Chapter 139: Rich people are just showing off? ! ! [Please subscribe! ]

The awkward conversation between Lu Tao and the short-haired young man was very boring, but when he thought about the various snacks that were boasted about and shown off in the Penguin group of some alumni of Beijing University of Architecture and Technology starting last night, Lu Tao became excited.

Apart from his ideals and struggles, he is also a foodie.

Standing outside the Range Rover, smoking and chatting with the short-haired young man for a while, Lu Tao looked at the intersection ahead and saw the crowds blocking the way at the west gate of Beijing Construction University. He sighed again, "It seems those guys didn't lie yesterday."

"This road can't be so congested, how could I not know the west gate?"

When he saw what the short-haired young man wanted to say, Lu Tao hurriedly smiled and said, "I'll take a call..."

He wanted to use the excuse of answering the phone to escape first, but as soon as he took out his phone, he unexpectedly found that Xiangnan had called.

Lu Tao answered the call seamlessly and walked outside, "What's wrong?"

Xiangnan's shocked whisper also rang out, "Fuck, I suspect the guy at the stall is Lao Wang, I'm afraid I'm dazzled and I made a mistake, why don't you come over and queue up to see?"

Lu Tao was confused, "..."

Two minutes later, he hung up the phone and came back, "Ah Xian, something happened to Xiangnan, I'll go check it out, you stay here, don't move."

This young man from North America, whom I met through Xu Zhisen's introduction, was also born in the 80s and is slightly older than Lu Tao, who is almost 24.

The other party was born in 1982, Liang Zhengxian. I heard that he grew up in a wealthy family in Hong Kong and has a North American green card.

This is the surface information. No matter how much Lu Tao doesn't know, anyway, judging from the increasingly impressive Weibo of Xinghuo, how many investors have wanted to raise funds from Xinghuo? ?

In Lu Tao's mind, Liang Zhengxian in front of him is just an idiot who can eat, drink and play with him when he is bored, and the other party should have a very bad opinion of him.

After saying something to tease the child, Lu Tao left.

So, among the alumni groups of Beijing University of Architecture and Civil Engineering, as well as the various groups of graduates and current students, there was a rumor about a snack stand that was extremely delicious? Was it Wang Chengguang who was running the stall?!
Lu Tao felt it was too outrageous. He recalled that more than a year ago, he had experienced Wang Chengguang's improvement in cooking skills many times, and last time... The last time he had tasted his cooking was many months ago.

Forget it, don’t think about it so much.

Lu Tao blended into the crowd and gradually found Xiangnan in the long queue. After squeezing past him, he sighed, "How many people are queuing here? Are there police officers here to help?"

Pointing southward to the end of several rows of teams, "Do you see this? Does it look familiar?"

At the end of the line was Wang Chengguang’s big cart, with five doors and five stoves.

Even with a mask and sunglasses, Lu Tao still recognized him. He was so shocked that his face almost cracked. He lowered his voice and said, "He loves cooking, this hobby... It's really a national certification. How much money does he have now?"

"Xinghuo is valued at 20 billion US dollars, doesn't that mean he is a billionaire?"

Xiangnan's face was full of vicissitudes. "It should be about the same. Let's line up and experience the craftsmanship of the billionaire... Speaking of which, the police are all here, and the school leaders probably know about it."

Xiangnan walked to the front of the line with a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. He originally wanted to see who had bought the item and then pay more for it, but as he got closer he got startled and had to queue up again.

Wang Chengguang’s snacks, such as noodles with soybean paste, are also five yuan a portion… Forget about knowing who he is, he sells them for five yuan, and Xiangnan says in front of Wang Chengguang that he will charge extra for a hundred yuan a portion.

This would feel like a super social death.

While waiting in line, Xiangnan whispered, "What about that North American green card holder from Hong Kong?"

Lu Tao shook his head. "Who cares about him? I'll turn off my phone first. This is quite magical, but my wife is in for a treat."

After complaining, he sighed again, looked at Wang Chengguang who was setting up a stall in front of him, then looked at himself and Xiangnan. He always felt that they were not from the same world.

As time goes by, the distance between the several worlds becomes farther and farther.

Regardless of whether he is in his personal circle, work circle, or friend circle, as long as they don’t know the details, he never dares to say that he knows Wang Chengguang, the CEO of Spark Media, and that they are classmates. They even had a very good relationship at one time and started a business together...

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At around nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Chengguang was still cooking five kitchens by himself. He looked as handsome and domineering as a martial arts master performing boxing routines, demonstrating the top-level cooking skills of a normal human being.

When delivering the freshly prepared noodles with soybean paste, spicy hot pot and pancakes to the customers, it was still the two security guards from last night who helped with collecting and giving change.

Just as he was asking the next wave of customers what to eat, what flavor they wanted, and what their personal preferences were, a figure walked over from the side of the queue. It was Liang Zhengxian.

When he saw that the security guards and police officers nearby were paying attention to him, he smiled and took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket.

