Zhang Yang looked at Liu Biao's neat suit with a dull look on his face. This didn't look like Liu Biao's outfit. In Zhang Yang's memory, Liu Biao always had a black vest and a pair of blue jeans. Occasionally, he had a pair of white buckle shoes, but most of the time he was a pair of flip-flops. It was the first time Zhang Yang had seen this suit and tie dress like Zhang Yang.

"Hehe, today I see the boss. The boss likes to wear suits, go and have a meal with me." Liu Biao grinned.

"Then... I still won't go..." Zhang Yang couldn't help but hesitate. Although he had a good relationship with Liu Biao, he would never participate in Liu Biao's social circle.

"Walk around, I'm afraid of a bird. Hundreds of people will eat. No one will pay attention to you." Liu Biao grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and pulled it to the side of the motorcycle.

"I……"

"What is this?" Liu Biao asked, looking at the black plastic bag in Zhang Yang's hand.

"Bread..." Zhang Yang embarrassingly turned his hand behind him.

"Bread? The old man gave it to you?" Liu Biao couldn't help frowning.

"Ahem!"

"Give me."

"Not give!"

"Give me!"

"Not give!"

...

"Dog said, I'll give you all this to you, and I'm not afraid of poisoning you to death. I'll throw you away and have a big meal with the uncle." Liu Biao chased Zhang Yang, snatched the bread and opened it, and immediately cursed and threw it to the ground.

"I'm full." Zhang Yang touched his stomach, not knowing whether there was a problem with the bread or whether he was really full. Zhang Yang felt that his stomach was much more comfortable.

"Damn, I have to go when I'm full. Is this what people eat? I'll go to the bathroom to vomit out the bread and leave my stomach empty. Is that what people eat?!"

“…”

"Boom, boom..."

The motorcycle flew a crazy sound, and a large cloud of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe. The huge school gate was smoky, like a battlefield filled with gunpowder. In the smoke, the motorcycle made a strange roar and rushed into the vast traffic...

...

As soon as the motorcycle disappeared, Wang Boshi walked out of the guard room with his back and his hands behind his back. He looked at the rolling smoke in the distance and squatted down. He carefully picked up the black plastic bag that was thrown on the ground by Liu Biao, carefully patted the dust and walked into the guard room.

"Little bastard, don't you know that every grain of food on the plate is hard to do? I'll see what you eat next time I'm hungry?"

The old man opened the drawer with a whisper, carefully wrapped the bread again and put it into the innermost part of the drawer. When closing the drawer, a little strongman crawled out with the old man's hand. The old man did not hesitate, with a cold murderous aura on his face, and waved his palm to slap it...

"Liu Biao, is it appropriate for me to go?" Zhang Yang always felt a little inappropriate. It is easy for a problem to cheat food and drink as a student.

"Not afraid, I am not afraid. Today, my boss was promoted. I held a wine in Baijiayuan Hotel. There were not a thousand people going there, and there were eight hundred. There were not many more you, not many less you, hehe, Besides, I also want you, the local bun, to see the style of our boss." Liu Biao was swaying his 250 or so in the traffic, with a smug smile on his face, as if he was the one who promoted, not his boss.

"Oh...will I give a red envelope?"

"Damn, if you give a red envelope, what's the point of making a living? You're funny, don't think so much, you won't be wrong with following me. Today I'll let you have a big feast...Ahem..."

"Yeah, I'm having sex with Brother Biao today. Now it's very windy, Brother Biao stops talking. It's not good for someone to have a cold."

"The old man will catch a cold... Cough cough..."

...

City C is not big, and within ten minutes, Liu Biao's earth-shaking motorcycle drove to Baijiayuan Hotel. Of course, Liu Biao was still self-aware and parked the unique motorcycle in City C to far away next to a small garden in front of a business building next to it, and walked over on foot.

I had already finished supper in the school, but that was life in the school, and some teahouses and hotels and other businesses began.

At this time, Baijiayuan was even more busy. The huge parking lot in front was already crowded, with all kinds of luxury cars available. Zhang Yang was stunned. He had never seen so many luxury cars in his life.

"BMW... Mercedes-Benz... Cadillac... Audi... Ferrari..."

Zhang Yang drooled and looked at the shiny and glossy cars, hoping to run over and stroke the mo with his hands. Although he is not a car fan, as a man, his obsession with these luxury cars is no less than those car fans.

"Damn, can you be more ambitious? Don't embarrass me..." Liu Biao knocked Zhang Yang's head hard, but his eyes were fixed on a new Mercedes-Benz 600 model.

"Haha, yes, don't be embarrassed."

Zhang Yang suddenly felt a sense of arrogance in his heart, as if these luxury cars that he usually didn't dare to think about were nothing. In his subconscious, a kind of intuition told him that there are many good cars in the world. Although these cars are expensive, they are not top-notch. At least, the Rolls-Royce Phantom is more noble than every car here.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yang undergoes a small transformation. His indifference and inconspicuousness occupy his current state of mind. Although it is impossible for him to look at things from the perspective of a superior immediately, at least he has a mentality of neither humble nor arrogant.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Biao asked suddenly in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang was asked inexplicably.

"Why do I feel like you suddenly feel a little different..."

Liu Biao grabbed his head, and just as he turned around, he suddenly realized that the slightly vulgar guy behind him had become an indescribable feeling, as if something was coming... The wind was calm and the clouds were clear... The clouds were rolling and the clouds were swaying...

"***, I can't say it." Liu Biao spitted hard, and couldn't find the appropriate adjective for his educational level of fighting all day long.

“…”

Zhang Yang was speechless. Of course, he had long been used to Liu Biao's nonsensical style.
Chapter completed!