On the morning of September 5th.
Qin Feng wore the suit he had ordered at a large price, put the suit Wang Anruo bought for him in the suitcase as a change of clothes, and carried the suitcase to the most private private parking lot in Guanhai City.
The parking lot is located on the second underground floor of the urban palace. Entrance and exit are gated, and privacy is achieved to the extreme. Only cars are allowed to pass through the entrance and exit of the parking lot. It is guarded 24 hours a day. If you want to pick up your car, you can only go down the elevator from the hotel. .
When leaving the hotel, not only do you need to register before entering, but you also need to verify your identity when entering the parking lot to pick up the car to prevent someone from entering without permission and damaging the car.
Rich entrepreneurs don’t know how many people are watching. Even the instructors in the university may have plastic bags stuffed into the exhaust pipes if they are too inappropriate, let alone these people.
Qin Feng came out of the elevator with his suitcase, walked to the security booth, and handed the black gold VIP card in his wallet to the other party.
When the security guard saw that it was a black gold card, he immediately became energetic. The first customer he received in the morning was actually a distinguished black gold customer!
You can count the number of black gold cards still in use throughout Guanhai on two hands.
After swiping the card and verifying the identity, the security guard's eyes widened.
"Mr. Qin, please come in."
The security guard is respectful, and the other black gold users are either official or businessmen. Those people keep a low profile, and most of them, the security guards, don't know them.
Who knows who you are just by looking at your name? If you say what kind of official you are or the CEO of what kind of company, that’s a bit of a recognition.
But the young man in front of him with a neat suit and a dashing appearance was different.
That's Qin Wuxiang!
A well-known literary author, have you never heard of Qin Wuxiang or "Water Drops"?
Although the animation was poorly made and I had never seen it, I just knew that the protagonist was Luo Ji and that there was a holy mother named Cheng Xin, but I couldn't help but get out of the circle.
This is a person whose worth is fully understood as long as he says his name. There is no need for the CEO of XX company or the director of XX department to modify it. Those people are distinguished by their title, but Qin Wuxiang himself makes the title follow the dignity!
"Your car is on A-6, B-7, B-9, R-14. Just drive away."
Qin Feng nodded. He understood the rules here, but it had been so long since he had driven a car, and it had been so long since he had used Qin Wuxiang's identity to walk outside, that he almost forgot what kind of cars were parked in these parking spaces.
When Qin Feng entered the parking lot, the security guard suddenly remembered something and took out his phone to dial a number.
"Hey, Miss Ji, yes, yes, yes, Mr. Qin Wuxiang is here to pick up the car..."
Qin Feng quickly found the car closest to him according to the signs.
"It's a pity that it's a commercial vehicle, which doesn't suit Qin Wuxiang's identity."
He turned and turned, and finally found his goal, a red Ferrari.
A sports car that attracts everyone's attention whenever it appears.
Very flamboyant, but very suitable for Qin Wuxiang.
He took out a large number of keys from the suitcase, found the key to the Ferrari, turned on the sports car, checked the fuel level, and ensured that he could drive to Quan City, then started the car when he was ready.
At the same time, a somewhat shrill and loud shout came from the entire parking lot.
"Qin Wuxiang! Stop!"
Qin Feng had already turned out of the parking space and was driving uphill toward the exit. Through the reflector, he could see a woman wearing a fishtail skirt shouting and chasing her.
She was running on the cold concrete floor with high heels in her hand. There seemed to be tears on her face, but she was too far away to see her face clearly.
"I've been looking for you for a year! Where have you been this year?! I don't want you to spend money on me anymore. I just want you to tell me where I went wrong? Why did you disappear suddenly?"
"How about you come back, Qin Wuxiang!"
"Even if we can only see each other once a month!"
The woman loudly questioned Qin Feng. She had spent a lot of thought and energy chasing Qin Wuxiang, but none of this moved Qin Wuxiang. Until one time, she revealed her true feelings to Qin Wuxiang, telling her childhood past and her real name, which was so rustic that she didn't want to mention it to others.
Unlike other men, Qin Wuxiang came here for her money. The woman knew very well that because Qin Wuxiang was not short of money, he was willing to spend money on her and gave her many expensive gifts.
The woman thought she had finally found a golden husband and even started to consider getting married, but unexpectedly Qin Wuxiang disappeared one night in this urban palace.
She lived here for a year and would fall asleep in the hotel room every day just to hear more news about Qin Wuxiang.
Qin Feng had no intention of stopping. He knew very well that if he stopped now, he would never be able to draw a clear line with Qin Wuxiang.
