The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei and Yi Shu got out of the car and stood at the bridge.

This is the terminal station agreed upon by him and Duan Zhiping.

Thirty seconds later, Duan Zhiping's white sports car arrived.

From the driving position of the white car, Duan Zhiping punched the steering wheel angrily, turned the front of the car, and drove straight towards Yang Fei.

Yi Shu subconsciously held Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei was unfazed, with a smile on his face and didn't move at all, not even blinking his eyelids.

When the white car approached Yang Fei, it braked suddenly, causing huge friction between the tires and the ground, and stopped about ten centimeters away from Yang Fei and Yi Shu.

After sitting inside for more than ten seconds, Duan Zhiping and the curly-haired woman got out of the car.

Duan Zhiping threw the key in his hand towards Yang Fei: "You have the guts, I'm willing to admit defeat!"

Yang Fei took the car key and handed it to Yi Shu: "Open it for you."

"Ah?" Yi Shu looked at the luxury car key in his hand, a little confused, "Boss, such a good car? I..."

"Can't open it?"

"Yes, I do, but I don't dare to ask for such a good car."

"Haha, not being greedy is a good quality." Yang Fei looked at her deeply.

Yishu returned the car key to Yang Fei again, as if he was throwing back a hot potato.

Yang Fei snapped his fingers.

From the dark corner next to him, a man ran out, it was Mouse.

Yang Fei ordered: "I won this car, please send someone to take it back to the garage!"

The mouse grinned: "What a nice car!"

Duan Zhiping's friends all drove over, and a bunch of luxury cars were parked in the open space at the end of the bridge.

There was a young woman in motorcycle clothes, sitting on the front of a red sports car, whistled at Yang Fei, and then clapped.

There was more applause.

Yang Fei waved his hand and said to Yi Shu, "Let's go."

As soon as they got into the car, Duan Zhiping grabbed the roof of the car, leaned over and asked, "Boy, what's your name? Where do you live?"

Yang Fei waved his hand: "We will see you again if we are destined!"

Duan Zhiping watched the BMW drive away and kicked the air angrily: "I'll cuff you!"

He turned around and asked his friends: "Does anyone know this kid?"

The motorcycle girl who was sitting on the front of the car shook her head and said, "It doesn't look like she belongs to our circle."

A man came forward and handed a cigarette to Duan Zhiping: "Looks like he's not very old, at least thirty? Why did you get into a fight with him?"

Duan Zhiping said: "Damn, I saw him drag racing on the road, so I said hello to him and wanted to race him for a lap. Who would have thought that this kid is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and he actually drives a modified car!"

The man said: "Those who drive modified cars are the real racing players. Sports cars like ours are said to be worth tens of millions. That's because the taxes and fees are too expensive. They only sell for three or four million abroad. However, one For a modified car, the price is limitless, and every part can be made from top-notch racing parts. But ours can only be regarded as a supercar, and even though the car they drive is a BMW, it’s actually a racing car inside!”

Duan Zhiping took a long drag on his cigarette: "The boat capsized in the gutter! Brother Wang, my car is gone, you have to get me another one. Why don't we also play with modified ones!"

"No, it's troublesome to use modified cars on the road. A more capable traffic policeman can tell the sound of the engine. This is illegal. We usually just race cars for fun, so we don't have to do that. Besides, if the skills are not good, In place, no matter how good the performance is, it is a waste.”

"You said I'm not good at technology?"

"That's not what I mean, don't get me wrong. There is a modification circle in the modification circle, and we are not playing in the same circle."

"Okay! Everyone, please help me keep an eye on that kid and ask around. He's always going to be in a circle! Some news tells me that I'm going to have a match with him!"

"This is easy to handle. As long as he is still in Shang Hai, we can always find him."

People who are not in the same circle really don't pay attention to others.

Yang Fei is also a rich man after all. Among this group of people,

There is no sense of existence at all.

Although the Internet was popular in the early 00s, it was not as popular as in later generations where everyone had a mobile phone and the whole world was connected to the Internet. Ordinary people may have heard of who the richest man was, but they might not recognize him when they saw him.

Moreover, who would have thought that the richest man would come to the outer ring road and drive a car?

The people in Duan Zhiping's circle, who usually hang out and talk, are not in the same circle as Yang Fei. They don't know Yang Fei, so it's understandable. Even now, they want to check Yang Fei's background. I also looked for it in the racing and modification circles.

Let's say that Yang Fei carried him away and left.

Yi Shu laughed heartily: "Boss, you are so awesome. I just discovered that you have such awesome skills!"

Yang Fei said: "It's just a hobby. When people are rich, they like to do it. I am the same way!"

Yi Shu said: "That man is quite a bachelor. He has a sports car. If he says he loses, he will really lose to you. He is not lying."

Yang Fei said: "Do people who can afford this industry still lack the money for a sports car? For them, face is much more important than the car."

Yi Shu said: "That's right. I really don't understand the world of rich people. Boss, where are we going next?"

Yang Fei said: "It's business, I said I would invite you out to have something to eat."

If he hadn't mentioned it, Yi Shu would have forgotten about it. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's up to you."

Yang Fei turned around and got off the outer ring road.

After driving for a while, Yi Shu looked at the street scene outside and felt that it looked familiar. He said in surprise: "Boss, isn't this near the company?"

Yang Fei smiled and said: "It's the company's side."

He pulled into the parking lot outside the Muse Bar.

Of course Yi Shu knew about Muse Bar, but he had never gone in to spend money there.

White-collar workers in the company like to come here to rest.

It was the bar's pick-up time at the moment, and nine of the ten seats were full.

Yang Fei and Yi Shu came to the second floor, found a seat, sat down, and ordered some wine and food.

The next morning, Li Han got up as usual and went to the yard to water the flowers and plants. After finishing all this, she went into the house, changed her clothes, and went out.

When he opened the courtyard door, Li Han was stunned.

She saw a white sports car parked outside.

When a man saw her coming out, he got out of the car, handed over the car keys, and said respectfully: "Hello, Miss Li, this car is for you."

"Who sent you here?" Li Han asked in surprise.

"Our boss."

"who?"

"Our boss's surname is Yang."

"Yang Fei?"

"Yes."

"This car?"

"Mr. Yang said that when you see this car, you should understand what is going on."

"This car belongs to Duan Zhiping, why is it in Yang Fei's hands? Why did he give it to me?"

"Ms. Li, I'm only responsible for delivering the car. I don't know anything about other matters. Why don't you ask our boss?"

Li Han took the car keys and looked around the car. After seeing the license plate, she was sure that the car belonged to Duan Zhiping.

"Hey!" She wanted to ask about the situation, but the person who delivered the car had already left.

Li Han took out his cell phone and called Yang Fei. The secretary answered the call and said that Yang Fei was in a meeting and would reply later.