"I want to cut in line. Here are 500 yuan. Who is willing to give up their seat to me?"

A group of people looked at each other.

This was Wang Chengguang's second night setting up a stall at Beijing University of Architecture and Technology. Word of mouth had just spread, and there were people who couldn't wait and didn't want to waste time queuing. They used the premium model to buy the finished noodles with soybean paste or spicy hot pot from the customers who had just purchased the food.

But that's basically twenty or thirty dollars.

Wang Chengguang didn't stop it either.

He is practicing his craft and learning cooking skills in order to enter the art. Forget about making money by setting up a street stall. If he didn't want to waste ingredients, he would practice at home. Even if no one eats the dishes he cooks and they are thrown away, he can still gain experience.

They don’t care whether they can make money when setting up a stall. Have you ever seen someone at the pinnacle of human culinary skills setting up a stall and selling a serving of food for only five dollars?

Wang Chengguang thought that the man who suddenly showed up and offered to cut in line for 500 yuan looked familiar... maybe he was a younger version of Liang Zhengxian? ?

But he didn't care, and said to the people in line, "If you want to make money, give him a seat and queue up again. If you don't want to make money, just report your taste and don't waste everyone's time."

As soon as these words were spoken, a large group of people immediately echoed and urged.

Many people are envious and queue up, wasting a little time to earn 500 yuan. How much is the monthly salary in this era?

But Liang Zhengxian is only one person and can only change one position.

Several people in the second row were urging the most.

Among the diners in a row who were being watched by the crowd, the one who reacted the fastest was a man with acne. He snatched five hundred yuan and ran away.

The others glanced at Liang Zhengxian and could only continue to report their food and taste.

When Wang Chengguang looked at Liang Zhengxian, the third-generation rich man from Hong Kong Island smiled and said, "Are these the only kinds you have here? Can you make wonton noodles or barbecued pork rice?"

Wang Chengguang was speechless, "If you want to eat those, go buy them somewhere else."

Liang Zhengxian was delighted. He pulled out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and said to his left and right, "Who can buy me some wonton noodles or rice, vegetables and meat? I'll give you 300 yuan as a running errand fee."

While Wang Chengguang was cooking for several other customers who had registered their meals and personal tastes, he stared at Liang Zhengxian. The third-generation rich man smiled again and said, "If you help me make a bowl of wonton noodles and barbecued pork rice, I'll give you 1000 yuan for processing fees."

"How much can you earn in one night? 1000 processing fee is a lot."

Wang Chengguang looked at the two cashiers and said, "Get him out of here."

The cashier was a guest security guard from Beijing University of Architecture and Technology. Principal Liu's assistant personally pulled them out and even stayed there all night to watch.

In their minds, Wang Chengguang is Assistant Luo, an assistant to a department-level principal.

In Wang Chengguang's hometown, he would be the top secretary at the city level.

A burly security guard came out, dragged Liang Zhengxian out of the line, and sent him outside several large queues. He pushed him to the ground, cursed at him, and went back to collecting cash.

Liang Zhengxian was furious. When he was in North America, he was discriminated against by white people because he was a yellow person, and he could not avoid it even if he was rich.

But in Hong Kong Island and in Beijing, he was very popular wherever he went. Even to a bastard like Lu Tao, who often tricked him into eating and drinking for free, he was polite on the surface.

Liang Zhengxian stood up and cursed in Cantonese before he said to the police officer who was walking over, "Police comrade, did you see this? I want to call the police..."

"I paid for the service, and I paid for the seat, so why are you treating me so rudely? I'm going to call the police. I just can't believe that a street vendor would dare to go against money!"

“I’m going to eat this bowl of barbecued pork rice and wonton noodles!”

Several policemen looked at each other, and a middle-aged man said, "The stall doesn't have the food you want to eat, why are you making trouble? Go where you should go, don't disrupt the order."

Everyone knows that Wang Chengguang’s stall only has three kinds of dishes: noodles with soybean paste, spicy hot pot and fried pancakes. Why the hell did you come here just to eat wonton noodles and barbecued pork rice?
Why do you spend a thousand dollars to buy services? Who are you looking down on?

One thousand yuan is not a small amount, but considering the popularity of Wang Chengguang's stall, the turnover must be at least two to three thousand yuan a night.

If you have a bad temper, it's good enough if you are not beaten. These days, the question of whether to help or not has not been decided yet. The trend is gradually changing from catching a thief, beating him for half an hour and then sending him to the police station. Nothing serious will happen.

Gradually... transforming.

Liang Zhengxian was stunned and said in disbelief, "Is this your attitude? I want to complain to you!"

After saying that, he walked towards the stall. "Fuck, you little jerk, I have to teach you a lesson today, to let you know what the world of the rich is like. If you don't make money from a thousand dollars, you won't have a chance to make money anymore."

"A bunch of poor bastards dare to mess with me?"

