Jubo
CLOSED WINDOW TRANSLATIONS
098: The Man Driving a Sports Car
After eating a meal for two or three hours, everyone continued toasting each other. As one of the focal points, and because of Zhang Wu, Wang Cheng was toasted a lot with wine. However, Huang Tong'an got it even worse. There were rumors that his family conditions were better than Song Yuanyuan’s, so he was originally the object of some classmates to please. He was filled with more wine, but fortunately, he was helped by Tong Yangyang and did not get drunk.
"Your drinking volume has not changed since we were kids." Huang Tong’an looked at Wang Cheng, who was a bit red but still clear-headed, and remembered when they once competed their alcohol tolerances in high school. He drank five or six bottles of beer, but his face did not change. At that time, he thought that Wang Cheng must be ousted in the future. As a result, he lost contact with Wang Cheng as soon as he graduated. Later, he regretted why he didn’t exchange phone numbers with Wang Cheng.
"Your alcohol tolerance is not bad either, you have practiced these years." Wang Cheng grabbed the clothes on his chest. Today he was wearing the shirt and sweater bought by Chu Yifeng. The two were not very thick, and his physique had always been better, but now he felt a bit hot when he drank too much.
"I'm helping my dad in the company now. I have to entertain others every day. Don't mention those annoying things. It's a wonder that my alcohol tolerance is not high." Huang Tong'an didn't want to mention the troubles at home. He wanted to be as free as Wang Cheng, starting a business and doing whatever he wants. However, he was an only child and was destined to inherit his family's career.
"Some people are very envious of you."
Living a lifetime of mediocrity, there were a lot of people who worried about money. Who didn’t know how much they envied those who were rich, and they couldn’t wait to change their backgrounds. However, how could their backgrounds be chosen? If they were too late to take action, they were really doomed. Most of the rich people actually rely on their own efforts to achieve what they have today, People who did nothing in life only knew what it meant to envy others.
"I admit that it is indeed good to have money, and it is not always better to be free, but I have always yearned for a more free and beautiful life." Huang Tong’an drank a bit much, and his voice began to float up.
A phone's ringtone suddenly sounded, and Huang Tong'an thought it was his. He pulled it out and saw that the screen was still black. "Who’s is it? It's not mine. Wang Cheng, your phone is ringing." He said with a kick. Rubbing his eyes, Wang Cheng didn’t respond.
"Boss Chu, have you finished your conversation?" Wang Cheng picked it up without checking it. He thought it was Chu Yifeng who called him, but Wang Ning'an's voice suddenly appeared on the phone.
"Chengcheng."
Wang Cheng's back was straight, and his whole person was spirited. "Big brother? Big brother? Why did you think of calling me this late?"
"Can't I call you at night? You thought it was your boss? I want to know, how can you think your boss is calling you so late?" Wang Ning'an was not a confused Papa Wang, and he was even more clever than Mama Wang.
"Uh, the boss is superior to the client and needed an assistant, but he couldn’t find anyone else at night. I happen to live opposite him, so he let me come out with him. I'm waiting for him in the hotel now, so I thought you were the boss. That’s it." Wang Cheng started to talk nonsense with his eyes open.
"Really?"
"Of course. Why would I lie to you, brother? What are you looking for? You won't really just want to say these things to me."
