Shang Fuhai smiled and said nothing else.

Since I met, I had to have a meal together. Shang Fuhai asked him: "Lao Gao, find a place and I'll treat you to breakfast, how about it?"

Gao Ming directly cast his eyes of contempt and said, "I can't afford to treat you for a breakfast, but if you have something else, just go and do it. The same goes for us to get together another day!"

"It's okay, wait a moment, I'll send a message to my wife and say it." Shang Fuhai said naturally.

When Gao Ming heard what he said, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and liked him: "Old Shang, you are now on the Forbes Rich List, why are you still so virtuous!"

"Or it is the same for rich people, and there is no change from ordinary people?" Gao Ming was very curious about this question.

In love, he also pays attention to Shang Fuhai's affairs and knows what was released on the Forbes rich list in April this year.

Shang Fuhai took out his cell phone from his arm bag, opened WeChat, and sent Xu Fei a message, telling her that she had met a child when she ran in the morning and would not go home for dinner.

Then he called his mother and said so that she could not think something had happened.

After finishing his work, Shang Fuhai smiled and stuffed his cell phone back into his arm bag, saying, "Then what do you think a rich man is like?"

Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and said word by word: "Eat, drink, pull, sprinkle, sleep, all of them are summed up. Isn't it just these five things? Why, do you still want to play with flowers?"

“…”

Gao Ming was silent and right, this answer is really hard-core and there is no problem.

"Drink some mutton soup. We are not like in a big city, and there are so many breakfast options. There is a mutton soup restaurant that has been open for more than ten years. I have gone to drink it a few times and think it's okay." Gao Ming pointed to the front.

Shang Fuhai was not very picky, and followed him forward. When he turned around, Gao Ming realized that there was always someone following them.

He asked Shang Fuhai quietly: "Old Shang, who is that, your friend?"

"Oh, you say Lao Wen, he is my daughter's bodyguard. I went out for morning exercise with me this morning." Shang Fuhai said casually.

"(Everyone_Everyone)" Gao Ming stared at him. This unexpected answer is really hurtful. How could a partner who grew up naked and lived out two extremes?

He was still considering that the rent of a door-head house was too expensive, so he moved back to the county town from the city, but his childhood friend arranged a bodyguard for his daughter.

"Wori Ri!" Gao Ming felt that these two words were very consistent with his mood at this moment.

Fortunately, Gao Ming is so kind that he didn't think about this matter for a while and started to tell Shang Fuhai about their playmates.

"Old Shang, thanks to the 500,000 yuan you lent him to him, he received treatment. You should know this." Gao Ming said.

Shang Fuhai nodded: "I know one thing, didn't Zhenfei go to the Baofei convenience store in Dongyun and become the store manager? It's a good job. I deducted the money I borrowed from his salary every month."

Gao Ming's eyes were so wide that he was staring out, and he said, "I'll get it, you've deducted it all for him. He can still have more than 6,000 yuan a month. Lao Shang, your convenience store still lacks people. If you lack people, you can arrange one for me."

Gao Ming said it very casually. He did not feel distant about Shang Fuhai because of his "identity" at this moment, nor did he feel that he could not see through his childhood and said whatever he thought of.

Shang Fuhai also enjoyed this feeling. As his wealth increased and his social status became higher and higher, even when Xu Jinxu, who helped him many of his friends, saw him again, his speech was gone without the casualness he had at the beginning. This made Shang Fuhai feel like he was so cold that he was so cold that he was a little lonely inside.

Hearing Gao Ming say this, Shang Fuhai shook his head directly: "That's impossible. You do your hair salon well. Why are you here to mess with me? Lao Gao, let me tell you, you have done your hair salon well, it's much better than following me."

"At that time, you can set up a high-end hair salon. The higher the better, the better. First, you will be able to set up your stance. At that time, it is not that you begging customers to come into your store to get a haircut, but that they call you to make an appointment and ask if you have time!" Shang Fuhai gave him an idea.

He continued: "In addition to this high-end hair salon, you can start a chain in the future, like that, Sassoon, Wenfeng, right? I remember when we were bragging, you told me that you used Wenfeng as the target point. Why did you smooth the edges of society so quickly."

Gao Ming's deep contempt eyes projected over, and he winked and said, "Old Shang, I can see that you don't even look down on me!"

"Get out, I don't like you. I turned my head and left just now. I still have to drink mutton soup with you." Shang Fuhai was not affected by his words.

The two of them were walking and arrived at the store with the plaque of "Hongyuan Lamb Soup Restaurant". When Shang Fuhai saw it, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He said, "Have I been here?"

Gao Ming curled his lips: "Then you have to ask yourself, hurry up and get two more sheep hooves to chew on them, it's awesome!"

