Chapter two hundred and sixty nine reversing storm
On the way to send Hu Yuanyuan to the hospital, I chatted with Lord Wei for a while and learned that his real name was Wang Wei. I asked him if he was the second generation of rich people. He told me in a low-key manner that if he were in our place, he would definitely be considered the second generation of rich people. generation, but here, it can only be said that the family is well off.
I have always been a little short of words to describe such educated pretentious elements, but judging by their appearance, no matter where this kid is, he is the eldest son of a wealthy family, but there is something wrong with him It's not much, and it makes me feel like I don't have any airs.
Recently, I have been feeling that I threw away my legs and rushed forward very hard. Not to mention that I have completely caught up with Meng Fei, but the magnitude should be almost the same. Now when I look at it, I feel very discouraged. Brother Da Fei is laughing and joking every day. Yes, it doesn’t seem to have much depth, but the more you get in touch with them, the more you find that their circle of friends does have a certain gold content. It seems that it will be difficult for me to surpass them in a short time.
In H city, Meng Fei's gang is the best among people my age. Although we have a close relationship and I admire him, I always regard him as an imaginary enemy. There must be someone to control. Goals beyond.
"How do you know Fei Ze?" Lord Wei asked, baring his teeth.
"We met during the fight, where are you two?"
"Oh, I was a prostitute in Hangzhou. The prostitute was cheated, and he yelled when he saw injustice on the road." Sir Wei said without any subtlety.
"Hey, I heard you speak with a strong Northeastern accent." I said doubtfully.
"I spent some time in the Northeast, but your place was too big, and Xiao Fei also went in. It was no longer interesting for me to stay, so I came back." Sir Wei explained.
"Haha, you can also become a master."
"Fuck, you're serious, I'm Brother Wanzi from Donghai Dragon Palace." Lord Wei said proudly.
"Ha ha."
I smiled happily.
"The hospital I found for you has good medical conditions. It is a cooperative unit of my company. It has regular physical examinations every year. The wards have been booked. We will be there soon." Sir Wei told the arrangement.
"Thank you, thank you." I nodded repeatedly.
"It's okay, Fei and Mumu's friends are my friends, and I have nothing to do recently. I will play with you for two days." Sir Wei said with a smile.
"Well, it's great to have money." I said, pretending to be envious.
"Can we not mention the money? I am lying to you as my grandson. I didn't go home last night, otherwise I wouldn't be able to drive this car here at all," Sir Wei said seriously.
"Eula, don't mention the money." I was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately and said.
We chatted for a long time, and then the car drove to the hospital. Mr. Wei made a phone call, and several doctors came out from the door to push the rolling bed. We worked together to put Hu Yuanyuan on the bed, and then went to the hospital together, which made me happy. What's more, Sir Wei didn't pretend to pay the medical bills, which made me feel less embarrassed. When dealing with new friends, these details are very important, and balance is very important.
Not only are our hospitals short of beds, but even hospitals in Beijing are still short of beds. In order to avoid causing trouble to Lord Wei, I directly asked for a double room and took a quick look inside. We all felt that the environment in the room was good and we could share a room. The patient in question is a middle-aged woman who looks quite nice and seems to have few problems.
After paying the hospitalization fee, we settled here.
That night, Lord Wei treated us to a meal without any pretense. We just ate crayfish on Guijie Street and made an appointment to visit the Great Wall together tomorrow and visit some of the scenic spots we wanted to visit.
Early the next morning.
H city.
At the door of Xinyuan Microfinance Company, a black Honda Accord arrived slowly. The door was pushed open, and a bald man stepped out. He was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with a medium build, walking steadily in a square step, and holding a ten-meter stone in his hand. Wan Zuo Wan Guo looks pretty cool.
This middle-aged man is called Fu You, and he is the owner of several microfinance companies. He has been in this business for many years, and he is considered a "senior" who came out relatively early.
"Brother Friend."
Before the middle-aged man could enter, a young man in a black suit immediately walked out of the store. He nodded and said hello to his rich friend. The rich friend nodded to him, frowned and pointed to the store next to him that was opening the door to transport materials. Said: "Why is his house renovated?"
"Oh, I started pulling in materials yesterday, and I heard that the boss has changed." The young man responded casually.
"Ah, who did it?" The rich friend was stunned for a moment, then stood at the door and asked again.
"It seems to be called Xiangnan. I've never heard of it before." The young man explained.
"What the hell, why did you open the store next to me?" The rich friend frowned, lit a cigarette, and looked at the store next to him.
"Loan companies are all set up on our street. Anyone with some money can do it, haha." The young man curled his lips and said.
"Just do it if you want. Is that okay?" Fuyou replied calmly, without saying anything more, he strolled into the company.
"Brother Li, where is the car parked?" the driver asked the young man.
"Fuck, brother asked you if that's okay, where do you want to stop?" The young man replied with a sideways glance, opened the door and walked in.
The driver thought for a moment, returned to the car, adjusted the steering wheel, and rode the car directly on the curb, just blocking the main entrance of the decoration shop. Then he locked the car and entered the company.
