What to do when you have money

Chapter 68

The motorcycle was delivered very quickly, and it was delivered to Zhao Hao's villa the next day.Not only the car, but also the license plate and insurance were completed and delivered together.

It is very difficult to apply for motorcycle licenses in Shanghai.

Of course, this is only for ordinary people.

If you are not afraid to spend money, there is always a way.As for what to do, Zhao Hao doesn't care, as long as the license plate is done well.

In the past two days, he has also purchased some travel items online, including helmets with intercom and cameras, cycling clothes and some necessary things.

Same city express, all can be solved in one day.

It was only at this time that Zhao Hao understood why his brother Zhao Ming would rather live in a house of tens of square meters in Shanghai than return to his own small town to develop.

The various facilities and services in big cities are simply too perfect, and education, medical care, work and life are far from comparable to places like small cities.

Zhao Hao didn't like living in such a city before. After all, he had no money.

People without money naturally feel that this city is expensive and fast-paced, and that what they earn every day is not as fast as they spend.It's better to earn a lot less salary in a small town than in a big city and live a leisurely life.

Many people flood into big cities every year, but every year some people are eliminated, some are left behind, and some are changed.

Survival of the fittest, those who can stay are the elites, and those who are eliminated are not all waste materials.Perhaps, they just don't adapt to this city like Zhao Hao.

No matter where a person is, he must always be alive.

Zhao Hao will not be eliminated now, nor will he be left in the future, nor will he be changed.

Modu is not his favorite city. This city is full of too much money. Except for some facilities and services that make him feel convenient, he doesn't like this kind of life that is crowded like sardines every day.

Zhao Hao's idea is to build a super-large city in the northwest, with complete service facilities and a slower pace of life, and then divert some of the congestion in the eastern cities.

He is working hard, and he also believes that his efforts can be realized.

After all, he is a man with golden fingers.

The family members are supportive of Zhao Hao's trip, mainly because they really don't want to see a big slob lying on the sofa like a big pancake all day long, tossing and changing sides.

Please go out for a walk, or you will grow hair if you don't go.

Out of sight, out of mind, this is the common idea of ​​the family.

Zhao Hao sadly pushed his motorcycle out of the house, and when he looked back at the bright smiling faces of his family members, he couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.

"I'm not my own, I was picked up by you from the trash can."

Zhao Hao's first stop was naturally Rongcheng.

At the beginning, when he went to Sunshine City, he set off from Rongcheng.

Dapeng took Zhao Hao and his motorcycle to find a place in Rongcheng and landed him, and then he was given leave by Zhao Hao.

Brother Bird, take your vacation time to pick up girls.

Zhao Hao first booked a youth hostel, even though he is rich now, he still likes to live in a youth hostel.It's not a question of how much you spend, but the atmosphere you want.

He parked his motorcycle at the youth hostel and found a hot pot restaurant to have a good meal.

It's a pity that he ate alone at the whole big table, without friends and girls, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

The guests at many tables were crowded around a table full of bustling gourmets, and he was the only one alone, licking his hairy stomach in a slow manner.

While rubbing his hairy belly, Zhao Hao muttered in his heart: "My friends in Rongcheng are so sympathetic. Is there any beautiful girl who will take pity on me, a widowed old man? I'll treat you to hot pot."

As a result, no one heard his heartfelt feelings, and the girls still passed by him without even glancing at him.

Zhao Hao finally turned his shame and anger into appetite, and ate hard until he was so full that he had to support the table to stand up.

Let's go, just like the song sang, take a walk on the streets of Rongcheng, oh oh oh.

Rongcheng has a lot of delicious food and beautiful scenery, and he can't waste his time on the single dish of hot pot.

Rongcheng is Zhao Hao's favorite city, with a slow pace, lots of food, and most importantly, beautiful girls.

When he walked to CX Road, he was a little tired, so he sat on the curb and watched the people coming and going in the street. This was his favorite thing to do.

When he was in Modu, he did the same on NJ Road, he just liked to watch the crowds passing by.

He looked at everyone's clothes, everyone's demeanor, and everyone's life.

These walking people are either elegant, or downcast, or eager, or calm, or busy, or leisurely.

And this world is an indispensable part of life.

Zhao Hao looked at the girls in cool clothes on CX Road and thought: "Although the girls here are shorter, why do they have such good skin? Why do the girls in our small town have such dry skin?"

He really wanted to find a girl from Rongcheng to be his wife, but he was even more afraid of being pulled by the other party's ears every day.

Forget it, leave the opportunity to the men in Rongcheng, I won't compete with you, it's a pity that I am a peerless handsome guy.

Zhao Hao put his chin in his hands and thought, showing a bewildered smile on his face, but the smile didn't last for a few seconds before he heard a "jingle".

He looked down and saw a one-yuan coin was thrown at his feet, still spinning.

What do you mean?
People in Rongcheng are so rich, taking one yuan is not money, right?

Zhao Hao picked up the one yuan, trying to find out who lost it, but apart from the flow of people passing by, he couldn't tell who left it behind.

Are you insulting me with money?

Zhao Hao stood up angrily, put the one yuan in his pocket, and decided to find a teahouse to drink a cup of tea to calm down.

After drinking tea, watching the show, and picking out his ears, Zhao Hao walked back to the youth hostel happily.

On the way, he saw a panda post office selling panda postcards.After he went in, he bought a stack of all the postcards, and he was going to mail them to everyone he knew.

But as he filled it out, he found that apart from his family and Zhao Yu, he had no friends.

What a failure I am.

I have no lover, I have no friends, what else do I have now except money?
Zhao Hao became confused for a moment, thinking about what kind of person he was in the past 30 years.

No, I still have friends, Liuba, Dapeng, Junior Brother Sha, and the gods and people I summoned.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao smiled and began to write vigorously.

When these people finished writing, he found that he still had a lot of postcards left. He turned his head around, and ran back to CX Road with his bag.

"Send you a postcard, I have time to write to your friends."

"Send you a postcard and write to your family when you have time."

"Send you a postcard, I will write to you when I have time"

Zhao Hao was carrying the bag, and kept sending postcards to passers-by on the street.

He shuttled through the crowd like a black butterfly, smiling at them, just like he used to hand out postcards to people when he was a salesman.

At first, people thought he was posting a small advertisement, but when they saw him, they frowned and pulled the people around him away, or they just picked it up and threw it on the ground without even looking at it.

Zhao Hao was not angry either, he picked it up, brushed off the dust on it, and continued to do this repetitive thing.

With Zhao Hao's unremitting efforts and the passage of time, the number of postcards in his hand gradually decreased, and the smiles on people's faces gradually increased.Everyone who received the postcard, no matter men, women, young or old, showed a friendly smile to Zhao Hao, like a friend who hadn't seen him for many years.

And Zhao Hao accepted this smiling face, and he is also looking for the happiness of the past, the happiness that can only be satisfied by eating one piece of bread a day like before.

For a while, the glitz floating in the air on CX Road was much less, and there was a new substance called sincerity in it.

　I also hope to become friends with readers.Well, there is a sense of mutual wealth between friends, and I don't want money, how about a ticket?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)