Reward the anchor and become stronger

Chapter 132

Yang Xiao and Song Qing drank baijiu.

There is no way, middle-aged people like this better, so he will accompany them.

The two drank a bottle.

More than 200 yuan of Wuliangye Tequ, 52 degrees, the taste is not bad, it can be regarded as a good wine among the low-end wines.

After drinking, both of them were in place.

The uncle landlord invited the waiter to pay the bill. The waiter pointed to Yang Xiao and said that the gentleman had already paid the bill, and he was not happy when he heard it.

He is a native of Xingsha.

Typical Chu Nan character, domineering, good-faced, and loud.

In addition, after drinking a lot of wine, he had to force the waiter to refund the meal money, and he had to pay the bill, which made the waiter very embarrassed and cast a look at Yang Xiao for help.

Yang Xiao knew that the landlord uncle was definitely not putting on airs.

"Brother, I have lived with you this year, and I have never asked for rent, and I have given me a lot of rewards. It is right for my brother to treat you to a meal."

"Well, next time you invite me to eat."

"Let's keep in touch."

After listening to him, Song Qing patted his shoulder and didn't insist any more.

"Xiao Yang, you are a nice person. It's a pity that you don't write novels. If you want to write again someday, come to my place. Food and lodging are included."

The landlord uncle said with emotion.

Although he didn't understand the inevitable connection between being a good person and not writing novels, Yang Xiao still expressed his gratitude. As for returning to his old career and writing novels?

It is not impossible.

If you just write again, then you must do whatever you want, and do whatever you like.

After all, I don’t rely on this for food anymore, of course I want to return to my original intention and dream.

One update a week, hehehe...

At the entrance of Huogong Palace, the landlord uncle didn't drive because he was going to drink. Yang Xiao called a taxi for him and watched the taxi leave.

The dark green McLaren P1 is parked at the door.

[-]% return rate.

Passers-by and diners in and out, everyone will take a few envious glances, and some will take out their mobile phones and take photos with the car.

Of course, the security guards of the Fire Palace are also very responsible, stepping up to remind them in a low voice from time to time.

After all, if the paint is scratched, their store will be responsible.

Yang Xiao first ordered a driver on his phone.

Then I gave the security guard a tip of 100 yuan.

cash.

This is the first time Yang Xiao gave a tip, it was impossible before, not to mention tipping, eating a food stall would make you want to break your bone.

But people will always grow with the environment and experience.

100 yuan, it's a trivial matter.

Learn to be a rich man, or rather, be a popular rich man.

The security guard thanked him happily.

While waiting for the surrogate driver, Yang Xiao chatted with him for a while, and the security guard felt a little flattered. It was a honor to be friends with a rich man who drove more than 1000 million supercars.

During the chat, several beautiful girls wanted to add Yang Xiao to his WeChat account after learning that Yang Xiao was the owner of the supercar.

Yang Xiao didn't refuse either.

I added a few girls with 7 or 8 points just in case.

After a while, the driver came.

A man with dark skin and a vicissitudes of life, estimated to be in his 30s.After greeting Yang Xiao, seeing that it was a McLaren P1, he retreated immediately.

More than 1000 million supercars!
One is that I have never driven it before, I am not familiar with it, and I am afraid that it will not be easy to control and cause accidents.

Second, it is too expensive. If there is a friction and collision, he will be in vain for a month.

"Boss, I'm really sorry. I don't dare to drive this car. I'm just an ordinary worker. I'm not afraid of [-] yuan, just in case. Please be considerate and cancel the order, or I can call a driver who can drive for you? "

The surrogate driver kept pleading with Yang Xiao, hoping that he would not complain.

Yang Xiao expressed his understanding, and was about to tell him to call a substitute driver who dared to drive, when he suddenly wiped his eyes and looked hard at the substitute driver.

"You look like a junior high school classmate of mine?"

Because of drinking alcohol, my head was a little dizzy, I didn't recognize it at first, but now I look more and more like it.

Hearing this, the substitute driver immediately slapped his thigh: "Are you really Yang Xiao?"

Obviously, he saw it from the beginning, but he just didn't dare to recognize it.

"Huang Caiyi?"

Yang let out a laugh.

The surrogate driver nodded: "Hey, it's me."

Yang Xiao burst out laughing: "Are you really Huang Caiyi? Damn, how old. How did you make it look like an uncle in his 30s?"

Huang Caiyi cracked his mouth and chuckled: "Isn't it just to make a living?"

Stepped forward and gave him a thump, Yang Xiao was quite emotional.

Huang Caiyi was his junior high school classmate.

buddies.

The relationship is very strong.

The two skipped classes together, surfed the Internet, played games, and walked together after school, just like brothers.

Later, Yang Xiao was admitted to the county No. [-] middle school.

Then go to college.

Huang Caiyi's family background is poor, he didn't go to high school, so he went to work directly.

Later I heard that driving long-distance trucks made a lot of money.

There was no contact after that.

After all, they all used QQ at that time, but now QQ can only be accessed a few times a year.

I didn't expect them to meet again, but in this way.

"Aren't you on a long-distance run? Why did you start a substitute driver again? You even went to Xingsha to engage in a substitute driver, and you didn't contact me, an old classmate?"

Taking out a Huazi, Yang Xiao handed him a cigarette, and then lit it himself.

Huang Caiyi is thin and tall, with a very dark face and rough skin. This is because he has been exposed to the wind and rain all year round. It stands to reason that long-distance driving would not be so exaggerated.

After receiving the cigarette, Huang Caiyi was a little cautious. He habitually looked around and saw that it didn't affect others, so he lit the cigarette in his hand.

Take a deep breath.

"Oh, it's hard to say, it's not just for the sake of eating."

His face is full of vicissitudes, and his eyes are full of stories.

There were people coming and going at the gate of the Fire Palace, Yang Xiao nodded, instead of asking about his experience, he asked with concern: "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

Huang Caiyi skillfully blew out a smoke ring: "I'm going to eat after this peak period."

The peak period for surrogate driving is meal time.

How can I have time to eat?

"Okay, let's eat together then. I'm not eating either, so your company won't care, right?"

When old classmates met, Yang Xiao wanted to invite him to dinner, but he was afraid that he would refuse because of his politeness and self-esteem, so he simply went with him.

Sure enough, Huang Caiyi quickly waved her hand.

"No, no, I'm at work, and I'm not free now. How about this, let's add a WeChat, and I'll treat you to dinner another day. You're rich now, and you won't dislike your old classmates, right?"

Huang Caiyi was very restrained, submissive, and honest, not like meeting classmates, but like a migrant worker seeing a big boss.

A sense of strangeness struck, coupled with the effect of alcohol, Yang Xiao suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

When they were in junior high school, they were classmates who were teenagers, and they were in their prime.How beautiful it is to go to class, get out of school, play games, and spend your youth heartlessly every day.

Now times have changed, and everyone has entered the society.

Some ride the wind and waves and rise step by step.

Some are forced by life, struggling to survive in the wind and rain.

The simple beauty of the past is gone forever.

Miss ah, our youth.

May you and I still be the boy we used to be, singing unrestrainedly in the wind, happily muddy in the rain, on sunny days, quietly, silently, far away, looking at the girl we have a crush on.
(End of this chapter)