There is a kind of person who thinks he is gifted and can completely understand the mind of his boss. A rich friend mentioned it casually, and a young man named Li Ge immediately used chicken feathers as an arrow. The originator of this kind of person in history was Yang Xiu. , the one who was later chopped into pieces by Cao Cao
There is no one at home recently. Lao Xian left with me. Li Shuishui and Li Hao also have their own things to do. We can only take care of the renovation of the loan side and prepare for the opening of the beer plaza after the new year.
In the morning, most of the employees at the beer plaza had come back to report. Menmen got up at around seven o'clock, went over to have a meeting, briefly assigned cleaning tasks, and left in a hurry. He drove Li Hao's Toyota was overbearing, bought a breakfast on the way, and rushed to the loan company.
As soon as the car stopped, Menmen was biting into his hamburger. When he looked out, he immediately frowned.
"What's wrong? Why are we stuck here?" Menmen opened the door and shouted to the foreman.
"It's not that we're blocking this place, it's this truck that's blocking it. The sand and cement can't be packed in, and the garbage inside can't be transported out. We have to rely on people to move it, which delays things too much." The foreman ran over and explained.
"Whose car is it?" Men was stunned for a moment and asked while chewing a hamburger.
"It seems to be next door."
When Menmen heard this, he took a sip of cold mineral water, thought for a moment and said, "There is no negotiation."
"I went there twice and they said the person who took the car keys wasn't here." The foreman replied speechlessly.
"Okay, if you don't want to move, I won't bother you."
Menmen threw away the mineral water bottle and said something in a low manner. He did not go to the people from the loan company next door. He only greeted the workers and said, "How are you driving?"
"Then what else is there to say? This is what I do."
"Manual is not."
"How can this car be automatic?"
"That's it. Put me in first gear, back up diagonally, and just hit the door with the bucket. Let's clean the things inside at once and move the rest together." Menmen took off his coat. , greeted enthusiastically.
"Haha, these kids are quite capable. Their cars are better than mine." Upstairs on the second floor, a wealthy friend held a tea cup and glanced downstairs. He saw the domineering attitude of the door and said with a smile.
"You can't squeeze him." Young Brother Li asked tentatively.
"Don't talk nonsense. You can do your own thing. A bunch of kids can squeeze me to death." The rich friend said casually and walked back.
downstairs.
Menmen directed the dump truck and shouted: "Come on, turn the left wheel halfway and back up."
"Crack."
The driver drove the dump truck, put it in reverse gear, and slowly rubbed the rear of the truck backwards. However, when the tire hit the curb, he slid out with a loud clang as soon as he got on.
"Fuck, the accelerator is too low, push it harder." Menmen gave the command professionally.
"The road is too slippery and icy. I can't stop at once."
"You don't need snow tires when you're carrying goods," Menmen asked speechlessly.
"Then it must be too expensive."
"As for the two rear tires, you push the accelerator to the right position and they go up." Menmen said anxiously.
"Okay, let me try."
The driver glanced back, moved the front of the car forward, then put the reverse gear on, and kicked the accelerator hard. The car instantly backed up, the tires smacked against the curb, the body swayed, and the tires rode directly up.
"That's it, that's it, go back ten centimeters." Menmen shouted.
"This car can't stand at an angle."
"Fuck, if you're stuck on the curb, you can stand still. If you fall backwards, don't let the car slip away." Menmen waved his hand vigorously back.
"Buzz."
The driver stepped on the accelerator hard again, and the car began to move backwards.
"Slow down, slow down, we're almost there."
"I can't see,."
"Listen to my command and slow down."
"Speak louder."
"You can't fucking open the car window."
"Bang, bang, crash."
While the two were talking, the rear of the car hit the wall at the door. The car swayed for a while. The driver shouted that it was over, pushed the door open and jumped out.
"Fuck, what are you doing here?" Menmen asked in confusion.
"The car hit me, can I not get out?"
"It's okay, it just hit the rear of the car."
"Have you put on the handbrake?" Menmen asked at the top of his lungs as he saw the dump truck sliding forward.
"Oh, I didn't pull it."
"Brother, you are like this, and you still say you are a professional, but you are slipping away. Get up quickly." Menmen shouted irritably.
"tread."
The driver stepped on the car and reached out to grab the steering wheel.
"Fuck, don't touch the steering wheel, pull the handbrake."
"Ah,,." The driver turned back in confusion.
"Wow, beep beep beep beep."
The dump body instantly hit the front of the Accord, crushing the headlight on the right side and causing the bumper to deform and stick out.
"Oh, your sister, you are so heartless, are you going to back the car into the Accord?" Menmen suddenly cried out.
"You're just giving random orders, I'm pretty good at driving myself."
"What a Jb, you don't even know how to turn on the handbrake when you get out of the car. It's over, the bumper is broken, and the headlight is also broken." Menmen bent down and took a look, and immediately wrote an angry ink mark.