When Shang Fuhai went in and saw the big bald man in the shop owner, he remembered that he had actually been here before.

However, he came here to have breakfast with Xie Zhigang, Han Zhengyu and the others. Before he returned to Bocheng, he came here to pack all the sheep's hooves in the store. Unexpectedly, he came again after almost two years.

What's the boss's surname?

The next moment, Shang Fuhai shouted: "Boss Zhang, give me two plates of sheep hooves that you braised yourself."

Gao Ming was stunned. He had been here for a long time or two, but he, the person who lived in Dongyun, didn't know what the owner of this mutton soup restaurant was named. Who would have thought that Shang Fuhai even knew this?

"Is this the difference between us?" Gao Ming felt very hurt.

Boss Zhang from Hongyuan Lamb Soup Restaurant didn't react at first, but when he saw Shang Fuhai's face, he recognized it, pointed at Shang Fuhai and said, "You, you, you..."

"Yes, it's me, an old customer. Boss Zhang, hurry up. I'm running in the morning and I'm just hungry." Shang Fuhai said this very naturally.

Boss Zhang was very touched. He never expected that such a "big man" would come to visit his shop again.

"I'll treat you today. You have done a great thing for our Dongyun!" Boss Zhang said with some emotion.

What he said was that Shang Fuhai reorganized and acquired Dongyun Flour Mill, which allowed hundreds of people who were unemployed and standby to work in the flour mill to return to their jobs and had a place to support their families.

Dongyun Food Factory is growing stronger and has recruited many local people in Dongyun and solved many employment problems.

Shang Fuhai waved his hand: "Why can you pay for business when you open the door? This is not in line with the rules."

"How about that. When you leave later, you pack some sheep's hooves for me." Shang Fuhai blinked and said with a smile: "You invited me!"

"Haha, okay, it's just a pack of sheep's hooves. It's rare that a big man likes to eat the braised food I made. I'll fill it with him later!"

Gao Ming saw his childhood friend chatting with the shop owner so happily, and he was even speechless, saying that you two are so familiar with each other.

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"Lao Shang, when will you leave? If you are not in a hurry, I will call them and ask them all to come over and have a meal together." Gao Ming asked unconsciously, and he said, "You are too busy now. You are doing big business that we can't touch, and you can't meet during the Chinese New Year. You usually want to call you, but you are afraid that you will delay your work."

These words revealed a bitter taste. Shang Fuhai's hands were drinking soup paused, and then lowered his head and took a few sips to cover up the uneasiness in his heart.

He always thought it was these kids and his old friends stopped contacting him. He had never reflected on why he didn't rarely contact them.

During those busy days, he ignored them himself?

I used to say that if you don’t make a business, benevolence and righteousness, if you can’t make a deal, you can make friends. After getting used to hypocritical relationships, he also took the serious "friendship" aside.

The next moment, Shang Fuhai raised his head and smiled: "Okay, I'll stay here for a few more days next week. You call them, I'll order the place. How about Dongyun Guesthouse? The food there is still pretty good."

"I want to eat nothing. If you want me, just find a small roadside shop. Dongyun Guesthouse is for entertaining the upper class of Dongyun, don't go!" Gao Ming shook his head directly.

Shang Fuhai really didn't notice this. Every time he came over, whether it was his cousin, the former secretary Qin Lumin, or the current secretary Song Mingchen, he would go to somewhere with him. Even if he went there most of the time with the senior executives in the company, he didn't expect that in the eyes of the child, Dongyun Guesthouse became a gathering place for some "upper class".

Shang Fuhai wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. All the words were burned with him and swallowed them into his stomach.

"Okay, then you can set a place and tell me." Shang Fuhai smiled brightly and nodded in response.

After parting with Gao Ming, Shang Fuhai took a full bag of braised sheep's hooves from Boss Zhang and began to walk home.

After leaving the house, Wen Guangyong took it with great eyesight.

Shang Fuhai turned his head and asked him, "Lao Wen, do you think people are really divided into different levels?"

Wen Guangyong looked ahead with his neck in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Shang Fuhai asked again: "Why is it that a broken place for eating has become an exclusive place for the 'upper class'? Why didn't I feel it?"

Wen Guangyong couldn't stand it this time. He said, "Boss, if you want me to say you are just pretentious, just say Bocheng Hotel and Lanhai. It costs thousands of yuan for a casual meal. Those who earn two or three thousand yuan a month, and four or five thousand yuan a month, even if they earn more than ten thousand yuan a month, how many of them are made like this?"

"Ahem"

Shang Fuhai suddenly heard this tone and coughed a few times. He shouted angrily: "Nonsense!"
Chapter completed!