After Chu Heng separated with Cen Hao, Lan Zhong and the others, he walked a few steps on the street when he met a taxi parked on the street waiting for passengers. He hurriedly walked a few steps to the car, leaning forward slightly. , using a smooth Beijing accent, asked the driver who was sitting bored in the car smoking: "Are you leaving, brother?"
"Let's go, let's go."
The driver, who seemed to be a bit honest, answered the call before he saw anyone. When he turned around, he saw that they were still carrying two boxes. He quickly put out the cigarettes in his hands and got out of the car. He trotted to the back of the car and opened the trunk for them.
Cen Hao still didn't understand what was going on at this time, so he stood aside and watched stupidly, carrying two large suitcases.
Chu Heng could only tell him: "Don't be stunned and put your luggage in the trunk quickly."
"Oh." Cen Hao quickly walked over and stuffed the suitcase into the car with the driver, and was then pulled into the back seat by Chu Heng.
After the driver returned to the car, he started the car first, then turned back to Chu Heng and asked, "Where are you going? Pretty boy."
"The apartment building next to the Mandarin Hotel on Connaught Road." Chu Heng reported the address that Aunt Anna gave him in the telegram a few days ago.
“What a great place!”
The driver raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes. The apartment building was not far from here, and the people living there were either foreign devils or social elites. Basically, he would receive some tips every time he took down such people.
So this trip was a good, easy and profitable business. How could he not be happy?
The driver quickly put the car into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off quickly.
Cen Hao, who was in the back seat, looked at the driver, put his head next to Chu Heng's ear, and whispered uncertainly: "Master Chu, is this one of our own?"
"No." Chu Heng smiled and shook his head. He had already guessed why the boy asked this question, so he explained directly: "This is a taxi, also called a taxi. It is similar to the trolleys and tricycles we have at home. , you can sit there if you pay for it.”
"So that's it!" Cen Hao nodded suddenly, and after thinking about it he couldn't help but ask: "That should be quite expensive, right?"
"It's definitely more expensive than a rickshaw, but it also has the advantage of being expensive. It's fast and it's comfortable to sit on." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"If it were me, I would definitely not sit down. How comfortable can it be? How long can it be faster? Wouldn't it be nice to save money and buy some food?" Cen Hao looked like he was planning carefully.
"Haha," Chu Heng smiled when he heard this, leisurely took out the cigarette lighter, turned to look out the window at the bright and feasting world, and said in a calm tone: "You think so because you are still very poor now. One day Once your wealth reaches a certain level, you will find that time is the most valuable thing compared to money.”
"oh oh."
Cen Hao blinked, not quite understanding it, but feeling unclear about it.
The driver in front of him looked behind him through the rearview mirror, and naturally thought that Chu Heng, who was calm and composed, was a rich relative from Hong Kong Island, while Cen Hao, who looked confused and excited, was regarded by him as a relative. A poor relative who just came from the mainland, even if he is wearing a high-end-looking suit.
After all, there are some things that cannot be covered up by just clothing.
As for Cen Hao, who looked like a country bumpkin entering the city, even putting him in a dragon robe would be of no use.
"Master Chu, there are so many tall buildings here!"
"Um."
“There are a lot of cars too!”
"Um."
"Eh? Mr. Chu, what do you do with the painting of a woman with her breasts exposed outside?"
"That is the cancer of capitalism. I will take you to criticize it later when I have time."
"How to criticize?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? You will know when the time comes!"
The two brothers chatted all the way, and it didn't take long for the taxi to arrive at the destination.
"Three dollars and six, handsome boy." After the driver parked the car at the door of the apartment building, he looked back at Chu Heng expectantly.
Chu Heng reached into his pocket and took out a wad of Hong Kong dollars that Mr. Meng had given him before leaving. He took out five yuan and handed it to the front. Under Cen Hao's painful eyes, he said generously: "No need to look for it."
"Thank you handsome boy."
The driver took the money with a smile and got out of the car attentively to help them take out their luggage. At this time, prices in Hong Kong Island were still very low, and the tip of more than one yuan was enough for him to eat a beef brisket rice.
"Thanks, man."
Taking the luggage, Chu Heng smiled and reached out to pat the driver's shoulder, then led Cen Hao, who was in awe of the twenty-six-story Mandarin Hotel, towards the apartment building on the side.
There is a gatekeeper downstairs. He is a sturdy young man in his twenties, with a thick back and waist, and strong arm muscles. At first glance, he looks like he has strong endurance.
Chu Heng skillfully handed over a cigarette, told the other party the room number, and reported his name. The young man ran to call the internal phone number to confirm with the above, and then let the two of them in, and also considerately took them When we got to the elevator, the service was quite good.
After all, everyone who can come in and out of here basically has status, which is not something he, a little gatekeeper, can offend.
At least not until he is listed as a wife...
"Hey, hey, it's moving, this thing is moving!"
In the elevator, Cen Hao, who was sitting on this thing for the first time, felt the weightless feeling. He asked Chu Heng: "Master Chu, how can this thing move by itself? Is there someone pulling it from above?"
"This is electric. There is a motor pulling it. Also, did you see the button I pressed just now? Don't they all have numbers? Go to a few floors and press a few floors, and it will move by itself." Chu Heng endured Mind taught him how to use it, and in a blink of an eye the elevator stopped on the fifth floor.
"Kakaka!"
The elevator door opened, and the two of them had just come out with their luggage. Suddenly, Avima, wearing a floral skirt, rushed out from the side, opened her arms excitedly, and threw herself on Chu Heng.
"You're finally here, Chu!"
Cen Hao has long been used to this. This foreign woman always likes to take advantage of their Master Chu.
"Okay, okay, let go quickly." Chu Heng broke away from her arms wordlessly.
"Has the journey been smooth?" Anna stepped forward, smiled and hugged Chu Heng, and then hugged Cen Hao, making the young man blush instantly.
"Haha, you're actually shy, Cen, my cute little boy, you're actually shy towards an aunt like Anna?" Avima carelessly put her hand on Cen Hao's shoulder and asked with a wink, "I guess you are a A virgin, right?”
"roll!"
Cen Hao pushed her away with a blushing face.
"I'll tear your mouth off sooner or later!" Anna glared viciously at the woman who spoke so freely, then pulled Chu Heng into the next room with a dark face.
She has always been very concerned about what others say about her age.
"It's not certain who tore up who!" But Avima was not afraid at all. She chased after Chu Heng with a playful smile, entangled Chu Heng again, and asked with excitement: "Chu, please guess how much my book sold. This is it!"
Chu Heng looked at her excited expression and pondered for a moment: "One million?"
"Wrong, it's 2.3 million!" Avima laughed.
"Holy shit, how long has it been?" Even Chu Heng, the editor, was shocked. He had thought that this book would be a big hit, but he didn't expect it to be so popular.
Are all politically-charged deals so profitable?
