Qin Ze didn't expect to meet Zhang Mingyu here. Speaking of which, he was the first classmate he met after leaving the university.
The rich second generation always had a lot of fun, such as bars, nightclubs, hotels, and cars. They drove modified sports cars in the suburbs. A few years ago, it was said that a rich second generation would race cars in the middle of the night on the city streets. Later, he had an accident and killed someone. Later, racing incidents were rare.
Racing cars, shooting clubs, horseback riding, cruise parties, and other kinds of fun. Qin Ze didn't have the capital to do it before. Now that he had the capital, he was too lazy to do it. In his opinion, it was purely the rich second generation who had too much free time. The rich first generation never bothered to do such things.
The salesman suddenly realized that it was him. No wonder he felt familiar at first glance. Generally, people who paid attention to the entertainment circle were women, students, and white-collar workers who had too much free time. The salesman had a hard job and didn't pay much attention to the entertainment circle. He knew Qin Ze, but he wasn't very familiar with him.
Right, he seemed to be called the Fast Shooter. Someone actually gave himself such a title.
But a celebrity actually bought a car worth two or three hundred thousand? That's too low-key. Nowadays, celebrities' cars are not worth millions or tens of millions. You're too embarrassed to go out and greet them. What's the meaning of buying a car worth two hundred and thirty thousand?
I have to find a way to lure him to the million-dollar area.
Zhang Mingyu had seen Qin Ze a long time ago. Along the way, he saw Qin Ze and the sales manager talking animatedly. He wanted to pretend that he didn't see them and leave directly.
It wouldn't be awkward if he pretended not to know his old classmates.
If it were someone else, the eldest son of the Zhang family would have stepped on his face.
But this was Qin Ze. In the past six months, Qin Ze's legend had spread widely among the alumni circle. Everyone talked about Qin Ze in their circle of friends and chat. This was a salted fish that had turned over a new leaf.
Alumni circle:
Male classmate: Qin Ze is Qin Bao Bao's younger brother. I'm so jealous.
Female classmate: Qin Ze is so handsome. Why didn't I pay attention to him before? He's so low-key.
Campus of the University of Finance and Economics:
Male junior classmate: Qin Ze is our senior? Who knows him? Can you help me get a signed photo of Qin Bao Bao?
Female junior: "Wow, Fast Gunner is our senior. Just thinking about it makes me excited."
The Fast Gunner had long left the Jianghu, but there were still legends about him.
Zhang Mingyu, on the other hand, was just a rich second generation. Every year, there were a few rich second generation campus hunks. The school was made of iron, and the campus hunks were flowing water. Graduation meant being forgotten.
Speaking of the rich second generation, Qin Ze was now a rich first generation. Zhang Mingyu had no confidence to challenge him.
Forget it, I've already been slapped in the face twice, why should I put my face up for a third time?
Zhang Mingyu kept a straight face and replied with a lukewarm "hmm". Just as he was about to speak, his companion spoke up.
"Oh, that actor Qin Bao Bao's younger brother."
Her friend and Zhang Mingyu were both from Zhejiang Province. Their fathers were business partners and they went to college together in Shanghai. They got along well. However, her friends were going back to Zhe Province recently, and the girls were all forced to be laid off. There was nothing fun to do here.
Her friend was very good at observing people's expressions. As soon as he saw Zhang Mingyu's expression, he knew that they were not on good terms.
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes. Zhang Mingyu was shocked and said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense."
Keep a low profile. Don't trample on the rich second generation as you see.
"What actor? He's a star. Can't you be more polite?" Zhang Mingyu glanced at Qin Ze again. Because of his proud character, she said with a straight face, "I'm here to buy a car, too."
The salesman suddenly interrupted, "Mr. Zhang is a regular customer here. He bought a Ferrari here in the first half of the year, and this time he has his eyes on a Porsche worth 1.8 million yuan."
Zhang Mingyu thought, "Something is wrong. I smell a trace of gunpowder."
