Sir Wei introduced us, we brothers, said hello to Feng Caizi and Xiaohuo, and then everyone sat on the sofa. After a while, the waiter pushed a trolley and brought some foreign wine and fruit plates.
on the table.
"Xiao Huohuo, what have you been busy with recently?" Sir Wei smiled and gave everyone a few glasses of foreign wine, and then asked casually.
"My father's company is engaged in financing, and I'm just busy working around, and I'm going to be so fucking suffocated!" Xiaohuo said cynically, holding a cigarette in his mouth, loosening his collar.
"Xiao Huo is about to get better. His father gave him the responsibility of a subsidiary company. This bastard is now the chairman of the board!" Feng Caizi said as if he was quite jealous.
"Damn, I'm short of money. Mr. Huo, how about some turnover?" Lord Wei spent a long time writing in ink and finally came up with the topic. He has been at the end of his rope recently. The money he spent to buy underwear today was all borrowed from chicken intestines.
Moreover, he doesn’t have much of a position in Brother Xu, and we can’t really let him kill people with us, so whether we can provide him with a salary or not is still up for debate.
"My father said that I can lend money to anyone, but I can't lend it to you!! Don't think too hard. Your father has already said hello to our circle. These old men unanimously issued a death order to lend money to
You, I don’t have any fucking money to spend. All the money I spend every month goes to the company’s account, and my father has to sign it. If you want to borrow a hundred or eighty thousand, that’s okay. More than that is definitely not possible.
There are only two ways in front of you. The first is to continue to mix in your society, and the second is to go home and marry that American girl!!" Xiao Huo reluctantly refused.
"That's alright... One hundred and eighty thousand... That's alright... Hurry up... Without Xiao Fei and the others... I almost wouldn't have died in Hangzhou!" Lord Wei said as he touched Xiao Huo's clothes
Throw it in your pocket.
"Why are you so shameless! Didn't you say anything when you left? You didn't let us help!!" Xiaohuo stepped back and cursed at Lord Wei.
"I'm going to starve to death if I don't let you help me! Come on, don't make me take action!! Hey... your clothes are nice... take them off... let's change!"
!" Lord Wei was like a beggar who saw Jinshan. He pressed Xiao Huo on the sofa and started to take off his coat.
I looked at them quite bored. Why was I bored? Because I couldn't get a word in at all. Our brothers were not from the same group as them. To put it more simply in ***, we were not on the same level, so we couldn't talk.
These two people are also obviously different from Sir Wei. Although they kept smiling and greeting us and chatting, their natural sense of superiority could not be concealed. When I chatted with them, I always felt that they wanted to stay with us.
A distance is the same.
This is not because I have low self-esteem, but this is the reality. In China, the second generation of rich people and the second generation of officials are a privileged class, superior to ordinary people. It is useless to be jealous. Who asked other people's parents to lay a solid foundation for their children?
Foundation.
No matter how good our brothers are, they are just bastards who cannot make it to the stage. I feel that there is no shame in thinking so. This is also the case for many big brothers in society who, after gaining a certain status and economic strength, choose to run some formal businesses.
We are entities, running towards the upper class society. We are not even the little big brothers now, so the gap between us and Xiaohuo and the others is very obvious.
What other people talk about is luxury cars and luxury watches, but what we talk about is "drafting" and "cutting ***"... There is really nothing to talk about...
But I don’t envy them. I was born in this world and don’t have the right to choose my parents!! But I have the right to be someone else’s parent!! I can’t be the rich second generation, so let my son be!!
This is not me bragging, I also want to be an ordinary person...but God seems destined to be an extraordinary person...
Okay, let’s stop pretending. I’m a little nauseous myself, so I won’t stop talking.
I sat in the room for a while, drank a few drinks with them, and then made an excuse to go out. As soon as I walked out, Dakang and Qingzhong also walked out.
"Why? Are you not used to it?" I lit a cigarette for them and asked with a smile.
"Don't worry, we will get better slowly!" Dakang puffed on a cigarette and patted his shoulder. Instead of answering my question, he said something abruptly.
"That's a must. We brothers are bound together! Tomorrow is destined to be brilliant!" Qingzhong was a little confused from drinking and spoke incoherently.
The three of us went out to get some fresh air and feel a little refreshed. Just as the three of us were pulling the calf, we heard a commotion in the hall outside the door. When we turned around, we saw Lei Zi and the waiter, dragging a man in cleaning clothes.
An old man in his fifties.
"Snapped!!"
"Did you draft it! Did you get the foreign wine??!" Lei Zi grabbed the old man, slapped him hard in the face, and then kicked the old man down the steps. Then the waiter carried a
The canvas bag that I had mended myself was thrown on the ground.
"What's going on? You're so angry!!" I opened my mouth and asked Lei Zi.
"Damn it, this old man took the wine from the counter!!" Lei Zi put a bag under his arm, his hair was shiny, and he pointed at the old man on the ground and cursed.
"I...didn't steal...it was what was left by the guests when I was cleaning up the private room!" the old man said aggrievedly.
"Are you drafting it!! You are so stubborn!! What is this?? Oops** you...you stole the paint for painting the walls!! I will fucking kick you to death!!" The waiter stepped forward and opened the old man's bag.
, he cursed and kicked the old man hard. The reason why the waiter did this was that we knew very well that he just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to show off and win Lei Zi's favor.
I took a look at the contents of the old man's bag. There was half a bucket of used paint, some iron scraps, and an unopened bottle of Chivas Regal.
"Peng!!"
"Pah! Pah!"
Qingzhong kicked the waiter away abruptly, then shouted in the face with two mouths, and then cursed with a cigarette in his mouth: "You are a fucking beast! This old man can be your father! You fucking
You have no parents! Beating and scolding like this!! What a joke! Pack your things and get out of here!!"
Qingzhong was always amiable to everyone and never got angry with anyone. This time I saw how anxious he was. Dakang and I didn’t stop him. This waiter should be beaten! Qingzhong won’t beat him! I
Beat him up too!! ***You can tell me if there’s something wrong! How old is this old man? Beat him and scold him like this!
But Lei Zi was not happy. This incident happened because of him. Besides, the waiter was obviously one of his people. Qingzhong's behavior was a bit disrespectful to him.