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Chapter 46: Follow me
When Wang Hao heard someone calling his name, he raised his head and looked in Han Xiaodong's direction, but he didn't stop talking. He waved his hand while eating, motioning for Han Xiaodong to sit down.
Han Xiaodong walked across to him, found a chair and sat down, watching him gobble up the noodles.
Wang Hao ignored him, until he ate all the noodles in the bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, then he put down his chopsticks contentedly, and patted his stomach.
"Would you like a bowl too?" Wang Hao pointed to the menu on the wall and said, "It's delicious, really."
Han Xiaodong was sweating like a waterfall, and waved his hands: "I eat a different bowl every day, let's forget about it today."
Wang Haoruo nodded and said, "Lucky, it's the first time I've eaten such good noodles."
Han Xiaodong smiled wryly, and wondered what was wrong with this young man, he looked cold when we met last time, but this time he acted like a commoner who had never seen anything before.
Wang Hao didn't care, he took a toothpick and picked his teeth: "By the way, shouldn't you call me uncle?"
Han Xiaodong almost fell off the chair, where did he go?He and Wang Jiayuan are still not doing well, this young master of the Wang family can't wait, how can anyone be such a big brother?
He coughed lightly, blushed and whispered, "What's the matter, don't talk nonsense."
Unexpectedly, Wang Hao smiled and said with a teasing posture:
"Still saying no, when did our little beautiful girl beg me? Because of you, she called me for help for the first time! You still say you shouldn't call me uncle?"
Han Xiaodong's heart moved. He didn't expect Wang Jiayuan to beg Wang Hao for himself. Although she had only heard her mention this brother in a few words, the last time he really dealt with Wang Hao was a hands-on competition.
When getting along with each other in daily life, Han Xiaodong could also feel that Wang Jiayuan, a younger sister, valued his brother very much, but she always resorted to violent suppression. This time she took the initiative to beg him. Not to mention Wang Hao, even Han Xiaodong was quite surprised.
How can I bear such a big favor? How can I bear it?
Han Xiaodong felt a burst of emotion in his heart.
Seeing that Han Xiaodong lowered his head and said nothing, Wang Hao smiled nonchalantly: "Okay, I won't force you if you're sorry, but you won't suffer if you call Brother Hao?"
"Brother Hao." Han Xiaodong called out in a low voice. For some reason, it was a normal address for Brother Hao, but Han Xiaodong felt unusually ambiguous when he called it.
Seeing him like this, Wang Hao laughed out loud, which made Han Xiaodong even more terrified.
After laughing for a long time, Wang Hao stopped laughing when everyone in the store looked at him.Turn to the topic:
"You want to compare with Xie Ming?"
Han Xiaodong nodded. Judging from their identities, Wang Hao and Xie Ming are the same thing, they are both rich second generations, so on this issue, Han Xiaodong always feels that he has no way to talk to Wang Hao.
The disparity in status still made Han Xiaodong faintly feel a sense of inferiority. He knew that if he really worked hard, this group of people could completely crush him.
Although Wang Hao took the initiative to find him now, this kind of help still made Han Xiaodong feel that he had become a tool for the rivalry between Wang and Xie, which hurt his self-esteem a lot.
But Wang Hao was entrusted by Wang Jiayuan, and Han Xiaodong couldn't refuse directly, so he could only speak as little as possible.
But Wang Hao didn't care about it at all. Seeing that Han Xiaodong didn't want to talk about this topic too much, he slapped the table and said, "Come with brother, I'll take you around."
Before Han Xiaodong realized what was going on, Wang Hao dragged him out of the store directly.
Seeing Han Xiaodong being dragged away, Mr. Qiu just glanced at him, without saying a word, and continued to make his own noodles.
Wang Hao's car was parked at the entrance of the noodle shop. When Han Xiaodong entered the door just now, he was startled by the car. It was a BMW M3, exactly the same as Xie Ming's, except that the car was blue.
Wang Hao stuffed Han Xiaodong into the co-driver's seat, got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and went straight to the southern suburbs.
The night-shrouded Ping City lost the bustle of the day, and on the way to the outskirts of the city, it seemed even more quiet and deserted.
Unlike what Han Xiaodong saw on TV, Wang Hao didn't play that fast-paced happy song in the car, but listened to Shan Tianfang's storytelling all the way.
Accompanied by that hoarse voice, the two of them traveled south all the way.
