Metropolis: My identity as a takeaway Shenhao has been exposed

These words really attracted Li Feng's attention.

He looked up in the direction of the voice.

At a glance, I saw a familiar face.

"Mosquitoes?"

Mosquitoes....

What a familiar nickname.

Ding Hongwen has forgotten this nickname for a long time.

That was in junior high school.

Because he is very thin and tall, and he has a text in his name.

Some people say that his legs are like mosquito legs.

Then he was called a mosquito.

"Brother Feng?"

He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"It's really you, mosquito!"

"Long time no see."

Li Feng stood up and wanted to pat Ding Hongwen's arm.

This Ding Hongwen was his most loyal younger brother in junior high school.

At that time, he was the most motivated in the entire class in junior high school.

I diligently studied with him every day, begging Li Feng to explain the topic to him.

He also brought him breakfast and invited him to lunch.

It's just that IQ limits his development, and no matter how hard he works to study, his grades still can't come up.

However, in terms of interpersonal relationships, Ding Hongwen handled it very well.

It can be said that it is exquisite.

Whether it is a eugenic student like Li Feng or a poor student who fights every day, he can speak.

For this reason, he also helped Li Feng deal with a lot of trouble.

Unlike Kang Yucheng, Li Feng was still slightly happy to see him.

But that's just a little bit.

People like Ding Hongwen actually don't appreciate it in his bones, because they are too smooth.

It always feels like there's something hiding.

Li Feng wanted to say hello, but Ding Hongwen frowned slightly.

He looked at the slight stains on Li Feng's hands that had just been stained because of the takeaway box.

Take a step back.

"It's Li Feng, why are you delivering takeaways..."

Ding Hongwen covered his mouth and nose while speaking.

Because he felt that Li Feng's body seemed to be filled with the unpleasant smell of takeaway smoke.

As for Brother Feng, this title has long been forgotten by him.

Li Feng didn't laugh at himself and sat back in his chair.

"Make a living, deliver food to make money."

"How much money can you make delivering food..."

Ding Hongwen looked at Li Feng with disgust.

"Brother was still like you a year ago, delivering takeaway in Ningcheng every day."

"Look at me now."

After speaking, Ding Hongwen turned around, and the gold chain on his body flashed brightly.

"Although it is only a small goal and made 100 million."

He stretched out a finger and said nonchalantly.

"But life is also a good life."

"So young people, you still have to come out and break in."

"Otherwise, a day of food delivery, a lifetime of food delivery."

Zhong Qiaomin listened like a dream on the side.

Earned a hundred million a year.

It's just a small goal.

This Ding Hongwen looks too powerful in his 20s.

Inadvertently, her thirty-year-old heart began to stir for Ding Hongwen again.

"So what are you doing now, mosquito?"

Li Feng continued to ask.

He feels that a person like Ding Hongwen who can speak well and has a good face is the one who can truly integrate into this society.

This kind of person always has a lot of loopholes to exploit.

Even if the brain is not very smart, the ability to do things is not strong.

But it is always better than many hardworking and honest people.

And he doesn't like this kind of life very much, sycophancy, cheating and slippery.

It's not as good as the joy of food delivery.

Hearing the name mosquito, Ding Hongwen was a little unhappy and waved his hand.

"Li Feng, don't bark mosquitoes, that's all in the past."

"You can call me Ding Hongwen now, or call me President Ding."

"Okay."

Li Fengqiang held back a smile.

"I now run a financial company."

"Li Feng, or you delivery boy don't do it."

"Come to my company to drive for me, I'll give you 10,000 a month!"

"How about it, enough brothers!"

Ding Hongwen looked at Li Feng with a high spirit.

Ten thousand a month, for him now, it is just sprinkling.

"Forget it, Mr. Ding."

"I deliver food and the days are gone."

"It's quite free, so I won't change jobs."

Ding Hongwen never expected that Li Feng would actually reject himself.

Having worked as a delivery boy, he certainly knows how hard it is to deliver food.

And the income is still small, and from time to time there are all kinds of strange things to find themselves.

Ten thousand a month and you don't have to do anything, where to pick up this cheapness.