It had been so long that Wu Litao couldn't find the previous posts.
Xu Jinyi did find this post, but he didn't find it on WeChat, but on Baidu Tieba.
He showed it to Zhao Xukun.
Zhao Xukun took a look and wondered who Senior Chu's new love was. Obviously, the person sitting in the driver's seat of the Bugatti Veyron sports car in the picture was himself. It was just that the angle of the photographer was very tricky. He didn't capture his face directly, but his side profile, which was taken from the left side of the driver's seat. The pixels were also a bit blurry, so many people were very interested in this car owner.
"Mr. Zhao, this person couldn't be you, could it?"
Liu Zhenlun asked curiously.
And looking at the comments under the post, he muttered to himself.
"Driving a Bugatti Veyron to Shanghai University to pick up girls is something only a super-rich second-generation person could do."
"Campus beauty, what a joke! You promised not to date during college, but now you're riding in a Bugatti Veyron."
"When the school beauty says she doesn't want to date, she just doesn't want to date the average rich second generation."
"My wild guess is that the owner of this car is none other than Zhao, the freshman who arrived at Shanghai University by helicopter. Who could be richer than him? He arrived by helicopter, and within a few days, another Koenigsegg was driven onto campus. Maybe he also owns a Bugatti Veyron. In the world of the rich, anything is possible."
Someone in the comment section also uploaded a picture of Zhao Xukun walking down from a helicopter on the first day of school, along with his Koenigsegg sports car that had been parked on campus for more than ten days.
After all, she is the campus belle of Shanghai University. Many people are very interested in the identity of the owner of this Bugatti Veyron. In the entire Shanghai University, only Zhao Xukun, who came to report in by helicopter as a freshman, has such ability.
"Mr. Liu, I don't think it belongs to Mr. Zhao. This is a Bugatti Veyron sports car. There's only one in the entire country. And you see, it's not even registered. It's unlikely to belong to Mr. Zhao, right? Mr. Zhao, don't you think so?"
Wu Litao looked at Zhao Xukun and guessed.
Although the three of them knew how wealthy Zhao Xukun's family was, this was a Bugatti Veyron sports car, of which there was only one in the entire country, and it was in Hong Kong. The three of them knew where Zhao Xukun came from, so Wu Litao dared to assert that the owner of the car could definitely not be Zhao Xukun.
"This Bugatti Veyron sports car looks pretty cool. When I have more money, I will buy one and let my Koenigsegg gather dust in the garage!"
Zhao Xukun looked at the picture and said lightly.
In Zhao Xukun's opinion, whether he is the owner of the car or not, whether he should let the three of them know, even if they know that he is the owner of the car, what good will it do to him? Doing things in a high-profile manner is not suitable for him, so he might as well let them know that he is not the owner of the car, leaving the three of them with countless imagination spaces.
"Ah, Mr. Zhao, this Bugatti Veyron is not yours?"
"I was planning to ride in a Bugatti Veyron sports car, but now it's not yours, Mr. Zhao. I'm so disappointed."
Xu Jinyi shouted, very surprised.
"If this isn't Mr. Zhao, then who could this rich second generation guy be?"
"School Beauty Chu wasn't taken away by our Young Master Zhao, that's..."
"My school beauty Chu!"
Liu Zhenlun had always believed that the car owner was Zhao Xukun. Since the school beauty was taken away by his good brother, he would not be so disappointed. School beauty Chu was completely worthy of his brother. Zhao Xukun was rich and good-looking, and school beauty Chu was a perfect match for him. Now when he heard that the car owner could not be his brother, and thought that school beauty Chu had become a dish on someone else's table, he felt so lonely in his heart.
When talking about the school beauty Chu, the three of them were like seeing gold. They talked incessantly and were all guessing who owned the Bugatti Veyron.
From the beginning of school until now, the richest person the three of them have ever met is Zhao Xukun. Is there anyone richer than him in Shanghai University?
As they were chatting, there was suddenly a bang in the restaurant. At first, Zhao Xukun and the others did not notice the sound of dishes falling to the ground until a very rough sound was heard not far away from them.
"Waiter, are you sick? Damn it! You spilled my noodles, burned me, and even got my new clothes in the noodle soup. What are you going to do about this?"
In the restaurant, a boy wearing Versace clothes stood up and frantically wiped his clothes with paper. He looked at the waiter in front of him with an angry face and said viciously.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, classmate. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."
Zhang Rouxuan looked terrified, and it was obvious that she had been blinded by the boy's loud shouting. She hurriedly bent over and apologized sincerely.
Just when Zhang Rouxuan was putting the noodles on the table, her hand slipped for some reason and spilled the noodle soup on the table, accidentally splashing onto several people sitting on the chairs.
"Do you know that this dress of mine is the latest model from Versace? I spent over 20,000 yuan on it, and you ruined it like this before I even wore it for a few days."
The boy pointed at the short sleeves of his T-shirt and said angrily.
"My bag!"
A girl sitting next to the boy quickly picked up her bag. Although the white skirt she was wearing was also splashed with soup, she looked at her bag first. The outside of her bag was also splashed with soup. She touched the bag with trembling hands and almost cried.
She was very angry. She put down her bag, looked at the pot of tea on the table, and poured it on Zhang Rouxuan.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Zhang Rouxuan, who was soaked all over, didn't know what to do for a moment and could only apologize continuously.
"That's enough. Is an apology enough?"
"You've ruined my clothes and my girlfriend's bag, and you even burned me. What are you going to do? Can you afford to compensate me?"
The boy looked at Zhang Rouxuan who was lowering her head in front of him. Although he couldn't see her face, her figure was pretty good, at least many times better than the temporary girlfriend standing next to him.
I definitely can't afford to compensate her. If I could afford it, would I still need to come to this restaurant to work and earn money?
"No..., no matter how much..., how much... money..., I..., I will..., will..., compensate you..., yours."
Zhang Rouxuan was so frightened that her whole body was shaking and she couldn't even speak clearly.
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