my personal beauty president

Chapter 82 Everyone is Drunk and I am Sober [Part 1]

"This is a BMW 3 Series, so I don't know if it's a 316 or a 320." Zhang Ming thought he had a car, and he was the only person sitting in the car who was qualified to judge, so he showed off his posture: "The guidance of the 316i The price is less than 30, just to pretend to be aggressive.

"If you want to buy a 3 series, you have to buy at least a 320 or more to be considered face-saving. But really rich people like to buy low-end and high-end cars when buying cars. For example, if they buy a 3 series, they will buy a 335. A little more money is enough. He bought a BMW 7 series, but he wants to buy a 3 series, which is called low-key..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ming's words came to an abrupt end, his eyes widened in shock like everyone else in the car, he watched in disbelief as Bei Long walked to the BMW, opened the driver's door and sat in , and then greeted the stunned Lin Ling and Wang Ge to get into the car.

"This is impossible..." Zhang Ming's expression changed. How could Bei Long, a poor dick who just found a job, be able to afford a BMW?
But the facts were before his eyes, Bei Long not only got in, but also started the car, and flashed two flashes with Zhang Ming, signaling Zhang Ming to drive first.

Zhang Ming's face turned green. He originally bought a new car to impress his colleagues, and even invited him to dinner for it.

But he didn't expect that the plan would be ruthlessly compared by Beron at the very beginning, and Beron was still driving his Dreamcar, which gave Zhang Ming the urge to eat the steering wheel live.

"Wow... That BMW actually belongs to Beckham?"

"Xiao Bei is really unobtrusive. I didn't expect him to drive a BMW!"

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't see it, there is a local tyrant hidden beside us..."

Hearing the emotions of the people in the car, Zhang Ming couldn't help feeling upset and irritable, and said angrily: "What local tyrant! I think he probably bought a 316, and I don't know if it's a second-hand one! What's the point of swollen face to pretend to be fat?" mean?
"Let me tell you, there is a very simple and crude way to distinguish the BMW 3 series, that is to look at the chrysanthemum! 316 and 320, whether they are low-end or high-end, are single chrysanthemums, and above 328 are double chrysanthemums. But 328 is two chrysanthemums They all grow on the left side, only 335 has one chrysanthemum on each side..."

And at this time, as if to cooperate with Zhang Ming, Bei Long had already started the car and slowly passed in front of their Corolla.

When the butt of the ecstasy car was facing Corolla, a chrysanthemum appeared on one side...

All the people in the car looked at Zhang Ming as if they were looking at a fool. Zhang Ming was already standing there, with the corners of his mouth twitching and his face burning hot.

impossible!How could he be able to afford a 335... Even if it was a second-hand car, he couldn't afford it... It was as if Zhang Ming had been shot in the chest, the bullet took away all the heat in his body, and his whole body was chilly ...

Zhang Ming didn't dare to look at anyone along the way, and he didn't even dare to speak. He always felt that everyone must be watching his joke at this time.

His feeling had never been so accurate. No one spoke, but they all exchanged ridicule and sarcasm towards Zhang Ming with their eyes.

Although the atmosphere in the car seemed dull because no one spoke, in fact everyone was smiling except Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming didn't even know how he drove the car to the restaurant, he completely lost the vigor at the beginning, he was like a walking dead, he drove silently, parked the car silently, followed everyone into the restaurant silently, as if he wasn't the main character today .

Of course, he is indeed not the protagonist today. From the time when Veron drove the BMW 335LI and parked at the entrance of the hotel, the focus of Wang Duo and all his colleagues was on him. Everyone surrounded him. 335LI, it seems that the person who treats guests today is Veron.

I am the protagonist!Zhang Ming looked at the backs of the crowd with resentment, it seemed that everyone had selectively forgotten him.

"By the way, Zhang Ming, which private room did you book?" Finally someone turned around and asked Zhang Ming, after all, this is the main purpose of tonight.

"Yeah, it's almost time, let's go up quickly." Another person said.

Why are you thinking of me now?Zhang Ming really wanted to flip the table: Go to the fucking private room!I don't invite you anymore!Get out of here!
Of course, this is just thinking about it, and if he really does this, he won't have to mess around.Zhang Ming forced a smile: "Private Room 335 on the third floor..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ming instantly felt that the whole world was full of malice, so f*cking that even the number of the private room was going to run on Lao Tzu!

"Brother Long, 335, what a coincidence, it's the same as your car!"

"Let's go, Brother Long, the car needs refueling and the person needs food. The taste of this restaurant is not bad..."

The crowd immediately surrounded Bei Long and walked into the hotel, once again ruthlessly forgetting today's protagonist Zhang Ming...

Beron is still Beron, but his car adds a halo to him, so that people can't help but gather around him, even if they just talk to him, they feel more face.

