Facing the photographer's question, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but fell silent, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
Then, he raised his hand and hit the photographer on the head.
"They have a big villa, don't compare with them!"
"Besides, so what if he has a big villa, he's still not ranked below me."
When Zhao Cheng thought that he had won over Lu Chen, he couldn't help but feel proud with his hands on his hips, and continued to educate the photographer with sincere words:
"People will only remember who is in first place, but no one will remember who is in second place. In a sense, second place is no different from last place."
He planned to use this story to educate the photographer, and then asked the photographer:
"For example, let me ask you, do you know the name of the highest mountain in the world?"
“Everest!”
Zhao Cheng nodded slowly, not having the slightest doubt that the photographer could answer.
After all, this is a problem everyone knows.
But few people can answer the next question.
Zhao Cheng continued to fish the hot oil pan with his chopsticks, and continued to ask the photographer: "What about the second highest peak in the world?"
After asking this question, Zhao Cheng glanced at the stunned photographer.
I am extremely satisfied with the expression of the photographer. "I can't answer that. That's why second place is the same as last place."
As Zhao Cheng spoke, he fished out a piece of mutton and was about to put it into his mouth.
Then he was interrupted by the photographer's sudden words.
The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng in front of him without thinking and replied: "K2!"
Zhao Cheng:"……"
Hearing the photographer's answer without thinking, Zhao Chenggang froze when he was about to put the meat into his mouth.
Then, not believing in evil, he immediately put down his chopsticks and started Baidu on his mobile phone.
Sure enough, it was exactly what the photographer said.
Zhao Cheng couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked the photographer tentatively:
"What about third?"
“Kangchenjunga!”
"What about number eight!"
“Manaslu!”
"..."
Zhao Cheng had a look of helplessness on his face. No matter how much he thought about it, he never thought that someone would be bored enough to remember this thing.
Then he turned to look at the photographer and said with some confusion.
"You didn't write down all these peaks specifically to prepare for this kind of moment, did you?"
Zhao Cheng suddenly recalled that his father used this story to educate him when he was a child.
I also fantasize about one day writing down all these peaks and giving them a slap in the face.
Just when he finally finished memorizing the top ten peaks in the world, he was about to slap his father in the face.
My father changed the question to the top ten lakes in the world.
As a result, Zhao Cheng never reviewed this again, and over time he forgot all about it.
He now very much doubted whether the photographer would be the same as him.
I wrote down these peaks just to slap my parents in the face.
The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng with doubts and asked seriously:
"Brother, isn't this a knowledge point in high school textbooks? Why are you asking me this?"
"What? Is this another high school knowledge point?"
Zhao Cheng couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard what the photographer said.
The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng with pity and said seriously:
"Brother, is it possible that you never went to school?"
At this moment, the photographer has imagined countless TV series in his mind.
The protagonist is lonely and strives to become stronger when he grows up.
"No wonder you work so hard, brother. It turns out to be because you have known how hard life is since you were a child!"
The photographer got up drunkenly and wanted to hug Zhao Cheng to give him some comfort, but was kicked back to his seat by Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng looked at the photographer quite angrily and said angrily:
"At that time, I just didn't have this knowledge in the textbooks, so you didn't study! After all, I graduated from a prestigious prestigious university!"
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Cheng continued to ask the photographer:
"So do you know what the largest lake in the world is?"
This time he had to tell the photographer no matter what, no one would remember the second place.
I saw that the photographer thought carefully and said with some uncertainty:
"Brother, if I remember correctly, it's Caspian, right?"
Zhao Cheng checked his phone calmly, then nodded:
"Yes, what about the second largest lake?"
Hearing this question, the photographer shook his head blankly.
If he can remember one Caspian, it means that he has learned solidly in high school.
Seeing that the photographer didn't know, Zhao Cheng's face showed a hint of joy and he immediately started searching.
But at this moment, the roar of an engine suddenly occurred outside the hot pot restaurant.
A cool silver-white supercar parked outside the door.
The photographer's attention was also attracted by the silver-white supercar outside the door.
"Brother! Look, this sports car is so cool!"
Zhao Cheng followed the photographer's gaze, his eyes full of envy.
"This car is so handsome. When I get the bonus, it will be a whole car!"
Under the spotlight, the butterfly door of the sports car suddenly moved.
A pair of straight and round thighs slowly stepped out of the car, attracting even more attention, causing the surrounding diners to exclaim again and again.
When Zhao Cheng heard the exclamations from the people around him, he snorted with some disdain:
"Hmph, she's probably just another third-tier model being kept by a rich man."
"Brother, are you saying the grapes are sour because you can't eat them?"
The photographer heard Zhao Cheng's complaint and teased.
When he saw the person coming down clearly, his expression suddenly changed.
He hurriedly pulled off Zhao Cheng's clothes and said to Zhao Cheng:
"Brother! Do you think that is the rich woman we met in the park this morning?"
Zhao Cheng took a closer look and saw that it was indeed the beauty who paid Lu Chen's money in the park this morning.
He couldn't help but sneered and said, "It seems like Lu Chen was probably dumped, right?"
"The beautiful woman and the rich second generation are here for dinner!"
Zhao Cheng looked at the cool silver-white supercar and never thought that Lu Chen, who was driving a rental car, would be in that supercar.
Although Lu Chen has a big villa. But he still didn't think Lu Chen would be a rich man.
After all, if he were a rich second generation, Lu Chen probably wouldn't participate in this show for 50 million.
That villa was probably the last property left to Lu Chen by his parents when his family fell into decline, right?
Thinking of this, Zhao Chengcheng couldn't help but feel happy.
If he were told that this sports car belonged to Lu Chen, it would be even more uncomfortable than if he made money.
The most fearful thing for people is to see that their opponents are better off than themselves.
Before Zhao Cheng could be happy for long, a sky blue taxi stopped steadily behind the silver-white supercar.
In the taxi, a man with a black face got out.
I saw the black-faced man running next to the supercar and complaining to the driver's seat of the silver-white supercar:
"Brother! You're driving so fast because you want to throw me away. Are you going to live in a world where we are just two people?"
This person is Lu Chen's exclusive photographer Zhang San.
The moment he saw Zhang San, the expression on Zhao Cheng's face suddenly stiffened.
Pointing to the silver-white supercar outside the window, he said with difficulty:
"Then the person sitting up there must be Lu Chen, right?"
(End of chapter)
