xiangbing rolled his eyes. "Is it harder than it is for ordinary people like us? You rich people are so despicable these days. You even have to compete with the poor to play the victim. Not a single one of you is any good."
“... ..."
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