Qin Ze remained calm. He looked at Zhang Mingyu, who was pulling a long face, and then at Zhang Mingyu's friend, who was full of provocation. He asked in his mind, "System, help me check how many face-slapping plots there are."
"Host, there are too many to count. Among them, there are tens of thousands of face-slapping salesmen, and hundreds of face-slapping old classmates. This is a public plot. Feel free to use it," the System replied instantly.
"You can't say that. Trolls and haters don't care about this. Even if you show a lot of evidence and examples, they will pretend not to see it and then accuse you of plagiarism. Just like you can't wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep. Even if professionals point out that this has nothing to do with plagiarism, they will still say that the law is not perfect. "
"How can there be such a shameless person in this world?" The System was shocked.
"So I'd better keep a low profile," Qin Ze said.
Qin Ze smiled at Zhang Mingyu and said, "Although we had some conflicts in school, it's all in the past. We will still be friends in the future."
Zhang Mingyu's friend raised his eyebrows. There really was a conflict. Old Zhang was very lucky. He could meet his old enemy just by buying a car. Buying a car and stepping on people at the same time. “
It seemed that Qin Ze didn't want to trouble him. Well, let bygones be bygones. As long as you don't slap my face, we can still be friends. "
Thinking of this, he smiled easily. "I …"
"Who the hell is your friend? You're just an actor. How can you be friends with us? You're overestimating yourself. "His friend sneered.
Zhang Mingyu turned his head stiffly and looked at him.
I treat you as a brother, but you backhanded me.
His friend smiled at him, as if saying, "Don't worry. If you can't deal with it because of your identity as a classmate, your brother will help you."
"What are you staring at? Did I say something wrong? Isn't your sister an actress? Oh, you are too. You people in the entertainment industry are only high and mighty in the eyes of ordinary people. In our eyes, you're nothing. "
Zhang Mingyu: "…"
Stupid teammate!
He couldn't go on like this. Otherwise, this conflict wouldn't be resolved. Now Qin Ze was a b * stard.
He was about to say something to make up for his friend's mockery.
He saw Qin Ze cross two meters in one step and send his arrogant friend flying with a kick. Then, the two girls screamed. The staff and customers of the 4S store heard the noise and looked over.
"You can scold me. Why do you have to drag my sister into it?" Qin Ze grabbed the guy's head and patted his face, which was distorted because of the pain. He sneered. "How do you want to play?"
Qin Ze had been merciful with that kick. Otherwise, he would have been sent to the hospital. It was tiring to meet such a low-level rich second generation just to buy a car. It was tiring. Zhao Tiezhu and Huang Yicong were the second generation of rich second generations who could rely on their family's power to spread their wings and soar high. Those who were arrogant because their families had a little money were low-level rich second generations. They were not much better than the nouveau riche who wore a big gold chain around their necks.
Zhang Mingyu was really haunting. Nothing good would come out of running into him.
The waxy rich second generation was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Qin Ze turned his head and looked at Zhang Mingyu. "Since you don't want to be friends, then tell me. How do you want to play?"
Zhang Mingyu: "…"
"Play with connections or play with money? Do you want to play openly or play dirty? "Qin Ze sneered.
Zhang Mingyu: "…"
"I heard that your father is a shareholder of two listed companies. I've seen them. Their performance is very average. Moreover, they are listed on the Growth Enterprise Board. They have made a lot of money recently. The stock price is a little inflated. How many days do you think these two companies will suffer if I shout on Weibo? "
On this day, Zhang Mingyu remembered the fear of being slapped in the face by Qin Ze …
Zhang Mingyu's hair stood on end. This was the reason why he couldn't afford to offend Qin Ze. He also watched the live broadcast that time. The three boards recommended by Qin Ze were all popular. If he attacked his father's company on Weibo or through other channels, the loss would probably make the old man breathless.
If he wanted to compete with connections, this guy had opened an entertainment company and an investment company. Needless to say, he had to have some connections in the government. The best situation was that both sides suffered. He would lose more than win.
Zhang Mingyu apologized repeatedly. "I'm sorry. My friend speaks without thinking. Please don't take offense."
Qin Ze: "???"
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