Chapter Nine Little Metamorphosis [Where is Grandma's ticket?]
Zhang Yang looked at Liu Biao's neat suit with a dull look on his face. It didn't look like Liu Biao's dress. In Zhang Yang's memory, Liu Biao always wore a black vest and a pair of blue jeans, and occasionally a pair of white ones.
sneakers, but most of the time it is a pair of flip-flops. This is the first time I have seen such a flamboyant dress in suits and leather shoes.
"Hey, I'm meeting the boss today. The boss likes to wear suits. Come and eat with me." Liu Biao said with a grin.
"Then...I'd better not 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.
"Let's take a walk. There are hundreds of people eating. No one will notice you." Liu Biao grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and pulled him 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 put his hands behind his back in embarrassment.
"Bread? Did the old man give it to you?" Liu Biao couldn't help but frown.
"Ahem!"
"Give me."
"No!"
"Give me!"
"No!"
…
"What the dog said, old man, I'll give this to you. I'm not afraid of poisoning you to death. I'll throw it away and go have a big dinner with the uncle." Liu Biao caught up with Zhang Yang, grabbed the bread and opened it, and was immediately shocked.
He cursed and threw him to the ground hard.
"I'm full." Zhang Yang touched his stomach. He didn't know if there was something wrong with the bread or if he was really full. Zhang Yang felt that his stomach felt much better.
"Holy crap, you have to go even when you're full. Is this for human consumption? I'll go to the toilet later and vomit this bread on an empty stomach. Is this for human consumption?!"
"..."
"Boom, boom boom..."
The motorcycle engine made a crazy sound, and a large cloud of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe. The huge school gate was filled with smoke, like a battlefield filled with smoke. In the smoke, the motorcycle made a strange roar and then rushed in.
Amid the vast traffic flow...
…
As soon as the motorcycle disappeared, Wang Boshi walked out of the guard room with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the billowing smoke in the distance and then squatted down. He carefully picked up the black plastic that Liu Biao had just thrown on the ground.
He took the bag, dusted it carefully and walked into the guard room.
"Little bastard, don't you know that you have to work hard to get the food on your plate? I'll see what you eat next time you're hungry?"
The old man murmured and opened the drawer. He carefully wrapped the bread again and put it in the innermost part of the drawer. When he closed the drawer, a little beast followed the old man's hand and crawled out. The old man did not hesitate.
With a cold murderous look on his face, he slapped it with his palm...
"Liu Biao, is it okay for me to go?" Zhang Yang always felt that something was wrong. It would be easy for him to cause problems if he was a student who went out to eat and drink.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Today, my boss was promoted. I held a banquet at the Baijiayuan Hotel. There were not a thousand but eight hundred people in attendance. One more for you is not more, and one less for you is not more. Hehe, besides, I also want to
You country bumpkin, look at the style of our boss." Liu Biao wildly swung his 250 around in the traffic, with a proud smile on his face, as if it was him who was promoted, not his boss.
"Oh...shall I give you a red envelope?"
"Damn it, if you give me a red envelope, what do you mean by eating a piece of cake? You're so funny, don't think so much, you won't go wrong if you follow me, I'll let you enjoy a big meal today...ahem..."
"Well, I'm hanging out with Brother Biao today. It's windy now. Brother Biao, please stop talking. It's not good for people who have colds."
"My uncle's body will catch a cold... cough cough..."
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City C is not that big. Within ten minutes, Liu Biao’s earth-shattering motorcycle arrived at the Baijiayuan Hotel. Of course, Liu Biao still had the self-awareness to park this unique motorcycle in City C far away.
Next to the small garden in front of a business building, two people walked over.
Dinner has already been finished in the school, but that is life in the school, and some teahouses, hotels and other businesses have just started.
At this time, Baijiayuan was even more crowded with traffic. The huge parking lot in front was actually packed with all kinds of famous cars. Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment. He had never seen such a thing in his life.
Zhang Yang drooled and looked at the shiny cars one after another, wishing he could run over and touch them with his hands. Although he was not a car fan, as a man, his fascination for these famous cars was no less than those car fans.
"Damn, can you be more ambitious? Don't embarrass me..." Liu Biao hit Zhang Yang hard on the head, but his eyes were fixed on a new model of Mercedes-Benz 600.
"Haha, yes, don't be embarrassed."
Zhang Yang suddenly felt a sense of arrogance for no apparent reason, as if these famous cars that he usually didn't even dare to think about were nothing at all. Subconsciously, an intuition told him that there are many, many good cars in the world. Although these cars are expensive,
, but it is not top-notch. At least, Rolls-Royce Phantom is more noble than every car here.
Unknowingly, Zhang Yang underwent a small transformation. That indifference and indifference took over his current state of mind. Although it was impossible for him to see things from the perspective of a superior immediately, at least it gave him a mentality that was neither humble nor arrogant.
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"What's wrong with you?" Liu Biao suddenly asked in surprise.
"What?" Zhang Yang was asked in confusion.
"I feel like you suddenly feel a little different..."
Liu Biao scratched his head, and the moment he turned around, he suddenly realized that the somewhat wretched guy behind him actually made him feel an indescribable feeling, as if something... Feng Dan Yun Qing... Yun Juan
Yunshu...
"***, I can't say." Liu Biao spat hard. With his level of education, which he spent all day fighting and picking up girls, he really couldn't find an appropriate adjective.
"..."
Zhang Yang was speechless. Of course, he had long been accustomed to Liu Biao's nonsensical style.
[***, when I woke up, I was still tens of thousands of kilometers away from being on the list. I fainted. Brothers, where are your recommendation votes? 】