Chen Feng immediately pulled out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes and handed it to Yang Dali, "Brother Dali, how much longer until we get off work?"
Yang Dali glanced at his watch. "Half an hour left."
"That's perfect."
Chen Feng laughed and said, "I have to go out to take care of some things. I'll be back in about half an hour. Brothers, don't leave after work. I'll treat you all to dinner."
Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, Fu Jiahao was filled with questions.
It takes at least 75 minutes to drive from Gucheng Finance Center to Gucheng International Airport, and a round trip takes two and a half hours.
But Chen Feng said he would be back in half an hour at most.
Does he treat his Porsche Cayenne like an airplane?
Fu Jiahao's doubts were soon answered.
Chen Feng drove into a gas station near the airport expressway entrance, first telling the gas station attendant, "Fill up with 98 octane," and then turned to look at Fu Jiahao.
"Old Fu, I didn't bring any cash with me when I went out. Could you pay for my gas?"
"No, you don't have any cash, so why are you getting gas?"
"You can't get to the airport without refueling!"
Chen Feng shrugged. "I was just doing this to give you a ride."
"What if I... what if I said I didn't bring any money either?"
"Anyway, the gas has already been added, and the staff won't let us leave if we don't pay."
Chen Feng sneered, "I don't care. I can just call Brother Dali and tell him that something came up and I'll treat them to dinner another day."
"But you're different. You missed your flight due to personal reasons, so you'll probably have to buy a new ticket, right?"
"Why don't you think about it again? Did you bring any cash with you at all?"
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