He knew who the other party was by hearing her voice, but he didn't know how many women he had provoked and how many love debts he had incurred in the flowers.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ji!"
Qin Feng responded, thinking about it in the empty parking lot.
"You will find true love!"
He stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out of the parking lot, then headed straight for the highway.
There are those key chains at hand, each key represents an expensive luxury car, and there are also some villas that he has not visited for many years.
He sighed, swept the keys into the passenger drawer, took out his cell phone, opened Wang Anruo's selfie, and placed it next to him.
Qin Feng's Wang Anruo replaced Qin Wuxiang's empty appearance.
Looking at Wang Anruo's sweet smile, he felt much more relaxed.
While resting in the highway service area, Qin Feng's WeChat message rang with work group messages.
Colleagues seemed to be particularly excited, Qin Feng just glanced at them hastily.
Da Liu: [Qin Feng, you will never imagine what you will miss while you take leave to go home! 】
Xiao Wang: [Brother Qin, do you still not know about the interview? It's okay, I will ask for a photo for you when the time comes... Oh, by the way, I forgot that you are not interested in celebrities. 】
Zhao Ming: [What are you talking about? Xiao Qin, things at home don't matter, right? 】
Qin Feng looked at the navigation system and saw that he was not far from Quancheng, so he replied to the group.
Qin Feng: [Don’t worry, Brother Zhao, it’s not a serious matter. I'll go back as soon as I'm done. 】
Turning off the screen of his mobile phone, Qin Feng got back into the driver's seat of the Ferrari and stepped on the accelerator to turn from the service area onto the main highway.
The service area was on the resting bus. Almost all the passengers pressed against the windows and watched this extremely flamboyant luxury car until they could no longer be seen.
"I'm going to buy one in the future. Wouldn't it be great to drive a car like this and hit the streets?"
"Come on, there are some things that you won't have in this life if you're not born with them."
Setting off in the morning, Qin Feng arrived at Quancheng just in time for dinner.
At half past eleven, when his mobile phone received a text message from the Quancheng Tourism Bureau, Qin Feng knew that he had entered the boundaries of Quancheng.
The hunger in his stomach made him feel that he could eat a whole cow. He thought about what food there was in Quancheng, and then he had an idea.
"Last time I came here, I got off the bus at the train station. I followed the taxi around and chatted. I didn't take a good look at Quancheng."
Qin Feng drove his Ferrari with one hand and while waiting for the red light at the traffic light intersection, he turned his head and looked at both sides of the road and couldn't help but sigh.
"On my second visit, I discovered that there are really many motorcycles in Quancheng. I have never seen a motorcycle lane wider than the Guanhai bus lane and yet still so crowded."
Following the guidance of some vague memories and navigation, Qin Feng drove to the five-star hotel where he stayed last time that overlooked the entire Daming Lake Night Market.
After parking the car and entering the hotel gate, he saw a billboard next to the front desk that read "Famous writers once stayed at our hotel!"
He couldn't help but laugh when he saw it. The last time he stayed here, he was not sure if it was him, so he didn't dare to write his name when promoting the hotel. However, the background image of the "Water Drops" anime was used on the promotional poster.
There is quite a bit of small-mindedness.
Qin Feng was not disgusted by this, but felt refreshed by the identity of Qin Wuxiang.
So he walked to the front desk, knocked on the marble slab at the front desk, and smiled brightly at the young lady at the front desk: "Go ahead and call your manager and tell him that the 'famous writer' on the promotional slogan can be replaced with 'Qin Wuxiang' '."
Ten minutes later, it was still the familiar room. Behind Qin Feng was the hotel waiter who respectfully left. A table full of luxurious Western food was neatly placed in the living room. The room was tidied up with the highest standards, and gifts were also given. A bottle of red wine worth more than 7,000 yuan was served as wine pairing for lunch.
Qin Feng sat on the chair, looked at the gorgeous and expensive free lunch in front of him, cut a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, then took out his phone, crossed his legs on the chair and looked at the ceiling, as if he were a wealthy second generation ancestor.
"Hello, Teacher Xiao Qin?" Director Chen's unique kind voice came from the phone: "It's rare that you take the initiative to call me!"
"Hello, Director Chen." Qin Feng swallowed the steak in his mouth with a smile, and said happily: "I'm calling to tell you that I have arrived in Quancheng!"
The leader has paid off the three chapters he owes, and if he still has a monthly pass, the subscription counts as one chapter. I have been sitting since I woke up during my lunch break, and the average speed is 1,000 per hour. It’s really not cutting the book, but the coding speed is too slow!
(End of chapter)