Slowly, the street lights gradually became sparse, with only a little light from the headlights leading the way.
Han Xiaodong has to admit that if his broken Wuling Hongguang can be called a magic car, then this BMW M3 is simply a luxury jet.
The back push is full, the acceleration is simple and powerful, without any frustration.The sound of the engine is deep and steady, and the cabin is very well sealed, and you can hardly hear any outside noise when driving on the road.
And Wang Hao's speed is always controlled at around 60, and the Jetta that occasionally passes by on the road can pass by his car easily by honking the horn.
"This speed doesn't match your style." Han Xiaodong was the first to break the silence.
Wang Hao drove very seriously, kept his eyes on the front, and kept silent.
"What style should I have?" Wang Hao asked back.
"According to your personalities, driving such a good car, how can you get to 100?" When Han Xiaodong talked about the speed of the car, he deliberately pressed back. He was afraid that Wang Hao would really go crazy after hearing his words.
"Us? Then who are you? There is something to be said." Wang Hao chuckled.It broke the layer of window paper in his words.
"You" refers to the rich second generation, and "we" naturally refers to Han Xiaodong who is the opposite of the rich second generation. This is an identity rift that cannot be bridged.
"You" drive luxury cars and live in bungalows, are unscrupulous, ignore the rules of society, don't make a living without being arrogant, and even become black sheep.
And "we" will pay for your willful behavior, and even become a victim.
This is the subtext that Han Xiaodong did not say, and it is also a common evaluation of the rich second generation and ordinary people in society.
Han Xiaodong glanced at Wang Hao and said nothing. Ever since he got on the BMW, he felt uncomfortable for some reason. Thinking that his broken Wuling was going to compete with such a car, Han Xiaodong felt inexplicably powerless. Well, this kind of gap really cannot be made up by a rush of energy.
"Cars are for driving. Sitting in the car, what you hold in your hands is human life. If you don't have this awareness, don't drive."
Wang Hao did not continue the topic of "we, you", but answered another question in a disguised form.
Han Xiaodong did not expect that a person driving a BMW M3 could say such a thing. He knew about this car privately. This is a BMW racing car with F1 pedigree. People are the ones who have really driven a BMW.
A person who drives a racing car actually told him about his awareness of driving, and Han Xiaodong suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
Han Xiaodong walked across to him, found a chair and sat down, watching him gobble up the noodles.
Wang Hao ignored him, until he ate all the noodles in the bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, then he put down his chopsticks contentedly, and patted his stomach.
"Would you like a bowl too?" Wang Hao pointed to the menu on the wall and said, "It's delicious, really."
Han Xiaodong was sweating like a waterfall, and waved his hands: "I eat a different bowl every day, let's forget about it today."
Wang Haoruo nodded and said, "Lucky, it's the first time I've eaten such good noodles."
Han Xiaodong smiled wryly, and wondered what was wrong with this young man, he looked cold when we met last time, but this time he acted like a commoner who had never seen anything before.
Wang Hao didn't care, he took a toothpick and picked his teeth: "By the way, shouldn't you call me uncle?"
Han Xiaodong almost fell off the chair, where did he go?He and Wang Jiayuan are still not doing well, this young master of the Wang family can't wait, how can anyone be such a big brother?
He coughed lightly, blushed and whispered, "What's the matter, don't talk nonsense."
Unexpectedly, Wang Hao smiled and said with a teasing posture:
"Still saying no, when did our little beautiful girl beg me? Because of you, she called me for help for the first time! You still say you shouldn't call me uncle?"
Han Xiaodong's heart moved. He didn't expect Wang Jiayuan to beg Wang Hao for himself. Although she had only heard her mention this brother in a few words, the last time he really dealt with Wang Hao was a hands-on competition.
When getting along with each other in daily life, Han Xiaodong could also feel that Wang Jiayuan, a younger sister, valued his brother very much, but she always resorted to violent suppression. This time she took the initiative to beg him. Not to mention Wang Hao, even Han Xiaodong was quite surprised.
How can I bear such a big favor? How can I bear it?
Han Xiaodong felt a burst of emotion in his heart.
Seeing that Han Xiaodong lowered his head and said nothing, Wang Hao smiled nonchalantly: "Okay, I won't force you if you're sorry, but you won't suffer if you call Brother Hao?"
