Can you be called a rich man if you don’t indulge yourself?

Chapter 72: Get ready! Go home!
Zhang Ailing once said that the way to a man's heart is his stomach, and the way to a woman's heart is that way.

After Lin Jiayun completely opened up, Gu Heng stayed in the hotel for another day.
For two whole days, under Gu Heng's fierce impact, he had completely opened up Lin Jiayun's carefully cared-for, never-traveled tree-lined path, and successfully entered her heart.
2 month 1 day.

That is the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month, four days away from my childhood friend's wedding.
Originally, I planned to get back the day before the 4th day of the twelfth lunar month, but the Bentley S shop worked unexpectedly quickly. It took less than a week to get the license plate off, and the scratches caused by Lin Ran's rear-end collision were also repaired, making it look brand new.
Since the car has been repaired and the license plate has been obtained in advance, Gu Heng has no intention of staying in Hangzhou any longer. He will go home today and catch the Little New Year on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Can't wait to go home, that's exactly how he feels now.

In the past, whenever the Chinese New Year was approaching, whether or not to go home was his most headache-inducing decision.

He misses home and wants to go back home.

After all, according to the most simple feelings of the Chinese people, who can let go of the word "home"?

If you are doing well, who wouldn’t want to go home?

To put it bluntly, those who would rather eat New Year's Eve dinner alone in a big city than go home are actually just like Gu Heng, just escaping.
I didn't make any money, and I didn't have a girlfriend.
I thought that after being a dog in a big city for a year, I could relax for a few days when I got home. But I found that the pressure was even more tiring when I got home than when I was a dog in the city.
Not only do you have to deal with your parents’ misunderstanding and urging you to get married, but you also have to become a background for others to show off. What’s the point of going back?

But it's different now.
Now she drives a luxury car, lives in a luxury house, wears a famous watch, and plays a famous bitch.

No matter where you are, you can be considered a successful person, right?
Wealth and honor do not return home, just like walking in brocade at night!
Especially for a country boy like Gu Heng who has the gene of pretending to be cool inherited from his ancestors, if he doesn't go back to pretend now that he is rich, wouldn't that be more painful than killing him?
"Mr. Gu, the things you arranged for us to buy for you are already in the car."

After checking out, Gu Heng came to the door of the hotel under the guidance of Chen Hao.

At this moment, the rear door and trunk are fully open.
The trunk was filled with some not-too-expensive things, just a dozen bottles of Feitian Maozi, Wuliangye, twenty or thirty bottles of Jinling Jiuwu, Hetianxia, ​​and Huanghelou 1916, as well as some health products such as ginseng and deer antlers.

As for Huazi, a product that has been eliminated by the times, Gu Heng didn't buy even a single pack.

The stuff in the trunk is a little more expensive.

For example, the gold jewelry I bought for my mother and the collectible coins I bought for my husband.

Looking at the trunk and rear compartment that were packed full, Gu Heng nodded with satisfaction.
Including the clothes I bought for myself and my parents at luxury stores, my car is loaded with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of goods.
These things are all for you to show off and honor your parents when you go home for the New Year!
He has never fought such a rich battle in his life!

Just as Gu Heng was imagining the envious and jealous expressions of his relatives and neighbors after he returned home, Chen Hao's voice rang out again: "Mr. Gu, you transferred 20 yuan to me before, and only spent more than 8 yuan. Here is the invoice. I will transfer the remaining 11 yuan to you right away."

Upon hearing this, Gu Heng took the invoice, glanced at it casually, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into a trash can not far away.

"You don't need to transfer the money to me. Please put the 2000 into my membership card. As for the remaining , it's your reward for helping me these few days."

Chen Hao, the room manager, has been taking on multiple roles at Gu Heng's place these days.
Private driver, errand boy, delivery man, even the Yuting used by Lin Jiayun was bought by Chen Hao. As for why Yuting is not Lan Lingling?

Don’t ask, the real man will never be bound by anything!
After all, he was a manager, and he was used as an errand boy by him. It was not too much to give him a 2000 yuan tip. Although Chen Hao was very happy, he still had to pretend to be serious and said, "My job is to serve you. I can't accept these two thousand yuan."

But Gu Heng ignored him, waved his hand and sat in the driver's seat.

2000 yuan, which used to be half a month's salary for him, now has no effect on his emotions at all. It is no different from two yuan.

As the Bentley Flying Spur slowly started, Chen Hao watched Gu Heng leave.

Just as he was about to turn on the car stereo, he suddenly remembered something. Gu Heng took out his cell phone and made a video call to his mother.
Hangzhou is not far from my hometown, Qing'an City. It only takes about four or five hours to drive there. It's only a little after nine in the morning. Even if there's a traffic jam on the highway, I should be able to get home before dinner.
After all, I haven’t been home for more than two years, and I guess my room isn’t cleaned up yet. If I don’t call in advance to report, I might not even have a place to stay when I return home.

The call was quickly connected, and my mother Xu Hong's face, which was already beginning to look a little old, appeared in the middle of the screen, with her own old building, which was the same age as her, as the background.

"Mom, I'm going home today. If there's no traffic jam, I should be able to get home in the afternoon."

As if she was confused by Gu Heng's sudden news, Xu Hong was stunned for a moment, and then her expression visibly changed from calm to excited, and then she hurriedly shouted towards the old building: "Gu Jianguo! Come out quickly, your son is coming back!"

Soon, a middle-aged man rushed out of the old building and ran over quickly.

"What? My son is coming home? When will he be home?"

After saying that, he snatched the phone from Xu Hong's hand and started asking questions.

Seeing his father who was more excited than his mother, Gu Heng felt a tremor in his heart. People always say that fathers are strict and mothers are kind, but in his family it is the other way around. The one who has been more fierce since he was a child is probably his mother Xu Hong. As for his father Gu Jianguo, he is a househusband who cooks and does housework.
It can be said that he is incompetent.
But he is just like any other ordinary father in the world, who gave his son everything he thought was the best.
Gu Heng suppressed his nasal dripping and tried to force a smile, "We should be home tonight. Buy some more meat. I want to eat the braised pork you make."

"Buy it! I'll buy it right now!"

As if he could sense Gu Heng's emotions, Gu Jianguo didn't say much, but just kept nodding on the other end of the phone.

After chatting for a few minutes and calming down, just when Gu Heng was about to hang up the phone, his mother Xu Hong's face appeared on the screen again.

"By the way, son, how are you going to get back?"

Gu Heng thought about it. He said he bought a house two days ago, but she didn't believe him. If he said he bought a car now, she probably wouldn't believe him either. So he just lied and said, "I took my friend's car home."

(End of this chapter)