At Jiang Wanzhou's age, it stands to reason that he should prefer his mother's white Bentley Continental sports car.

But don't forget, although he is gay, he has a heart that wants to be a domineering president, so he even likes cars that are more domineering.

After Cheng Zhu got in the car, he closed the door forcefully and listened to the unique sound of the Mercedes-Benz Grand G closing the door, like a bullet being loaded.

"Long time no see, Mr. Jiang!" Cheng Zhu said from the bottom of his heart.

"You still know it's been a while?" Jiang Wanzhou gave him a bone-melting palm and patted him on his left arm.

After finishing speaking, he said slightly sourly: "Brother Zhu, why don't you go on a date today?"

Only then did Cheng Zhu recall that when he and Li Xinyue were in love, Jiang Wanzhou insisted on opposing it. He always thought that Li Xinyue was not a good person, but Cheng Zhuquan turned a deaf ear to it.

"We broke up." Cheng Zhudao.

"What!?" Jiang Wanzhou was shocked, and kept patting Cheng Zhu's shoulder with his right hand, his expression gradually becoming surprised.

"Can you fucking drive well first?" Cheng Zhu was panicked at this driving novice.

"So you thought of getting drunk with me after you were dumped. When you were in love, you couldn't even make an appointment for dinner, so you had to schedule a date for me." Jiang Wanzhou said sourly.

"You've been dumped! Can you stop being so competitive?" Cheng Zhu rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "When you read the article about the domineering president, which side did you assume?"

"What the hell are you farting here~" Jiang Wanzhou was angry.

Only then did Cheng Zhu realize that he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses today.

It's a pity that the boss's taste is still not brought out, but instead he looks more like a gentle guy.

Cheng Zhu stopped teasing him and got down to business: "Mr. Jiang, how is the business of this bar opened by your cousin?"

"It wasn't very popular before, but it's been very good recently. During the World Cup, the number of customers suddenly increased, and they were all drinking and watching football. My cousin is also a senior football fan. Last time, he asked me if I wanted to buy football. Please help me. Let’s bet a thousand yuan and have fun.”

Due to some reasons, Cheng Zhu came into contact with Jiang Wanzhou's cousin in his previous life. He was a very generous and generous second-generation rich man who loved to save face and love to show off.

He seemed careless, but actually he had a plan in mind and said, "Really, can you ask him to buy some for me?"

"Okay, you can just add him on WeChat and transfer the money to him. He keeps telling me that his odds for buying football are higher than those for sports betting," Jiang Wanzhou said.

After saying that, Jiang Wanzhou became more interested and asked, "Are you going to buy a few hundred dollars? I, the president, will also play with you."
Chapter completed!