"Brother Hao." Han Xiaodong called out in a low voice. For some reason, it was a normal address for Brother Hao, but Han Xiaodong felt unusually ambiguous when he called it.
Seeing him like this, Wang Hao laughed out loud, which made Han Xiaodong even more terrified.
After laughing for a long time, Wang Hao stopped laughing when everyone in the store looked at him.Turn to the topic:
"You want to compare with Xie Ming?"
Han Xiaodong nodded. Judging from their identities, Wang Hao and Xie Ming are the same thing, they are both rich second generations, so on this issue, Han Xiaodong always feels that he has no way to talk to Wang Hao.
The disparity in status still made Han Xiaodong faintly feel a sense of inferiority. He knew that if he really worked hard, this group of people could completely crush him.
Although Wang Hao took the initiative to find him now, this kind of help still made Han Xiaodong feel that he had become a tool for the rivalry between Wang and Xie, which hurt his self-esteem a lot.
But Wang Hao was entrusted by Wang Jiayuan, and Han Xiaodong couldn't refuse directly, so he could only speak as little as possible.
But Wang Hao didn't care about it at all. Seeing that Han Xiaodong didn't want to talk about this topic too much, he slapped the table and said, "Come with brother, I'll take you around."
Before Han Xiaodong realized what was going on, Wang Hao dragged him out of the store directly.
Seeing Han Xiaodong being dragged away, Mr. Qiu just glanced at him, without saying a word, and continued to make his own noodles.
Wang Hao's car was parked at the entrance of the noodle shop. When Han Xiaodong entered the door just now, he was startled by the car. It was a BMW M3, exactly the same as Xie Ming's, except that the car was blue.
Wang Hao stuffed Han Xiaodong into the co-driver's seat, got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and went straight to the southern suburbs.
The night-shrouded Ping City lost the bustle of the day, and on the way to the outskirts of the city, it seemed even more quiet and deserted.
Unlike what Han Xiaodong saw on TV, Wang Hao didn't play that fast-paced happy song in the car, but listened to Shan Tianfang's storytelling all the way.
Accompanied by that hoarse voice, the two of them traveled south all the way.
Slowly, the street lights gradually became sparse, with only a little light from the headlights leading the way.
Han Xiaodong has to admit that if his broken Wuling Hongguang can be called a magic car, then this BMW M3 is simply a luxury jet.
The back push is full, the acceleration is simple and powerful, without any frustration.The sound of the engine is deep and steady, and the cabin is very well sealed, and you can hardly hear any outside noise when driving on the road.
And Wang Hao's speed is always controlled at around 60, and the Jetta that occasionally passes by on the road can pass by his car easily by honking the horn.
"This speed doesn't match your style." Han Xiaodong was the first to break the silence.
Wang Hao drove very seriously, kept his eyes on the front, and kept silent.
"What style should I have?" Wang Hao asked back.
"According to your personalities, driving such a good car, how can you get to 100?" When Han Xiaodong talked about the speed of the car, he deliberately pressed back. He was afraid that Wang Hao would really go crazy after hearing his words.
"Us? Then who are you? There is something to be said." Wang Hao chuckled.It broke the layer of window paper in his words.
"You" refers to the rich second generation, and "we" naturally refers to Han Xiaodong who is the opposite of the rich second generation. This is an identity rift that cannot be bridged.
"You" drive luxury cars and live in bungalows, are unscrupulous, ignore the rules of society, don't make a living without being arrogant, and even become black sheep.
And "we" will pay for your willful behavior, and even become a victim.
This is the subtext that Han Xiaodong did not say, and it is also a common evaluation of the rich second generation and ordinary people in society.
Han Xiaodong glanced at Wang Hao and said nothing. Ever since he got on the BMW, he felt uncomfortable for some reason. Thinking that his broken Wuling was going to compete with such a car, Han Xiaodong felt inexplicably powerless. Well, this kind of gap really cannot be made up by a rush of energy.
"Cars are for driving. Sitting in the car, what you hold in your hands is human life. If you don't have this awareness, don't drive."
Wang Hao did not continue the topic of "we, you", but answered another question in a disguised form.
Han Xiaodong did not expect that a person driving a BMW M3 could say such a thing. He knew about this car privately. This is a BMW racing car with F1 pedigree. People are the ones who have really driven a BMW.
A person who drives a racing car actually told him about his awareness of driving, and Han Xiaodong suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
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