Wang Duo is also willing to be a green leaf for Bei Long. Seeing Bei Long's car, Wang Duo is more sure about the relationship between Bei Long and Jiang Hanxue.

If it wasn't for Bai Fumei, Jiang Hanxue, would Bei Long be able to afford this car?Landed more than 60 yuan, enough to buy a [-]-square-meter elevator room in Huadu!
Bei Long was also very speechless. He said from the beginning that he borrowed the car from a friend and drove it for two days.But obviously everyone doesn't believe it. They judge others by themselves, just like the ancient peasants said that the emperor used a golden pole. Who would lend such a good car to a friend?

This meal was really delicious for Zhang Ming. He obviously picked up a new car today, and he was the one who invited guests to dinner today, but everyone seemed to have forgotten about him. At the dinner table, everyone's topic was around Bei Long was spinning, even Wang Duo was no exception.

It's all big fools!Zhang Ming gritted his teeth secretly, what's the use of kneeling and licking him?How can the surname Bei send you money?
The whole world is turbid and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone... Zhang Ming can only comfort himself in this way. At this moment, he can especially feel Qu Yuan's sadness and sadness, even more than when he was traveling for three days during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday and eating rice dumplings. to deep.

He ate silently, sat silently, paid the bill silently, and left silently. The whole process was like soy sauce, without any sense of existence.

Zhang Ming swore that he would never invite these white-eyed wolves to dinner again in his life!Go shit, love whoever!Give it all to Laozigou!

Women like Lin Ling and Sister Liu were the first to leave, but Zhang Ming, as the host, had to grit his teeth and vomit blood to accompany him to the end.

At the end of the dinner, Zhang Ming originally planned to sing K after eating, but now he is not in the mood, so he canceled it altogether.

Everyone expressed their regrets about this, turned around and Brother Wang said to Bei Long, "Zhang Ming is a bastard, please ask someone to pick and pull, please don't invite me if you can't afford it!"

Zhang Ming didn't know that he had invited guests to dinner, and in the end he was despised by everyone, so he drove away dejectedly.

Bei Long bid farewell to everyone, sat in the driver's seat, pressed a button to start, he was fastening his seat belt, suddenly the passenger door was opened, and a person fell in, and then urged Bei Long unceremoniously Said: "Drive! Drive fast!"

Who is so arrogant?
Bei Long looked back speechlessly, and saw a beautiful woman about 30 years old. She was wearing a gray lady's suit, and her long hair dyed brown was tied in a simple bun behind her head, revealing a smooth forehead and fair skin. With a slender jade neck, her eyes were blurred, and her cheeks were flushed, obviously drunk, but it added a bit of lazy charm to her.

In fact, her appearance may not be a celestial beauty, but she is very distinctive. Her clear-cut face reveals the majestic atmosphere of the world, and her every move naturally reveals a graceful and luxurious temperament, which makes Bei Long sure. She must be from some famous family.

But no matter what, she is drunk now, and she is no different from an ordinary person when she is drunk.She leaned back on the seat, and somehow the middle button of the women's suit was undone. Through the huge gap, Peron could even directly see the black hood and the large plump white body.

"Drive! What are you waiting for!" The woman snapped. It was obvious that she had been in a high position for a long time, otherwise she would never have been so natural and casual, as if it was an instinct that melted in blood.

Did I run into a Bawang car?
Bei Long stretched out his hand and pushed the woman down. The woman groaned, but she slowly slipped against the backrest to the right, her small head hit the car window with a "dang dang", she didn't feel it, as if it wasn't her head like.

"Is there anyone else in charge?" Bei Long got out of the car immediately, looked around, but found that no one paid attention to his situation, neither overtly nor secretly.

Nobody cares, right?Without further ado, Bei Long got into the car and started to leave, as if he had picked up a corpse.How did you sing that popular nursery rhyme?

I was on the side of the road, picked up a dead body, and handed it to the police uncle...

Beron maintained the speed limit and drove towards the nearest police station, but before driving far, suddenly two Mercedes-Benz S-classes roared, one left and one right passed Beron, and then turned the steering wheel towards the middle respectively. With a "squeak" it stopped and crossed in front of Beiron's road.

Bei Long quickly braked to a stop, and saw the back doors of the two Mercedes-Benz sedans opened, and a few burly men in black suits, white shirts and ties came out of the hot weather. people and black people with black hair and white eyes.

These interracial bodyguards stood in a row like the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, each with a zombie face, staring at Bei Long coldly, but they didn't take any action, as if they were waiting for some important person to appear.

Beilong turned his gaze, and saw from the rearview mirror another Mercedes-Benz S-Class driving slowly, and slowly stopped behind the 335Li.

The co-pilot jumped out of a black suit and walked quickly to the back door, opened it respectfully, and put out a gentleman's cane pretentiously.

(End of this chapter)