Master, do you believe in love?Spit out two hundred on the car!

Chapter 60 Zhao Cheng: Could it be Lu Chen?

Facing the photographer's question, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but fell silent, not knowing what to do for a while.

Then, he raised his hand and hit the photographer on the head with a chestnut.

"He has a big villa, don't compare with others!"

"Besides, even if he has a big villa, it's still 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 No.1 is, and no one will remember who No.2 is. In a sense, No.2 is no different from the last one."

He intended 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 number one mountain in the world?"

"Mount Everest!"

Zhao Cheng nodded slowly, not feeling the slightest doubt that the photographer could answer.

After all, this is a well-known problem.

But the next question, few people can answer it.

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 very satisfied with the expression of the photographer. "I can't answer it, that's why No.2 is no different from the last one."

As Zhao Cheng spoke, he fished out a piece of mutton-boiled meat and was about to put it into his mouth.

Then it was interrupted by the photographer's sudden words.

The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng in front of him without thinking and replied: "K[-]!"

Zhao Cheng:"……"

Hearing the photographer's answer without thinking, Zhao Chenggang froze when he was about to put the meat into his mouth.

Then, unbelieving, he immediately put down his chopsticks and got up on Baidu with his mobile phone.

Sure enough, it was no different from what the photographer said.

Zhao Cheng couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked the photographer tentatively:

"What about the third?"

"Kangchenjunga!"

"What about the eighth!"

“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 don't mean to write down all these peaks to prepare for such a moment, do 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 had managed to memorize the top ten peaks in the world, he was planning to slap his father in the face.

But my father asked the question instead of the top ten lakes in the world.

As a result, Zhao Cheng never reviewed this again, and over time he forgot all about it.

Now he doubts very much whether the photographer will be the same as himself.

I wrote down these peaks just to slap my parents in the face.

The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng suspiciously, and asked seriously:

"Brother, isn't this a knowledge point in high school textbooks? Why do you ask me this?"

"What? Do you still have this high school knowledge point?"

Zhao Cheng couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard the photographer's words.

The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng with pity, and said seriously:
"Brother, is it possible that you haven't been to school?"

At this moment, the photographer has imagined countless TV series in his mind.

The protagonist is lonely, and when he grows up, he will work hard to become stronger. "No wonder you work so hard, brother. Is it because you know the hardships of life since you were a child!"

The photographer got up drunk and wanted to hug Zhao Cheng to comfort him, but Zhao Cheng kicked him back to his seat.

Zhao Cheng looked at the photographer angrily, and said out of anger:
"At that time, I just didn't have this knowledge in the textbooks, so you didn't read the books! Anyway, I graduated from a prestigious university!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Cheng continued to ask the photographer:
"Then do you know what the largest lake in the world is?"

This time he has to tell the photographer no matter what, no one will remember No.2.

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.

To be able to remember a Lihai is because he learned solidly in high school.

Seeing that the photographer didn't know, a look of joy appeared on Zhao Cheng's face, and he immediately searched for it.

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, I'll make a whole car!"

Under the attention of everyone, 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, it's probably just another third-tier model who was taken care of by local tyrants."

"Brother, are you saying you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour?"

The photographer teased after hearing Zhao Cheng's complaint.

When he fully saw the person who came down, his face suddenly changed.

Hastily 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 it turned out to be the beautiful woman who paid back 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 taxi, would be in that supercar.

Although Lu Chen has a big villa.But he still didn't think that Lu Chen would be a rich man.

After all, if he were really a rich second generation, Lu Chen probably wouldn't come to this show for 5000 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 you really tell him that this sports car belongs to Lu Chen, it will be more uncomfortable than if he has made money.

The thing that people are most afraid of is seeing their opponents live better than themselves.

It didn't take long for Zhao Cheng to be happy, a sky-blue taxi parked firmly behind the silver-white supercar.

In the taxi, a black-faced man got off.

The black-faced man ran to the side of the supercar and complained 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 Zhang San, Lu Chen's exclusive photographer.

The moment Zhao Cheng saw Zhang San, the expression on Zhao Cheng's face stiffened instantly.

Pointing to the silver-white supercar outside the window, he said with difficulty:

"Then the one sitting on it, shouldn't it be Lu Chen???"

(End of this chapter)