The middle-aged man's slightly rough hands caressed every inch of the suit's fabric as if caressing his lover's smooth and smooth skin, while touching his mouth and marveling.
"Speak less of this!"
The uncle was sitting on a half-worn leather sofa, pointing to the eagle-shaped logo on the chest of his suit, and extending three fingers to the boy wearing a gray-black long-sleeved shirt next to him.
"Three thousand?"
Lu Mingfei bared his teeth and almost jumped up. This was a sky-high price for a poor high school student who usually spent twenty yuan on the Internet to enjoy himself for a whole day.
"Thirty thousand!"
The uncle glanced at his nephew angrily, thinking that the boy was too poor to support him, so he should be taken out to see the world more often.
"Just two days ago, I took your aunt to the Tianrun Supermarket. There is the only Armani store in Binhai. According to the introduction of the clerk in their store, even the worst custom-made suit is worth it.
Ten thousand pieces, not to mention this fabric and this workmanship, thirty thousand is only a lot more."
Uncle is also happy to tell Lu Mingfei more about this aspect. As a man, there is nothing wrong with liking luxury goods.
"You classmate is too generous with your actions. What's the reason?"
Even middle-aged men like my uncle who drive a small-displacement BMW and claim to be somewhat accomplished were shocked by this handiwork. Who has ever heard of asking a classmate to be the best man at a wedding and giving him a high-end suit first?
What's more, it was only organized for a senior student from my own university. It was too extravagant and money was not taken seriously at all.
"Ahem, he... he should be the heir to the Shengtang Group."
Lu Mingfei scratched his head in embarrassment.
When the uncle heard this name, he suddenly fell into deep thought.
Shengtang Group is quite low-key in Binhai City, but its holding companies cover a wide range of fields. Ordinary people may not have heard of this group, but every aspect of daily life is inextricably related to this behemoth.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Seeing his uncle lowering his head abnormally, with his hands clenched tightly against his forehead, Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice.
"No, I'm just wondering why the heir to the Shengtang Group would be friends with you."
After pondering for a moment, the man's wise-sounding and deep voice immediately hit Lu Mingfei with a critical hit of 10,000 points. Is this really my uncle? Is he still speaking in human language?
In short, the man's complaints made him roll his eyes speechlessly.
"Mingfei!"
The uncle slowly raised his head, turned his body, and stared at him with a serious expression.
"You must keep in good contact with this classmate. Don't always let people spend money. Rich people like this look down on spineless people. Occasionally, you can invite people to your home.
To experience a different life, even if you want to have tea in the Regent Hotel’s revolving restaurant, it’s no problem. My uncle has a membership and it won’t expire until the end of the year.”
The man grabbed the boy's thin shoulders and shook them, almost shaking his bones apart, as if he wanted to make him feel the excitement in his heart at the moment.
Of course, Lu Mingfei knew what his uncle was thinking, so that when he went to the business hall of the Regent Hotel with his friends to drink hot tea, he would not only show off his fake Montblanc watch, but also brag about his nephew and Sheng Sheng.
The relationship between the successors of the Tang Dynasty.
However, Lu Mingfei just opened his mouth slightly. In addition to the roar of the fire and the roar of the range hood, a third sound suddenly appeared in the kitchen. A middle-aged woman scolded in a very penetrating voice.
"Lu Gucheng, here's the cooking wine I asked you to buy on your way to get off work. Why don't you come over quickly to help? Why don't you have dinner tonight?"
"Oh, it's coming, it's coming."
The uncle hurriedly got up and rummaged through his briefcase for cooking wine as he walked. The key chain hanging on his belt jingled as the man stooped and walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.
Lu Mingfei put his hands behind his head and leaned on the sofa cushion, looking sadly at the scene in front of him. This man, after getting married, his family status became lower and lower. His aunt's temper was not so hot before.
It's time to enter menopause.
"Lu Mingfei, call Ming Ze out for dinner, and then come over and serve the dishes!"
"Oh, it's coming, it's coming."
After a while, the aunt's instructions were conveyed, and the boy stood up hesitantly. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he was knocked back by a flying pillow.
Cousin Lu Mingze groaned and turned over on the upper bunk, his butt facing the door, the bed legs creaked under the pressure, and he stared blankly at the sunset in the sky outside through the glass window.
Sunset has not been online for a long time and cannot be contacted. His young and ignorant heart suddenly felt empty and he was not in the mood to eat.
After carefully exiting the door, Lu Mingfei sat back on the sofa and opened the old IBM laptop. The CPU fan made a heavy buzzing sound.
As the instigator, Lu Mingfei certainly knew that Lu Mingze had grown from a fat guy who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun to reciting a few sour and melancholy love poems every day, and you could tell that this guy was in love with youth.
"Didi!"
Before Lu Mingfei could switch to the small account of "The Marks of the Sunset" and comfort the little fat man for a few words, a message from a special contact person came on the large account.
A profile picture of a sweet girl with long hair wearing a baseball cap sent a message.
President of the Literary Society, Chen Wenwen.
The boy opened the door hastily, and now everything about his aunt and Ming Ze was forgotten by him.
[Lu Mingfei, did classmate Li Longyuan invite you to be the best man at his college senior’s wedding?] The message was sent at 17:02, which was just one minute ago.
【Yes Yes.】
Lu Mingfei replied quickly.
【Oh, that’s good.】
The girl hesitated to speak.
【Did you also invite me? 】
Lu Mingfei immediately became suspicious after seeing this news. No, he thought he was a special case.
[Well, besides me, there are also Liu Miaomiao and Su Xiaoqiang. 】
Seeing that Lu Mingfei had guessed it, Chen Wenwen didn't hide it.
[Miaomiao and I discussed that since classmate Li personally invited us to be the best man and bridesmaid for his senior, and also sent such an expensive dress in advance, it shows that they attach great importance to the wedding. Should we help plan the proposal?
On-site. Even if some of the suggestions may not be adopted, they are still considered our sincere thoughts and blessings.】
This was a rare occasion for Chen Wenwen to send him such a long text. Lu Mingfei was inexplicably excited and at the same time, he couldn't help but admire him. Chen Wenwen's way of doing things was detailed and thoughtful, and her gentle and considerate personality was really suitable for marriage.
Even if a person becomes as hot-tempered as his aunt in middle age, marrying her for a lifetime will still be worth it. But this is highly unlikely. After all, he has never seen Chen Wenwen get angry with anyone until now. Usually in the class
He also speaks softly.
【Of course that's good.】
In fact, Chen Wenwen didn't need to specifically ask him for his opinion. After all, Lu Mingfei had never refuted her thoughts.
Usually in the class group, as long as Chen Wenwen sends a message to suggest what kind of activities our literary club should do because of the school's theme, Lu Mingfei will be the first to jump out and say "Okay, okay", and then those who usually in the class will
Even cleaning was too troublesome. The male classmates whose status showed that they were invisible jumped out one after another and started discussing Chen Wenwen's suggestions in such a lively manner that the news about the number one boy gradually disappeared.