If it were ten years later, when he was middle-aged, Liang Zhengxian would not be so impulsive in his behavior, but he was not yet a middle-aged man with cultivated cunning.

He was born and raised in a wealthy family in Hong Kong. With a North American green card, he felt like a super person. He followed his elders' instructions and came to Spark to raise funds...

Not to mention that he had never met Wang Chengguang, being rejected again and again made him angry and aggrieved.

The financial crisis also caused the Liang family's assets to shrink significantly, making them much poorer.

I wanted to borrow the relationship of Lu Tao's bastard, but I was always eaten and drunk by him. Wasn't it the same today? I ran to him eagerly to invite him to play, but that bastard didn't go to Tian Shang He Ren Jian or other big places, but insisted on coming to eat at the street stalls.

After he came, he disappeared, leaving him alone for an hour. Everyone was hungry and he couldn't get in touch with him.

It seems that the aroma of the food cooked by Wang Chengguang, this street vendor, really stimulates his taste buds again and again, and his appetite is completely aroused, making him want to eat.

But he couldn't get used to Beijing snacks and what he wanted most was the Hong Kong style.

It was easy to fix it by paying more money, but who would have thought that I would be kicked out like a chicken? ?

Liang Zhengxian's defenses were broken, and he felt that he had lost face in front of a group of inferior people. He was so angry that someone in the second or third row of queues suddenly rushed out, stopped him, and started beating him.

"You're so rich, what's so great about that? We've been waiting in line for an hour, why are you making trouble?"

"Fuck, I hate you rich guys the most, is being rich such a big deal?!"

"Fuck, my time is not time?!"

……

Several policemen looked at each other for a while, and then stepped forward to separate the fight a minute later, and then...it's not that the law does not punish the masses or anything like that, everyone knows that the tension was so tight before the Olympics.

Everyone has been in a breakdown for so long, and now they are relaxed and at ease. They don’t want to make a big deal out of a small matter.

Liang Zhengxian was clearly looking for trouble and wasting everyone's time. His words, "How dare a bunch of poor bastards mess with me," were so harsh.

After all, there are many poor people in the world.

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It's past eleven o'clock at night.

When Wang Chengguang's stall was about to close, diners, security guards and police officers all had to evacuate, and a police car came rushing over from the open road.

After the police car stopped, Liang Zhengxian got out and said to a policeman beside him, "Officer, I was beaten up by a group of people here. I called the police here but they fooled me and sided with the perpetrators."

"I'm going to call the police. I'm not only going to sue the night market stall owner, but also the police officer who fooled me before."

The security guards and police officers looked at each other in dismay as the crowd spread.

However, President Liu of Beijing University of Architecture and Technology and Assistant Luo were the first to come out from the west gate. This was because after Lu Tao bought meals for Xiangnan and the other two, he vaguely knew each other's temperament. After hastily nodding and greeting Wang Chengguang, he ran to tell the principal.

Principal Liu strode towards Liang Zhengxian, smiled and held out his hand, "Police comrade, please help me with the late night call. I am the president of Beijing University of Architecture and Technology..."

"It is his right to call the police, but I think we still need to conduct more investigations and collect more evidence to understand the true situation of an incident."

"We have several security guards in our school who can testify that this gentleman was unreasonable and made trouble when there were the most customers. He insisted on eating wonton noodles and barbecued pork rice, and spent 1,000 yuan to humiliate the personality and dignity of the stall owner..."

A group of people who came from the police station looked at each other in confusion.

A North American man from Hong Kong Island brought his lawyer and ran to the police in the middle of the night to report that he was beaten. The police officers below covered up the case and did nothing.

They will definitely call the police, after all, they have called in the lawyer.

But the principal showed up as soon as I got here?
As the crowd was speechless, a group of security guards who were about to disperse quickly ran over to gather together. Many people talked at once and reconstructed the scene.

The people from the police station understood more and more as they listened, and then they took the lead to look at Liang Zhengxian, with an expression that said "Are you kidding me?" in their eyes.

It is clearly written on the sign that there are only three kinds of food: noodle with soybean paste, spicy hot pot and pancake. How the hell are you that you have to eat barbecued pork rice and wonton noodles?
Hundreds of people were queuing.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Chengguang just asked the cashier to kick him out of the line. Later, Liang Zhengxian was beaten up by a group of people because his attitude was too arrogant. He scolded a group of poor people for daring to provoke him, which aroused public anger.

With so many people queuing, everyone’s time is no longer time?!
The more trouble Liang Zhengxian made, the more time he wasted for the many people waiting in line.

The crowd was watching Liang Zhengxian. Liang Shao's face turned red with anger. He felt like a monkey at the moment. When he was about to say something angrily.

Wang Chengguang also came out from behind the dining car, looking like he had a toothache. "Xiao Liang, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

"Do you want to show off that you are rich and great?"

Liang Zhengxian was once again furious. He pointed at Wang Chengguang and yelled, "Nonsense! Rich people are just showing off! Remember this, I will remember you too!"

(End of this chapter)