With a furious engine sound, Ding Chunyuan and others roared away and disappeared from Wang Feng's sight.
Looking away, Wang Feng shook his head, smiled faintly, and began to wander in the garage.
Within a moment, Wang Feng stopped in front of a brand-new Ferrari, looked at the authentication jack on the door, and inserted the membership card of the Cultivation Guild into it without thinking.
"Didi..." The car door suddenly opened like wings, revealing the exquisite equipment inside. Whether it was luxurious seats or various top-notch facilities, it was far more than Ding Chunyuan's car.
"it's beautiful!"
Wang Feng's eyes lit up and he praised, then went in and sat down, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and with a swish, sped away outside.
Whoosh!
Wang Feng felt a little excited when he felt the sound of wind in his ears.
Soon, he left the community and was speeding on the road, surpassing Ding Chunyuan's car.
"What a beautiful Ferrari. Anyone who can afford a car like that must be a second-generation rich man or a second-generation official!" Zhu Zhi curled his lips as he looked at the Ferrari whizzing by.
He didn't see Wang Feng clearly inside, and thought he was some kind of second-generation rich man or second-generation official. As an ordinary person, he hated these people the most. In fact, it was also jealousy. If he had a choice, he himself would be willing to become a rich man.
Second generation.
Zhang Qingqing on the side, a trace of envy and yearning flashed in her eyes. Looking at Ding Chunyuan who was driving, she smiled charmingly and said: "The rich second generation is just relying on their parents, unlike our big brother Ding, who is
Rely on your own ability."
Li Suran shook her head. She despised the money-worshiping girl next to her. If it weren't for her father's company, she would not get involved with these people.
However, when talking about the Ferrari just now, Li Suran frowned, and in a daze, the figure that flashed past seemed to be Wang Feng.
"How is that possible?" Li Suran quickly gave up the idea. How could Wang Feng afford a Ferrari? Selling himself would not be enough.
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Driving at high speed along the way, Wang Feng soon arrived at Tiandu Plaza. After parking the car in the garage, he went to the nearby mall to buy a suit and changed into it.
By the time everything was done, it was already half past six.
The class reunion was at seven o'clock. Seeing that it was still early, Wang Feng simply went shopping in the mall and helped his parents and sister choose some clothes.
It was about seven o'clock when a mechanical voice sounded in Wang Feng's ears.
"Didi... there is a video call request to connect, are you allowed to open it?" Unexpectedly, someone was looking for him, Wang Feng frowned.
"It's strange. My communicator was authenticated just now. Besides Uncle Su, who else knows about it?" Wang Feng was full of confusion. He had already set a note for Uncle Su's number, but this number belonged to a stranger.
Although he was confused, Wang Feng still said: "Allow it!"
"Haha, Wang Feng, long time no see..." As soon as the screen opened, a cheerful young man appeared in front of him. Wang Feng suddenly realized that it was him. No wonder he knew his communication number.
"Zhao Hui!" Wang Feng said with a faint smile.
Because Wang Feng's grades were very good, he was admitted to a key high school. In high schools like this, there are many children of powerful people.
Zhao Hui is one of the famous figures in their school.
This class reunion was jointly sponsored by Zhao Hui and several other influential figures.
Speaking of Zhao Hui, it is not simple. He is a three-star Taoist priest. More importantly, he has a very powerful father-Zhao Tianlei.
Yes, his father is Zhao Tianlei, the president of Pangu Life Base Cultivation Guild.
With his father's reminder, Zhao Hui soon learned that he had a junior disciple who had awakened his talent and became a high-level genius in the Cultivation Guild.
"Brother Wang, I really didn't expect that you actually became a cultivator. You don't know, I was shocked when my father informed me just now." Zhao Hui laughed and said, growing up in the cultivator guild.
He is very clear about the future achievements of a high-level genius. According to his father, Wang Feng's future is at least a three-star Taoist master, and there is even a half chance of becoming a Taoist master.
In short, Wang Feng's future is very bright. Even if it is not as good as his father, it is still on the same level as his supervisor Su Qingfeng.
Therefore, Zhao Hui immediately came to build relationships.
"Haha!" Wang Feng smiled softly. In fact, he had no contact with this Zhao Hui before and had never even spoken to him. Of course he knew what Zhao Hui meant, and since he had joined the Cultivation Guild, he naturally did not want to offend the president.
He is the son of an adult, so he does not object to making friends with Zhao Hui.
"Brother Wang, there is a class reunion today at the Tiandu Restaurant. Can you come? I will introduce you to a few friends and celebrate your becoming a cultivator." Zhao Hui said with a smile. He knew that he
With the advantage of his identity, when he saw that Wang Feng did not reject him, he knew that he had succeeded. However, if he wanted to become a true friend, he still needed to keep in touch.
"Brother Zhao, I'm under the Tiandu Restaurant now!" Wang Feng said with a smile.
"Ah...I'll go down to greet you right away!" Zhao Hui was stunned for a moment, then said quickly and hung up the communication.